Allen, along with the manager and the receptionist who was watching everything going on, were all taken aback.
Mr Edward, not minding how Allen was dressed, took few steps towards him with a huge grin. "Everything has been set down for you." The manager walked forward, "Sir, he came into the hotel to steal and luckily was caught. I am about calling tbe cobs on him." Mr Edward glared at her, "How dare you try to do something outrageous? Do you know who he is? How dare you think about calling the cops? Are you tired of your job already?" he questioned at once, fuming in anger. The manager bowed her head, not uttering any word again. Mr Edward went on. "Why didn't you inform me that our very most important guest was here." Her eyes widened at the hearing of that. Was her boss mistaken? A man looking so poor and wretched, that she was sure was hungry, suddenly is the most important guest they were expecting? Allen was still in shock of what was going on? How did he suddenly became the most important guest in the hotel when he was just there for a safe as ultimate said. -I am the boss here.- Ultimate finally spoke after what seemed like forever silence. Allen cursed inwardly, annoyed that the system only spoke after he went through the insults from everyone. "Please come with me. We have prepared the best room and service for you." Allen shook his head, "No. I have to leave immediately. I am only here for the safe and I will be leaving as soon as possible. Got someone to bring back home." "It would take a while to get an access to the safe. When that is being worked on, we prepare the best body treated for you. You seemed to be in a lot of pain from your bruises," he informed, looking at the wounds on his body. "Please come with me." He gave a signal to the manager to get every thing set for Allen relaxation while they both walked back to the elevator, leading to the special room meant for Allen. Allen was bewildered seeing the room they entered. It wasn't like what he had ever seen before. It was so big and had a small pool by the balcony. The view from the balcony was also nice that he couldn't stopped himself from loving the room. But then, he remembered he had his sister to save within few hours. He needed to let go of distractions and focus on the major thing going on. "Please have a seat sir." Mr Edward voice brought him out of his thought. "No. I need to leave immediately. I just want to get some certain amount and leave to go rescue my sister. That is what is important to me right now." Mr Edward nodded. "I understand but the money would be given to you tomorrow morning cause we need to verify your information and get the safe activated for you. I thought ultimate told you about it." Allen knitted his brows, "He did told me I would get the money by six but never explained why. And, how do you know ultimate is with me?" The older man smiled and sat down, "Well, no one would wear a dark sunglass this night to my hotel and in such a hurry while mentioning that he want to open a safe. I recognize that sunglass and realized instantly that Ultimate choose you." Allen sat down on the single couch facing the mayor. "Choose me? He was given to me." "Cause he choose you," Mr Edward answered back. "Why would he choose me? I have nothing to offer." "You should ask ultimate yourself." "What is this ultimate and how is she able to communicate with me?" "It is a special device out of five others. There are five special devices with different abilities which are Power, a earring device, Super, a wristwatch device, Rampage, a ring device, Prime, a necklace device and Ultimate, the most powerful of all, a sunglass device. Each of this devices has their users but Ultimate has being the one set apart cause it selects it users. You are so lucky he choose you cause you are saying hello to riches you have never imagined." "How do I get this safe opened? I really do need to help my sister out." "Everything would happen at the right time." Some ladies walked into the room with the manager walking before them. They all bowed their heads to the two men. "It is ready sir," The manager said and lifted her head. Seeing Allen's gaze on her, she quickly looked down in embarrassment. She did harassed the young man not knowing who he truly was. "Please, come with us." Mr. Edward led the way out of the room. .... The next morning... Allen hurried out of the room, dressed in a new proper cloth, that was expensive from the tag. He didn't like it at first but knowing he had to leave immediately, he kept his thought aside. "Good morning Mr Scott. We will be escorting you to the car prepared for you," The manager greeted, approaching him. "Hmm, you don't have to bother about any car." "It is an order from the boss and you really need to be treated as our most important guest." She persisted and together they went to the parking lot where a Bugatti Chiron was waiting for him. His jaw dropped seeing the expensive car right before him. Who would have thought that one day, he would be driven in a car like that? He entered the car and was driven out of the hotel by the driver. -Where are we heading to now?- Ultimate questioned. "To my house. I need to get something," he answered and the details of his house address was displayed on the car screen. -What are you going to do in your house when we can just go to the loan sharks to get this deal done?-" "I have got something important to take care of. Without it, I wouldn't be able to meet those men," he answered and looked on.The driver pulled over in front of the old, almost fallen house. Allen looked at the house which had a lot of memories in it. He grew up in that house with his mother and sister. His mother was dead but her memory lives on. With a heavy heart, he opened the door and came out of it. He wished his mother was alive to see what had happened to him. Why did Ultimate came to him so late? He was so desperate for money but it never came. He sighed deeply and went into the house. -Do you need a new apartment for just today? This house seems like it is collapsing soon.- Ultimate questioned but Allen ignored it and opened the cranky door. Being welcomed by the familiar smell of old furnitures and clay, he tightened his jaw and went in. He quickly walked to the old closet they all shared and brought out a bag from it. Dipping his hand into it, he brought out a flash drive. -What do you plan on doing with that?- "Can you get an excess to the pictures and videos stored in this flashdrive?"
