Alan’s attention was a spotlight as he grabbed the conversation that they were having and downloaded it to himself. What blood was the boy talking about? Why was he saying that he still wanted to live many years? He must have believed that the other man who is assumed to be his father wanted to kill him.He had to be his father. Yes! He called him ‘dad’ so he had to be his biological father. Alan didn’t want to believe that what he was hearing was the truth about what was going on.It was a horror experience. Why would a young boy feel so danger from his dad?Alan propelled his senses into observing a bit more of the situation that was going on again and he could see that the boy’s body was seized as if he was shocked with electricity. His limbs were shaking and responding to the tide of fear that was flowing through him.Alan was scared for the young boy and feared that he was being molested. Alan’s head dipped slightly as his ears angled toward the conversation.“But, Dad. I though
“Oh, alright then,” Alan responded with a calm smile on his face. “I was just checking in to make sure that everything is okay.”It was obvious that he didn’t want anyone to know about the conversation that he was having with his son but that was more than enough confirmation for Alan that the boy needed saving.He had a flurry of desperate thoughts run through his mind as he wondered by the man claimed to be his father and yet was so harsh to the young boy.Alan was going to a meeting with a few of his staff but it was difficult for him to not see how it was going to end. He wanted to know what was going to become of the boy and what his father was really going to do to him. The boy seemed to be in danger and who knows if he was his guardian angel at least for that day.A few minutes later, the train groaned to a halt and exhaled a breath of steam, its brakes screeching against the metallic rails.The whistle then blew, a blast of sound that signaled that the passengers could now ali
The boy’s countenance was tinged with effort as he struggled to break free from the man’s deadly grip. His teeth were clenched against the pain of the man’s grip but it was a futile effort as it seemed to be like a situation of a lamb being brought to its slaughter.The man soon succeeded in shoving his son into the mud house as he closed the door behind him.Shit! Now Alan couldn’t see what was going on inside. How was he going to save the boy if he didn’t know what was going on?Alan was a specter of danger as every motion of his was controlled and measured as he crept toward the mud house like a cat amidst the trench.He was just going to wait until he heard a scream. He knew that the boy was going to scream if he found himself in danger. He prepared himself for that moment as he agreed within himself to burst into the mud house if he heard something.Suddenly, there was a huge chaos as the boy burst out of the mud house like a startled animal, his eyes wide with terror and his fee
Alan was still reeling from the effect that the dream had on him. His eyes were heavy with the weight of frustration as an explosion of an entrance jolted him into attention.Alan adjusted his gaze towards the figure that burst into him late at night. He wasn’t an officer or at least he didn’t look like one. Alan had his mind swirling with thoughts as to who the man was.He was tall and wearing a uniform but not like the uniforms that the cops wore. It was more like the uniforms that porters or custodians usually wore. His eyes were shiny in the midst of the darkness and he looked as alert as ever. He was holding two cups in his hands which he assumed to be cups of coffee because of the aroma that he was perceiving.The man took his place in the seat opposite where Alan was and fixed his gaze onto Alan who waited patiently to hear what he was going to say. He would have yelled with aggression again if it was Officer Andreas or Vincent who entered the room but he thought to himself -
Alan’s expression was a frozen mask and a rigid facade that hid the surprise that coursed through his veins. He knew that he had to drink the cup immediately so that whoever it was that was watching them wouldn’t suspect that he had read something that alerted him of the danger. His guts had to be correct that it was Officer Andreas. He had revealed his motive for the hatred that he had towards him and Alan knew that it was only a matter of time before he tried to do something really dangerous to him or even try to kill him.Alan’s lips were a feigned sip as he engaged himself in a rehearsed gesture that was enough to deceive the eye into believing that he was sipping the coffee when in fact, the cup was still filled with the content that it had.Officer Andreas drank from his own cup of coffee but knowing that his cup wasn’t poisoned, he gulped the content down his throat.As Alan’s lips were connected to the cup, he was plotting ways in his head through which he was going to pour
***One of Alan’s greatest enemies, Jamal Griffith who owned a big crime organization had assembled his three top men - Dwight, Uqaman, and Zonam to be in charge of destroying one of Alan’s biggest warehouses.Griffith was unrelenting in ensuring that Alan suffered because of the pain that the ancestral sword that his family lineage owned was bought by Alan’s father, Dexter Greyson.Griffith knew that attacking Alan meant attacking his father. Also, getting Alan to subjection was going to be a bigger show of power because Alan Greyson was the new head of the Greyson Consortium.But Griffith had vowed to tear Alan up piece by piece until there was nothing left of him anymore. Destroying Alan’s warehouse located at the Rookies Hills was going to mean that Alan would lose millions of dollars in so much quantity.In Griffith’s mind, if he could lose his lineage sword to the Greysons for 850 million dollars which was the cost for which the sword was auctioned, then he was prepared to make
Laimer and Robert turned their gazes to Droppel in anticipation of listening to the name that he was going to mention, their breaths held with an urgent inhale of concentration.“England of course!” Droppel revealed. “They have the best players in the world in every department of the field. You just can’t beat them - how do you even intend to do it? How are you going to go through their defense.”“Their defense?! The same defense that Harry Maguire happens to be the best in? Haha, you must be joking,” Robert opposed, his body language a defiant stance as he cackled at the argument that Droppel brought out.Droppel’s words were a combative counterargument, his expression a determined scowl. “And yet that same England would beat every other top team in the tournament. The only country that may give them a touch time is France and we all know why they would have a tough time with France.”“It’s quite obvious that Mbappe would score two goals already against them but there is no way Engla
Laimer evaded his gaze in silence as he just chuckled. He didn’t know how to respond to Droppel who just wanted to tease him.“No, why don’t you tell us? But you need to know that she is married already. Look at the ring on her finger,” Robert spoke, his words a playful taunt and a gentle jab that poked fun with a twinkle of his eyes. “You are married too with little kids so I don’t know how that is going to work out.”“Come on man, you two should just fvck off,” Laimer responded, his hands flared in the air as he accepted the banter in good faith.Suddenly, there was a voice booming across the whole restaurant. It was the voice of a man announcing as if it was a clarion call as his voice echoed throughout the room with a bold declaration.His voice was a thunderous roar and his eyes sparkled with a passionate intensity. “Chess competition in progress. Who wants to play?! The winner takes home 20 thousand dollars. Who wants to play?! Who wants to dare my brother here and beat him in a