“Crap!” The spy exclaimed in disappointment as his left hand slipped out his wheel, making him loosen the constricting grip he had.His back bumper hit a pole on the left side with such a great impact that it almost made him hit his head on his dashboard. Unsurprisingly, that hit did not stop Louis from pushing him to where he wanted to box him. How Louis gnashed his teeth in anger began to slowly force terror into the spy's heart; the grit and confidence on his face disappeared.“You are gonna crush this car if you don't stop,” the man shouted, unable to no longer keep silent and waning in terror.“That would be great, at least I get to crush you in it,” Louis declared with fury in his eyes “That ought to teach you dumb freaks a lesson to never follow me,” The engine of Louis' car began squealing as he had pushed it past its limit, but Louis, paying no attention to the car’s sound, kept pedaling forward, and the spy, familiar with cars, knew he had to use it as an advantage to hold

He couldn't withstand his mental persuasion to question those around him because of the consecutive attacks that came his way; someone had to be feeding his enemies information for them to be able to know where to hit him.The hacker, like the fire attempt, and the identity setup, were all avoided by an inch. He knew the next one was going to hit him if he didn't start shielding up defense and change his mode of revenge. He was lucky they caught the hacker and the culprit did not exceed his expectations. It was just a young man in his late twenties, in a dilapidated and morbid building. From the picture Louis was sent, he looked sickly and addicted to social media. He did claim he was paid a large amount of money to try and hack into Twin Tower's mainframe but his mouth was sealed shut to admit who. The police assured Louis that they would take out time to question the culprit and send answers to him tomorrow but Louis wasn't sure if they would keep to their words; he preferred it

“He can't just assume it was Chris. How does he want to justify…”“There is no justification for Chris' character; It's how he keeps others in check. The moment you lose your guard, he will strike you,” she jeered at Chris with scowling eyes “I blame the man for telling his secret to the wrong person,” Mrs Kimberly yapped“The wrong person?” Louis muttered, turning his attention to the crowd that played audience to the shenanigan of Chris.He stared at the eyes of whomever his attention could catch and wondered if they were a shadow member among them. Were the secret league posing as a random opponent in the game? And were they aware that he managed to avoid the impact of their calculated attacks?The prattling of the room soon flipped into a faint echo in his ears. From the message the officer showed him, he believed the members had to be top-notch CEOs, but he wasn't sure if it was all of them.“If it were to be you, you'd do the same, right?” Mrs Kimberly seemed to ask him a quest

Jessica turned to the direction her husband pointed and frowned at it.“He's not the owner of the door, so he can't choose to stand in the middle,” she hissed again. “You just wanna look for trouble and pretend all that happened to you wasn't your fault,” her eyes rolled menacingly at Louis as she took a step closer to him.She poked her fingers on his right shoulder and snarled at him. “Look here, I have a resolution to keep past things in the past, but if you want to break my rules,” she smiled callously and flipped her hair to the back.“I and my husband will give you a repetition,” she stopped for a split second “ No, we will give you a sequel to add to your tragic stories,” she warned.She felt like she had stricken fear into his bones because of the way he remained silent, exchanging glances between the couple. Jessica moved back and arranged Raul's tie, a gesture unnecessary for a clip-on tie. She smiled at him and dusted off a speck of dirt on his rib area.“We would love to k

Raul may have gone a little too far with his flatteries but as long as it was his lines and words, he could be able to bring up answers“Ohh,” Raul laughed awkwardly “I'm from a small street in Canada,” he stuttered “Canada?” The woman exclaimed “You are a long way from home, and to be honest, you don't look or sound Canadian,” “I didn't grow up there. I was raised in the States, hence my accent and looks,” Raul winked at her, sending the woman into a flow of chuckles.She believed everything that jumped out of his mouth. Raul had never been to no damn Canada, talk less of growing up there, and he didn't know if any city or town referred to their elders as old people. He just wanted to be friendly with her and fish out information from her.“Enough about me,” Raul gently said, pointing to her bag. “That's a beautiful bag, by the way. I noticed…,” “You think, I thought it was too big but calling it beautiful. You are such a gentleman,” she interrupted.Raul hated interruptions, espe