The Lefaye restaurant on Johnston has its parking lot full at three in the afternoon which is a rare occurrence. Most of its customers only started flocking in after seven in the evening. This was because most of these cars belonged to the Boltons and members of Sarah's gang, the White Spear group. Rose and Sarah stared at each other at the table between them in the reserved restaurant. "Ladies, let's not bite please," Chris said after he noticed the hostile air between them. He sat beside them, like an arbiter. "I see you brought your whole army, that means that she doesn't even trust me a bit?" Sarah grinned. Rose scoffed. "My men report snipers on the roof, I should say the same for you." "Can't we do this peacefully?" Chris demanded. Rose turned towards Chris. "I never believed your father would agree to this, I thought he would refuse. Look, Chris, let's do this alone, we don't need her," she begged Chris. "I understand what—what? So you thought Father would reject it? We
Rose kept her eyes on the screens. The air conditioning in the van was bad, the AC needed replenishing but it was too late for that. She would just have to deal with that for today. "Ground pursuit, come in?" She said to the walkie-talkie. There was silence on the line. It was ticking her off. If only that nutcase Chris had not asked his father if only his father had refused to let him work with Sarah. "Fuck, ground pursuit, come in? Over." She growled. There was a buzz on the line. "Jeez, you are being noisy, do you know how hard it is to redirect to the main channel? These new walkies are a rip-off," Sarah replied. "Where the fuck have you been?""Skirting the building," Sarah replied. She started at the Nexus global building as she drove around it. Arthur would be coming out very soon. She just had to follow him. "Have you tracked his call history? Anything in the past few days, sus phone calls and stuff?" Sarah asked. "Yes, he is clean. I don't know this man, but it's obvio
"Can you get inside," Chris demanded. He joined Sarah in the black van. "Hunh? Are you crazy? Do you know how shady that gambling club is? I could enter, but I don't wanna attract attention, I'm a woman." Sarah declined. She kept her eyes glued on Arthur as he shook hands with men and entered the building. "Why don't we check what's going on in his house? I mean, I'm not the only one thinking this is fishy right? What if they know we are watching them?" Chris asked. Rose dropped her headphones on the dash. "Impossible, you are insulting my hacking abilities," she glared at him. Chris rubbed his face. "No, not in that way. You know when bad people do bad stuff, they become very careful, I'm saying it in that fashion," Chris clarified. "So what's the word around here?" Sarah demanded. She didn't want to spend another minute here. If she got caught, she was twenty minutes away from help. Twenty minutes is enough to put a bullet in her skull stuff her body in an oil gallon and dip he
The alarm glared and Chris was unwilling to wake up. Rays of sunlight passed through the curtains. Something was wrong, this scene seemed too familiar. Chris sat up and looked around him and exhaled in relief. It was at this moment that Rose liked waking up. Chris dropped his leg at the side of his bed and waited for the sleep to wear off. It was at this time that people in the working class hated their life. That journey from the bed to the bathroom seemed like it would take five miles as if it was the hardest part. Well, the hardest part in working was waking up and taking your bath. Chris yawned and stretched. It was rare that Rose didn't come and wake him up. He couldn't blame her, they reviewed their plans with Sarah until late at night. And they were still going to meet this afternoon. The door rapped, and someone was knocking. Chris didn't bother covering his bare chest with clothes. He opened the door and me with Rose's gaze. She fixated her eyes on his muscular chest and
Chris stared at the plans, long after they had concluded the meeting. It was his first time, he didn't have much experience in it, but he felt super nervous. What if she got injured in transit when they were making their move? What if it is a trap like Rose said? At this point, he could still back out and—"Hey, what are you brooding about?" Sarah slapped his shoulder. Chris blinked several times and feigned a smile. "Nothing, I'm just nervous about all this. All this plans to save someone. I mean I was just a cleaner up until like months ago.""You are scared? Wanna back out?" She teased him. "No." Chris circled around the table. He picked up his bag and sighed at his watch. It was getting late. "I mean, even if I backed out, it is already out of my hands. My father also wants her back so yeah, I just acted like a catalyst here, nothing major." He wiped his nose. "Hmm, so what are you going to do that day?" Sarah folded her arms. "What do you mean what—I'm going to fight durrh
The Mansion (8:01 am)Chris pondered about his choice to stay out of the rescue mission. He glanced at his watch, it was nearly eight in the morning. About now, the team would be preparing to intercept the convoy. He felt very nervous, there was no backing out now. He thought he, who had been a nobody could assist in this mission, but he felt dejected when they said he should sit it out. Also, what was that stupid lie about feeling sick? Everyone knew that he was scared to even hear the comms. Chris felt like a coward. His lack of experience was showing now more than ever. Maybe he should have gotten ready for it. "Fuck!" Chris cussed. He scattered his hair and went to the balcony. The bodyguards were in their positions as if nothing happened. He had heard that his father had decided not to go to work today because of the plan. Should he go over to the comms and hear how it is going? Should he sit back and pray it goes well? What happens if the mission fails? Will Rose and Sar
The sounds of the approaching vehicle were drowned out by the heavy fire of weapons. The convoy's escort was swiftly taken out to ease the extraction at the rear. Sarah glanced at the rearview mirror. The second escort was following close behind her with a man shooting at the convoy. "Phantom two, take it easy, keep your eyes on their main guns. We might be bulletproof, but our armor is no match against a 55. Caliber machine gun," Sarah warned them. "Scanning for thermal," Rose said. Her laptop was on her lap and she was struggling to work on it with Sarah's driving. Bullets ricocheted off the vehicle's body and Rose flinched. She kept her eyes on the computer and chose to put her trust in Sarah. "Do we have her?" Sarah asked. "Not yet, keep your eyes on the road. I will tell you when I see her on the thermal map," Rose said. A car from the envoy, a Ford SUV started slowing down and broke away from the group. It revealed two men with RPGs on their shoulders. "Rocket hot!" Sara
The trio stayed in the car as the enemy pointed their guns at them. There was no escape from either side, forcing their way through would be suicide. "Can we force our way through there?" Rose pointed at corner. Only a few men were standing there. Sarah looked at the windscreen. "Nope, we are out of bullet proof glass, and that 55. Caliber would knock us out of the car if we even dreamed of it. I think we have a better chance hoping they will take us alive," she said. Rose scoffed and passed a gun to Monica. "You can still use one right?" "Yeah," Monica admitted. She took the gun with shaking hands and turned off the safety. She cocked the gun and pointed it at the window. "What's the way forward now chief?" Sarah held her gun to her chest. Even though she was hiding it, she was sweating in the cold environment in the vehicle. "Stay inside, as long as they are not making any moves," Rose replied. Men flooded out of the cars with weapons, and they suddenly started making way for