Kendrick's pulse thundered in his ears as he barked orders through the loud screeching sound of tires and roaring engines. The two trucks carrying Xavier’s squad had shot past his car like dark phantoms, and he could see the faint glow of their taillights as they sped toward Valley Lane. The horizon was bare of pedestrians. "Brown, keep your eyes sharp, ensure that the other drivers do not get there before you," Kendrick commanded, gripping the edge of the seat. His voice was terse, every syllable laden with urgency. Brown, his knuckles white around the steering wheel, nodded sharply. "Got it, sir." As the convoy of trucks faded into the distance, Kendrick felt the weight of every decision pressing down on him. He knew that if they didn’t act swiftly, Doctor Mash’s life would be terminated. The thought of their target's grim circumstances spurred him on. His mind reeled as a message dropped on his device, he swiftly brought out his phone, and his eyes widened as he read through t
The warehouse’s air grew dense with smoke and a loud rhythm of gunfire. Kendrick's eyes were sharp, his breaths steady despite the chaos around him. As he sprinted through the maze of rusted metals, he glimpsed Paulus' men taking cover and returning fire, filling the room with shouts, gunshots, and the shattering of glass.Kendrick ducked behind the large rusted iron, his heart heaving. He inspected his wrist, every second mattered. “Xavier, hold them off! I’m going after Paulus!” Kendrick shouted, his voice barely audible.“Got it, Boss! I've got you covered!” Xavier replied, firing a burst of rounds toward a group of Paulus’s men who had tried to flank them.Kendrick darted across the open space, his focus locked on Paulus, who was now dragging Doctor Mash towards the back exit. The grim crime lord’s face was twisted in a cruel grin, his grip on Mash’s throat tightening. The doctor's eyes were wide with fear, his struggles futile against Paulus’s ironclad hold.“Paulus!” Kendric
Kendrick slumbed back in the patrol vehicle, surrendering himself the second time to the law enforcement was like the hardest thing to do, but he had no option than keep allowing them to get him in and out of custody. “Listen to me." His voice rose, “I wouldn't know why you would keep picking the wrong persons as suspects." He said, turning to an officer who sat just beside him.The officer's face, a mask of anger and confidence reflects, his jaw clenched as he gave no heed to Kendrick’s words. “... I am talking to you young man, I believe that the IGP would be so displeased at this level of foolishness You've displayed.” He ranted angrily. The officer, leaning close to the car door, turned to him with a glare, his voice heavy, "I hope you should be aware that no one is above the law… sir, what you were doing there is beyond the laws of the state and there's no way out of it!” He yelled. Kendrick chuckled, "... What exactly did you find me doing?” "Our patrol teams were sent to
An hour later, a massive brown gate rolled open, revealing a wide compound, and the fleet of cars, led by the police van carrying Kendrick and that which carried his other men, sped into it.The air thickened with urgency as officers jumped from the cars, their voices cutting through the air with loud commands.“Move it boys!” barked officer Tony, his voice echoing across the compound as he gestured towards the exit. “Out of the goddamn car!” he snapped bitterly, pushing Brandon who only turned to him with a wide grin.He stood up, his steps still groggy as he emerged with his hands confined, the clinking of their handcuffs mixed with the officer’s commanding shouts.Another of the officers, young and visibly nervous, stumbled over his words, “W here is the leader of their team? Bring him out, we don’t have all day!”Kendrick, also shackled but calm, emerged with with measured steps, his calm looks obvious, Xavier, steadfast beside him, kept a frowned stare. They were the last to emer
It seemed like a turbulent decision for Kendrick when Methot had asked if he was ready to take on the task as he promised him, his eyes filled with anticipation as he stared at him in the face. “What is your decision about what we discussed earlier?” he asked.Kendrick squinted, “I haven't decided on that for now, bro? Can you at least allow me to think about this for more days?”Methot’s eyes flickered, his hands resting on Kendrick’s shoulders, “Come on… there’s nothing to think about in this, bro… it’s as simple as deciding to do it, after all, she is no stranger to you”With a wide grin, Kendrick chuckled, “That’s not it bro… we are just work partners and you should know more about this… I also have a lot At hand, and would prefer to ensure that I conclude with all of it before I think of settling with any woman.”Methot pondered for a while, his eyes lowered, “How do I make this young man understand that marriage should be for wealth and not as a result of affection anymore?” he
Flustered, Kendrick shook his head gently, “But… but, I thought you had left when you walked out of my room earlier today?” he said. “How could that have been possible? Your dad told me to come stay here for some days and ensure that we get more acquainted, yet all you do is get busy with your daily activities without at least caring about my feelings and emotions?” Kendrick’s eyes rolled, “I am glad that you mentioned it was my dad who gave you the permission to come do that.” he replied, “I am of age to make my independent decisions, Knaver.” Kendrick said, his demeanor changing slowly. However, as they spoke, Emily who was in between kept turning to Knaver and back to her brother, her eyes narrowing as she followed every word they uttered. When she heard her brother call her Knaver, her eyes widened. ‘it sounded like a very familiar name to her.’ “oh, so I am irrelevant that you can’t see me in the middle of this anymore? How would you just come here and see me talk to my brothe
Emily’s RoomEmily sat on the edge of her bed, the soft rustle of her sheets barely audible over the low hum of her sobs. She clutched her knees to her chest, her face buried in her hands as tears streamed down her cheeks.Kendrick’s indifference stung more than she had anticipated. The way he had brushed her aside to entertain Knaver, who seemed to think the world revolved around her, was unbearable. Emily muttered softly, her voice clutched to her throat as she pressed her face hard on the pillow.“Why does he always have to prioritize his women? Why can’t he see how much I needed to talk to him right now? He’s my brother… but he’s treating me like I don’t matter.” Her voice quivered with each word, the hurt evident in her tone.The silence of the room seemed to amplify her isolation. She had hoped for understanding and empathy from Kendrick as she just returned to the states, but instead, she felt as though her emotions were dismissed without a second thought. Her mind raced throug
Meanwhile, In the dim light of her small, sparse room in the quarters of the old Rogers mansion, Mrs. Katherine Rogers sat hunched over, her frail body trembling with each breath. The room’s drab, beige walls seemed to close in on her as she waited for her daughter, Blossom, to bring her meal. The hunger pangs gnawed at her insides, and the emptiness of her surroundings only amplified her sense of despair.“Blossom, what’s keeping you?” Katherine’s voice cracked with a mixture of frustration and resignation. “Am I to spend my final days in this wretched state, starving and alone?” she yelled. Blossom, who had been moving sluggishly through the narrow hallway with a tray of food, pushed open the door with an irritated sigh. “A day from now, your granddaughter’s killer will be in court, and all you can think about is food?” She placed the tray on a side table with a clatter, her face a mask of barely concealed frustration.The tray held a plate of boiled potatoes and a thin portion of