Time seemed to stretch, each second unfolding with glacial slowness, until finally, the doctor emerged from the hospital room, his footsteps echoing in the sterile hallway. Marcus sprang to his feet, his posture stiff and alert, like a soldier awaiting orders."Are you her brother?" the doctor inquired, his eyes bright with the weight of his words. Marcus shook his head, his voice strained with emotion. "Her fiancé," he replied, his words carrying a world of love and pain. The doctor's lips curved into a faint smile. "Lucky," the doctor said, his voice carrying a hint of relief. "You brought her here just in time. If you had delayed by even a minute, she would have been in danger." Marcus's shoulders sagged with a mixture of exhaustion and relief. He had been holding his breath, a tight knot in his chest that only now began to loosen. But as his mind began to process the doctor's words, a new fear took root in his heart. "What kind of danger?" he asked, his voice a plea for unde

The intruder entered Sandra's room, his face contorted with anger and frustration. Finding no sign of the occupants, he ground his teeth, the silence in the empty room serving as a deafening reminder of their failure. The leader's harsh bark echoed in the hall: "Check everywhere. They can't have gone far." With renewed determination, the team fanned out, their adrenaline-fueled search turning every corner and peering into every nook and cranny. But no matter how frantically they searched, there was no trace of the vanished Sandra and Marcus. Where could they have gone?The weight of his predicament bore down on the leader with crushing force. He could not dare return to his master without Marcus; the consequences would be dire. "Sir!" one of his men reported, "We can't find Marcus anywhere." Silence fell over the room as the leader contemplated their predicament. Finally, his eyes hardened with determination, and he spoke with a clarity that belied the turmoil roiling within him.

The leader emerged from the building and darted outside, his head darting from side to side as he scanned the area for any prying eyes. Satisfied that he had not been noticed, he slid into his car and started the engine, wincing as the jolt of pain shot through his shoulder. Blood was seeping from the wound, but he pushed past the discomfort, his focus locked on the road ahead. With one hand gripping the steering wheel, he accelerated away from the scene, his heart racing with a mix of fear and adrenaline.The leader was in desperate need of medical attention, but his lack of funds left him with few options. Weighing his choices, he decided to head towards his boss' house, unaware that he was being closely monitored.Outside, in the shadows, the General kept watch, tailing the leader's car with the precision of a seasoned professional. This was a calculated move by Marcus, determined to expose the mastermind behind the attack and unravel the conspiracy that had been set in motion.Th

Kathrine, her tired eyes now burning with determination, focused on the computer with renewed intensity. She knew that her boss, Marcus, would not settle for anything less than perfection, and she was not about to disappoint. Her fingers danced across the keyboard, the click-clack of the keys punctuating the silence as she searched for any information that could shed light on the elusive Johnson. The cursor blinked on the screen, a silent reminder of the importance of her task.Amayah, shrouded in the steam of the bathroom, remained still, her ears pricked for any sign of movement. She had heard the unmistakable voice of Marcus, but then she believed bunke he was meant to be dead due to several gunshots she heard.Amayah crept out from her sanctuary, her steps barely audible as she made her way through the hall, her breath held in anticipation. As she reached the living area, she exhaled a long, slow sigh, her shoulders slumping slightly at the realization that Marcus was nowhere to

Marcus, determined to follow through on his plan, dialed a number. After two rings, the call was answered. "I have information for you," Marcus declared. The man on the other end of the line remained silent, before eventually replying in a hushed voice. "Who is this?""My identity is not important. I have information you will find valuable," Marcus replied, his voice steady and confident. "Where can we meet?"The silence on the line lingered, only to be broken by the man's response. "I will send you an address.”With a curt nod, Marcus disconnected the call. "Johnson will rue the day he crossed me," he muttered under his breath, a menacing smirk curling his lips. Katherine, weary from her research, rose from her computer. "What about Sandra?" she inquired, a hint of apprehension in her voice.Marcus, his gaze shifting towards Sandra, hissed, “What is it about her?” Katherine bit her lip, worry etching lines into her face. "I don't know, Marcus. We need to be careful. She knows abou