UNFORSEEN CONSEQUENCES As Allen lay on the ground, feeling the discomfort and pain from the fall, he went after the sunglasses, his only connection to Ultimate, his digital ally in this perilous journey. The loan sharks loomed over him blocking the way, their menacing presence casting a shadow over the room. Marcel's eyes narrowed as he glanced at Allen's glasses, a flicker of recognition crossing his face before he masked it with a smirk. "Do you think you can just walk out of here after trying to pull off cheap tricks?" Marcel's voice dripped with malice as he taunted Allen. Ignoring the pain, Allen stood his ground. "I won't leave without my sister" he asserted, his voice unwavering despite the odds stacked against him. Marcel chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down Allen's spine. "You're in no position to make demands little boy" Marcel sneered, his confidence unwavering. But Allen refused to back down. With a surge of determination, he scanned the room as quickly as possible
As Allen stepped out of the crumbling building, a rush of gratitude flooded over him, knowing he had narrowly escaped a potentially fatal fate. He could still hear the loud crashing sounds of the structure collapsing behind him, a chilling reminder of how close he had come to disaster. With each step toward the waiting car, his heart pounded in his chest, a mixture of fear and relief coursing through his veins. The urgency of the situation propelled him forward, his movements quick and decisive. As he reached the car, he practically threw himself inside, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Where are we going?" the driver inquired, glancing at Allen through the rearview mirror. "Take me to my home!" Allen commanded, his voice firm with determination, and With a trembling voice, he ordered the driver to get them far away from the crumbling ruins as fast as humanly possible. Without a moment's hesitation, the driver shifted gears and accelerated in the direction of Allen's residence
"Good heavens, what on earth is going on here?" Allen exclaimed in disbelief as he surveyed the area. Making a beeline for his safe, he anxiously rummaged through its contents, desperately searching for the whereabouts of the copy of the drive he had stashed away. Allen meticulously combed through every corner of the room, methodically checking every possible hiding spot for the drive, but it remained frustratingly elusive. With each passing moment, his worry mounted, gnawing at his insides as the drive continued to evade his grasp. Frustration crept in, mingling with his growing concern, as the realization sank in that the drive was nowhere to be found. Pausing in his search, Allen's mind raced, considering the disturbing fact that someone had broken into his house. He tried to piece together who might have had the motive and means to break into his house and leave the place as an eyesore. "Who could have broken in here?" Allen said aloud, his voice tinged with a mixture of frustr
Allen burst out of the house as if he was being chased by a big and deadly monster. He didn't even take a second to shut the door tight behind him because he knew that Marcel, who could sneak in even when it was locked, would have no trouble getting inside now that it was wide open. Every step he took away from the house made his heart beat faster, and he couldn't shake the feeling of fear that gripped him. Allen quickly scanned both sides of the street, hoping to catch a glimpse of his sister. His heart pounded in his chest as he muttered anxiously, "Where is she? I... I can't see her." The panic in his voice mirrored the frantic search in his eyes as he desperately sought any sign of his sister. —She's in one of those cars.— Ultimate informed him. Allen's head snapped up as he spotted four cars speeding ahead. Without hesitation, he dashed to his car and got into the back seat so that he could communicate with Ultimate as he pleased without drawing the driver's attention. The m
—First mission reactivated— said Ultimate. Allen couldn't take his eyes off the screen. He was super focused, not even blinking. The light from the screen made his face look weird. —Here are two power-ups button, pick one and complete your first mission. And remember if you succeed, your account will be credited with $200,000,000.— Allen suddenly froze, remembering the first day he had found Ultimate. "With determination in his voice, Allen asked, "So what do I do?" His eyes gleamed with anticipation. —The mission is for you to rescue your sister and get those girls back to safety. There are two power-ups to aid your mission. The blue power-up is to increase the speed of the car and get to those cars, the second power up which is the red holds a secret weapon inside— Allen's gaze fixed on the red power-up button displayed on the screen as he pondered its purpose. With a furrowed brow, he asked, "What is the red power-up for?" Curiosity tinged his voice, a hint of apprehensio
As Allen held the scattered nails, frustration surged through him like a tempest, twisting his features into a mask of irritation. He could feel the tension mounting, coiling like a spring within him, as he clenched his fists and tugged at his hair in exasperation. With a sharp inhale, he bellowed, "What the hell am I supposed to do with these nails?" Every breath he took felt charged with electricity, fueling the fire of his vexation. His mind raced, desperately seeking a solution amidst the chaos of scattered thoughts. The driver, his eyes flicking to the rearview mirror, caught sight of Allen's agitated state. With a practiced hand, he adjusted the mirror to get a better view, concern etched into his features. "Is everything alright back there, sir?" he inquired, his voice laced with genuine concern, despite the steady hum of the vehicle's engine. Allen's response was curt, his focus still fixated on the perplexing pile of nails before him. "Yes, yes. Just keep on driving,"
When Allen saw Marcel's smug smile, the blood left his cheeks. "Well, well, well," Marcel chuckled as he scanned Allen with a glittering hunger. "Look who decided to attend the festivities. Puppet boy, I didn't think you had the bravery to show your face." Allen forced himself to swallow, smothering the surge of fear that was attempting to overwhelm him. Stephanie looked at him with a mix of hope and terror, her face pale and streaked with tears. The image of his sister fanned the flames inside him. He refused to allow them to have her back. With a hoarse voice, Allen shouted, "Don't touch her." That was all he could manage, but the words came out more frenzied than intimidating. Marcel laughed aloud, the noise echoing over the lonely beach. "How are you going to handle that? You? A sad nobody who has nothing except a few corroded nails?" Allen took offense at his sarcasm, but he wouldn't back down. He fixed his gaze on the men around Stephanie and the other girls, their faces