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
Laimer turned his gaze toward the announcer and realized that a couple of people had already raised their hands in readiness to accept the challenge.Was the opportunity really going to pass him by?He returned his gaze to his friends and saw that they were signaling him not to give in to the urge but he just couldn’t help himself.“If you do it, I will report you to the supervisor Laimer,” Robert warned. “I am not going to cover up for you this time. I will tell him what exactly you went to do and you will have to explain yourself.”“Come on, Robert. You have to understand that I can’t just let go of this opportunity. You know how chess is an important part of me.”Robert and Droppel had a resigned expression on their faces as their eyes sunk in the deadly weight of acceptance. After all, they knew that it would only amount to a waste of time if anyone tried to convince Laimer against playing chess.Laimer’s hands were a towering beacon as he reached a signal that sought to capture t
They shook hands with each other and exchanged mischievous smiles that suggested that they were both confident in their abilities.After accessing Zonam like a monitor, Laimer rubbed his fingers and had some confidence that he was going to dismantle Zonam with ease.Their expressions were a silent contemplation as they moved their hands in a strategic dance across the chessboard. The chessboard was a classic and well-designed square, arranged in an 8x8 grid and comfortable enough for use.Laimer’s face was contorted with a demeanor of poised focus and a deadly stillness that conveyed the gravity of their strategic deliberations. ‘Perhaps this guy might not be such a beginner after all,’ Laimer thought. ‘He seems to be smart enough with his moves.’The few moves that were being made were enough to convince Laimer that he was not playing with a learner. In any case, he was very confident in his abilities. There was no way that he was going to be beaten in a game of chess. Never! He had
He had fallen into the hands of some people he should never have gotten involved with. There was no way that they would be snapping fingers together like that without them having an ulterior motive. His hands were shaking as his senses were alert with fear and an expectation of danger.The air was a tense stillness and there was a suffocating silence that spoke volumes and made Laimer’s expression a terrorized dread. Before Laimer could turn his gaze, he discovered that a gun was pointed just towards his belly. He was shell-shocked with terror as he felt the black metal just above his abdomen.He noticed that the gun was pointed straight to his abdomen area by the same man who announced that there was a chess competition.Dwight pointed the gun to Laimer in a way that was going to scare the hell out of him but he made sure that his posture wasn’t completely focused on the attack he was trying to do. His hands were a stealthy gesture and a discreet movement as he pointed the gun with