The sound of gunfire was still ringing in the air when he lay still, his life snuffed out of him in a single deadly moment.An awestruck silence fell over the workers as they struggled to process the result of the fight. Their eyes were wide with fear as they wondered what kind of woman would defeat Dwight so quickly and clearly.How come none of them knew her and she acted as if she was one of the warehouse workers? Some of them thought that she had to be some freak because of the way that she handled the situation.***Inside the inventory, Zonam and Uqaman had successfully set up a scorching blaze to the inventory, the flames roaring to life with a fierce intensity as the fire devoured the stock. The heat radiated out words and each of the boxes inside the shelves was getting burnt, the flame climbing higher and higher as the two men prepared to hop on the ladder to escape the inventory through the window.“Come on, let’s go. You go first while I go after you,” Zonam spoke to Uqam

It soon dawned on him that the voices had returned. The same voices that he was hearing when he was faced with the thugs at the gym had returned.He had wondered where the voices went before but now there was a mixed feeling as he discovered that it was the same voices returning.On one hand, he felt relief scourge through him because he was finally able to hear the voices that he had been so desperately waiting for them to return. It helped him a lot especially in combat so he knew how valuable it was going to be to him especially since his enemies were rising each moment.But the same voices also made him feel uneasy because he didn't know their source. It felt like he was getting the power from a strange source and that it was going to backfire on him one day. He needed to be sure where this strange ability was coming from and why he even had such an ability.He pressed his teeth against each other in a psychic attempt to lower the noises and get more frequency of the voices and he

The firefighter leaped with daring courage, his arms wrapped protectively around Quorra and Tierra and their bodies launching through the air in a desperate escape from the flames. Their hearts were pounding with adrenaline as they soared towards safety even amidst the flames.Their bodies crashed with a jarring force as they hit the pavement, their escape a blur of speed as Alan’s lunges heaved with effort from the effort of their flight.The workers together with Della had predicted that they were going to make the launch so they prepared mattresses around the pavement area which made their landing less strenuous.Quorra and Tierra were gasping for breath as they tried to regain their footing, their lungs burning with the strain of the flight.Alan managed to crawl up from the ground amidst many of his workers who surrounded him with their faces contorted with concern.When they saw that Alan was fine, they started hailing him loudly.“Hail to the hero of the hopeless, Alan Greyson!

“Oh, it's nothing. I am just processing how lucky we were that everything went well,” Della spoke, shrugging off Alan’s statement so that she could go deeper into her thought process.Della found it really strange that Alan was able to know that the two ladies were inside the inventory. She wasn't having the response that they called him to come to rescue her. They wouldn't have done that because they didn't know him as a firefighter, she thought.In fact, if they knew that they were going to face a fire outbreak situation, she would have suggested being the one to take up that responsibility because even though she also wasn’t trained to be a firefighter, she might have been more suited to that role.She wasn't underestimating Alan but she couldn't help but think that there was something extra that Alan had which made him able to rescue the two ladies at the inventory.Della didn't want a situation whereby she would have a reason not to trust Alan but for the first time since her dau

She then turned to Alan. “Oh, since you can't talk, take this paper and write. I want to know what exactly you have to say about this.”Alan had accessed the lady from head to toe. She didn't look like someone who could really do sustained harm to someone. She was just bitter about something she thought he did, she thought.Her physique was lean and sturdy and her limbs weary and muscular from the physical demands of her job. Her hair was pulled back in a utilitarian style and conjoined into a tight bun.She also had her shoes scuffed from constant wear and her apron was strained with the remnants of the day’s labor. Alan suspected that more than the weight of her interrogations, she was passing the aggression of her harsh lifestyle on him.He took the pen and paper that was offered to him and wrote while clutching his throat in pain and feeling his belly erupt in a serious commotion. [I am sorry about your brother but I don't know who you are talking about]The waitress yanked the p