Joey’s eyes were bloodshot from fighting off sleep as he monitored the hotel’s surroundings from the window.Since their arrival until now, at two in the morning, Joey hadn’t stopped his vigilant watch.“Get some rest. How long are you going to keep this up?” mumbled Samuel, his eyes already closed.“Until I figure out the cause of this strange situation, Mr. Hayes!”The drowsiness that had started to creep in immediately vanished. Joey shifted his gaze back to the window.Samuel felt the same unease, though it was because of Joey’s behavior. He got out of bed, pulled up another chair, and sat beside Joey.“BrownsVille and The Falcon weren’t enough to make you stop?” Samuel asked.Joey shook his head and shot Samuel a weary look. The urge to slap him for his stubborn attitude was almost overwhelming.“West Line is not something to be underestimated, Mr. Hayes.”“No one is underestimating this place, Chief Joey. You’re just overreacting,” Samuel replied.Joey loosened his already loose

Silence still filled the air.Joey and the three other officers exchanged glances without end."They're not members of Mr. Hayes' team, you heard that, right?" Joey's friend mumbled."Yeah, I’m not deaf."Joey replied curtly, his eyes still fixed on Samuel and the suited man in front of him.He still couldn't accept the reality of it all.Not because he was jealous or resentful of Samuel's greatness.Joey was simply confused about how everything was connected.The Falcon was a warlord notorious for his cruelty and viciousness.He wasn’t an ordinary man; his army was known for being incredibly tough and undefeated.No one knew how many lives had been claimed by them.The Falcon was always in conflict with many nations, and his stop at the border was one of those things that defied all logic.And now, all the questions swirling in Joey’s head grew louder as he observed the behavior of The Falcon’s crew toward Samuel.Who exactly was Samuel Hayes?"So, you’ve all been guarding this place