A Week Later Benson kept trying out the revolver he had been using for training, it had been a week now and he was happy that his first training was progressing and that he would soon move to the next stage. He saw how he met all targets. "Nice," He muttered to himself. He was busy practising in his practice room in the underground basement when Viola came in after knocking. "Me White," Viola said bowing her head to show respect. "I can see that you have improved, boss," Viola said noticing that the board that was used for practice had been covered with bullets from the revolver and he met all his targets. "Yes, thanks to you, I would never forget you and Quentin, training," Benson said. "You are welcome, Mr White, it's been an honour," Viola said. "You can come and have your seat," Benson said as she sat down on one of the soft lounges beside Benson. "You know it's been a week now and we haven't been able to get the next update regarding the loca
"It's been long, it might be hard to bring the gang back together," Frederick said. "If there are issues about materials, I was funded for that by Mr Black to carry out my task," Michael said. "You are the boss of us, no one can dispute that, but how much are we talking about here, since you will be taking the responsibility?" Frederick said. "I currently have seven million dollars, given to me from Mr Black to fund the entire operation," Michael said. "Hmm, that would be okay, I will handle all the weapons we will need and then I will inform the others," Frederick said. "That would be okay," Michael said as he continued his fist training while Fredrick exited the room. Michael knew that with the money that Mr Black gave him, if he wasn't successful, he would be a dead man and that was the reason why he couldn't return to Harold to tell him that he had failed. He continued his first training with a determination that he must destroy the present
Benson woke up in the morning and moved around the lounge room of his mansion thinking about the way he had been treated lately by Rosemary and Samuel. He knew that he had no other choice but to endure, no matter the cost. "Good morning Mr White," Lila Hargreaves said as she came towards Benson. "Good morning Lila," Benson said immediately startled by her presence. "How had everything been going with the training and everything?" Lila enquired curiously. Benson knew that Lila would also be anxious about her son Simon, but Benson had seen Simon in action and knew how good he was. "Very good, no need to worry about your son, Simon, he is very good, I witnessed it," Benson said. "I know, Mr White, after all, I witnessed when Former Master Joseph trained him," Lila said. Benson remembered that any of the members of both the senior and junior executives who got trained by Joseph were very good and he wished he too was trained but he had Quentin, Viola and the others to do so. "That
Rosemary was short of words and didn't understand what was happening. "He must have gone to live in a more wretched house," Rosemary thought to herself as she finally exited the building. Washington DC White House They all arrived in t of the White Houseouse met many people. "Hannah Reynolds," Quentin's said upon seeing a young lady amid the crowd that wanted to enter to visit the president. Benson saw the men that serves as security and wondered how someone would want to try to kill the president and do so successfully. "Who is she," Benson enquired curiously. "She is the president's secretary, we are lucky to find her here, so we can get an easy pass since many people are wanting to see the president," Quentin said. "Exactly, and since we have booked an appointment, the secretary would easily recognize us," Mathew said. "Well, the same way, Clara Lance us called the witch, is the same way we nicknamed her the angel," Rosemary said. They all la
Judge showed a little bit of surprise in his expression but got over it immediately and showed indifference. Judge knew that Quentin is up to the task of being the next Mr White and he never suspected that it was Benson. Benson was happy now that everything was going on the way he had wished it and the way he had planned it will Quentin and the rest of the team. "I am not surprised, I expect that to be the case," Judge said as he faced the documents he was signing. Judge knew that there was no one on the team that was as good as Joseph except for Quentin, so he would be a perfect replacement for Joseph. "Yes Mr President," Quentin said facing Judge. "You all would have met my wife and kids, but they just left for Paris to take some vacation," Judge said. Benson was startled about this. He had heard about the president wife Theresa Peterson and his son, Moses Peterson, he knew that he would also love to meet all of them physically like the way he was meetin
"Michael Xavier?" Judge said still startled upon hearing the name. "Yes, Mr President," Quentin confirmed again, surprised at the President's expression when he mentioned Michael's name. "Well, something happened in the past when Richard was killed and we got to investigate the issue further and it's connected to the name you just mentioned," Judge said... Two Years Ago "Sir, we just discovered who led the men, who were in charge, and we believe it to be the same Michael Xavier who had escaped from prison," one of the security men came rushing towards Judge after he had watched as the president's lifeless body was taken away. "Damn it!" Judge blurted out. "So he escaped again?" He enquired curiously and the man nodded his head to show approval... Present Day Benson now understood how dangerous Michael and his team were. "If the team that was involved in assassinating the President is still alive, then we all have to be careful and perform our duties well,
Samuel knew that it was going to be a mission. He had been sent to work under Mr White since last month and even though he wasn't skilled at all, they used his skills for being a spy to good use. "Michael Xavier, has currently been disappointing Mr Black, not refusing to do Mr Black's wish and Mr Black isn't happy," Harold said. Samuel wondered how that got to affect him and shower his curiosity in his expression. "Well, I know that you will be wondering how that affects you, but I need you to know that Mr Black needs someone to presently succeed where Michael failed to sell the drugs to the Chinese men," Harold said and Samuel nodded his head. He knew that it would be him they would recommend for the job since that was part of his experts since he wasn't good at fighting or gun fighting. "Mr Black needs the profit from the sale of the drugs and you are the one recommended to do it," Harold said. "Noted boss," Samuel said. "I know that there is a little b
Shang Chan who was under the protection of his men as they rallied a round him to protect him, spoke in Chinese to his interpreter to interpret. "I thought you told me that there wasn't going to be any causality of any sort?" The interpreter interpreted. "Yes, I am sorry, I didn't know that this would happen, please forgive me," Samuel who was scared said. He never believed everything would go wrong again and was so disappointed because he knew that if he ever escaped this, Harold would have his head Mr Black doesn't like to allow failure. Shang Chan spoke some Chinese languages to his men and they all attempted to enter their SUV but the junior executives shit the tire preventing them from escaping this time... "Ooh you mean that you would allow the junior executives to handle the situation this time, right," Benson enquired curiously. "Exactly, boss, Peter Theory, the main captain of the junior executives, is very skilled and probed to the task, we call