"Boss, what do we do about Star? It has been two weeks. Do you think she is okay?" Jordan asked one day while they were in the headquarters. It had been two weeks since Star was taken and they hadn't heard anything from her. "It breaks my heart to see that you ain't have faith in your teammates. She is okay. She has been through worse. Until she activates the last alarm, then believe that she is okay," Tyson said and that earned him a chuckle from Clara. "Do you even have a heart to be broken boss?" She asked with a laugh and that earned her a look that made her wish she had kept her mouth shut. "Continue making noise here while you are supposed to be with my wife. If anything happens to her, I will have you for dinner," he said and at that, Clara trembled. She had been with this boss of theirs for six years now. Even when he was younger than this, he was the most feared soldier in the regiment. She didn't doubt that she would be cooked and being cooked would be being shown mercy
Jordan was in the headquarters, as usual, coordinating everything. He heard a beep on his iPad and ran to check. There, on the screen was a red dot with a name hovering above it in green: Starla. He smiled and sat down with a heavy sigh. Finally. He could breath easy. It was not that he didn't believe that she was okay, it was that no one knew what could happen in these missions. They had lost a few of their comrades and since theirs was a small close knit organisation with less than a hundred members each time, it always hit home when they lost one of them. The last time they lost a moment was last year during their Iraqi mission. They were trailing a drug lord who was also supplying ammunition and guns to terrorists in Africa. They had followed the trail up to Dubai and then to Iraqi where during the siege, one of them had stepped on a live land mine and the enemy camp discovered it and detonated the mine before the man could disarm it. They were later able to retrieve what was
"Oh, my God! The things I do for the Regiment! A good thing is that I love my job," Starla said as they drove away from the club. "We were worried about you when you went for two weeks without communication. Good thing you are okay," one of the men who was seated at the back of the vehicle with her said. "I've been lost longer than that and you know it. Anyway, I couldn't rush. I had to wait and get as much info as I could. I also had to pretend to be Del Campo who is worried about the mother she hasn't seen in two years. A good thing the money went to the orphanage," she said and laughed at that. "Guys, we need to tell the boss what's happening," the one driving said. "Yeah, let's get to the hotel first," Starla said and they kept mum, each thinking of their own things. They got to the hotel room 'the foreigner' had booked to stay in and once they were settled, they called the boss. It wasn't him who received the call but Jordan. "Hey S? We missed you," he said as a way of gre
Samantha had taken over the Warren and Lewis companies successfully and with the help of her husband, all had settled down well. She had good general managers who helped her manage things and she really didn't need to go there on a daily basis because even if she didn't, she still got daily reports from them. The shop at Sarit Business Park was almost done. They had taken care of everything and all they were preparing for was the opening day. They needed something grand that the patrons of the Park would talk about for a long time to come. These included free food, free giveaways but most importantly, a signature piece that won't be sold that day but would be put on auction on a later date. They would be the star of the whole show. Samantha was not a designer and thus, they had to look for someone who could design a masterpiece. She had an idea though. She needed something that would tell a story: her story. She also wanted something original. They were able to get a world renown
"How will they know that we are here?" Samantha asked because they had been there for almost twenty minutes.She wondered how anyone would know where they were because she hadn't seen Clara use her phone since they entered this small crowded and dark room that smelled of breach and soap. Clara was busy concocting a blue substance in a bottle. She had used some liquid soap, bleach, a scouring powder and some other things Samantha didn't understand. "They will know. I already sent a signal. If I was alone, I would already have left," she said as she concentrated on what she was doing. "Sorry. You are stuck here because of me," Samantha said and that made Clara pause and turn to look at her. "It's not your fault boss. I am just worried for your safety and that's all. It's not your fault. If it's anyone's fault, it's those guys trying to get to us," she said as she got back to what she was doing. "What are you making?" Samantha asked again. "A bomb," Clara answered simply. "A bomb!
Samuel's plan hadn't gone as planned and he was very, very angry at his men who he considered as failures. It was twice now they had failed him against Tyson. All his life, he had been brought up to believe that Tyson walks nothing. They had kept very good tabs on him and they knew that the five years he had been missing, he was just in Maryland doing odd hotel jobs here and there. He wasn't making a lot and they suspected that that was the reason why he didn't come home by cause he didn't have anything to give his family. What Samuel didn't know was that Tyson knew what they were doing and he was a step ahead of them. He gave them exactly what they wanted. That was why when Samuel and the old man came to the Gray mansion, they were sure that Tyson wasn't someone they needed to be wary of. He was, according to Samuel, a bad bedbug infestation that would be done away with and very easily. Little did they know that it wasn't as they had thought. One, Samuel wondered how Tyson was s
"Surprised?" Star asked him with a smile."How? Why? How?" Samuel could not believe it. He couldn't believe his luck.Hadn't he been told that Tyson was a nobody? Hadn't they kept tabs on the man and made sure that he remained at the bottom? How them? How come he was the captain of the Dragon Regiment? Or could it? "Ha ha ha! I know what you guys are doing. Nice prank. How could Tyson be the captain of the Dragon Regiment? You almost got me there. That was a good one. I will give it to you," he said and then looked at Tyson. "Yo, cousin, give me my wheelchair. And I am hungry. You know what grandfather will do to you if you hurt me. Don't you. Henley you go the first time because he still considers you family. Now, be quick. Chop chop," he said as he snapped his fingers. The others looked at Tyson wondering how he could be related to such a retard and as usual, it was Carla of all the Dragons who had the guts to address their boss at such a moment. "Boss, you sure you two are rel
"What do you mean?" Shannon asked and this time, it was the lawyer who spoke."What he means is, will you be able to compensate him? This is because, you have caused a scene twice. That is emotional damage and defamation. The first time you two went to the Grayansion and he clearly told you that that is his house and not in any way relayed to the Lewis family," he started but Sarah interrupted. "Because we know that there is no way Tyson can afford such a mansion. Every one knows that he is a useless man who relies on his wife," she said and the lawyer ignored her. "Two, you came here today demanding a share of Tara Jewels. You say it's because the tender was won using the Lewis Group's name. But you two also know that your grandfather and Mr Brian Lewis refused to fund the project and the contract stated that the person who won the tender was the one who was going to be in charge of the project. After he refused to fund it, the tender was fully transferred to Mrs Gray here and she