"Yet again, another murder has been reported. The Secretary For Education, Michael Harvard has been found dead in his apartment. The sad incident was said to have happened at around 2 am this morning. The police swung into action immediately, and according to their reports, his sudden death is linked to an attack by a notorious gang known as TRYSIS" It is a secret gang led by Al Albert - the most wanted criminal in the last three years. No evidential trace was found at the crime scene, except a bullet with a '002' inscription. Investigations are still ongoing about the secretary's death and more details will be revealed soon" "Now to the concluding segment of the news. President Greg Williams has allocated the sum of 20 billion dollars to the secretary for Housing and Urban Development's office. According to the president, this was done in a quest to foster tourism in the country. The Secretary for Housing and Urban Development - John Marvin disclosed in an interview with the CALLY

The HQ was a spacious room filled with the hum of computers, the glow of LCD lights, and the beeps of keyboards. The air reeked of smoke and stale air, and the walls were plastered with a collage of mugshots. Each face - a testament to the crew's dubious accomplishments, and sticky notes scribbled with cryptic messages and hasty reminders. Guns and drugs littered the table, a grim reminder of the crew's illicit endeavors.Raymond strode in, his eyes scanning the room like a ghost haunting its murderers. Tyler swiveled his chair, his gaze flicking from the computer screen to Raymond's tense expression. Ria stood by the map-covered table, her eyes narrowed as she studied the layout of Briarcliff, Texas."Tyler I got your text. What's going on?" Raymond said. He stood behind Tyler, hands folded across his chest. "We have a mission, 002," Tyler said. He leaned his back on the seat lazily, hovering his hand to the side of his face. "And it's too complicated for your dumb ass?" A stran

NAIROBI, KENYA. After an eight-hour flight, Raymond touched down at Nairobi, Kenya. He booked a room in one of the luxurious hotels in the city. Raymond feels indebted to society at the beginning of every mission, and whenever he completes them it feels like baggage has been lifted off his chest. But this John Marvin's mission hits kind of differently. First, he is still obligated as he has always been, but this time - with a different objective. He intends to give back to society for the last time and move on to the next phase of his life. Years ago, the satisfaction birthed from murdering an evil doer fills him with glee and his hands itched to do more. But now, he's about to be a father and that makes him want to end everything. For the sake of the embryo growing inside Dera. For Dera's sake. For love's sake. She's the only family he has and the fact that another member is about to be added to that family makes him dread the responsibility that comes with being a father. His h

Raymond's heart missed a beat. He took a step back, his gun still pointing to Kira. He huffed when he caught sight of the intruder. "Thanks for the drink" the guy said, cackling scornfully. "You're welcome" Raymond grinned and the smile faded immediately "But stay out of this. Get the fuck out of here?" He cocked his gun and pointed it to the intruder. "Let the bitch go, you bastard" the guy said, taking a step closer to Raymond - still pointing his gun to Raymond. "You'll die in a second, stay away" Raymond yelled. He fired a shot - into the air. The guy got confused and Raymond jabbed his face with the base of his gun. Raymond picked his gun as the intruder fell on the floor, wincing in pain - still trying to recollect what happened two seconds ago. And when he finally did, Raymond was pointing two guns at his face. "Who are you? And why did you follow me out here?" Raymond yelled - his fingers itched to pull the trigger. The intruder winced in pain again, he hunkered his hea

Raymond felt a tap on his shoulder. He looked up and Kira's eyes met with his battered and bloodstained face. He let out a loud gasp. He was skeptical about what her intent was. Ever since she walked away with John Marvin a couple of hours ago, she hasn't - no one has returned. He's been kept in the dark room. Kira's sudden appearance felt like a reason to torture. ".....what do you want?" Raymond muttered, his voice stuck somewhere between pain and discomfort. Kira didn't say a word. Instead, she pulled out a plastic bottle from the back pocket of her jeans. "I was told that serial killers get thirsty" she mumbled and twisted the cap of the bottle. Kira held the bottle above Raymond's mouth as he gulped down the water in its entirety. He led out grunts thereafter. Kira took the bottle out of sight and hovered it back into her pocket - her eyes fearfully scanning every angle of the room - like John Marvin or any of his cronies would surface at the drop of a hat. "Thank you" Raymo