The instruction they got from their leader Jamal Griffith was that they were going to use a heavy metal approach and that meant that anyone who was caught in the fire and couldn't escape was on his own. The only people they planned to harm were the ones that they had already kidnapped - Robert, Laumer, and Droppel.The dark operatives got into the inventory and adopted the composure of government inspectors with their hands as a meticulous grip on their files. Their eyes were a piercing gaze and their expression was a stone-faced stare with the bearing of a commanding posture.The inventory clerk quickly went over to meet up with them. “You are highly welcome Sirs. We received information that you are from the government. May we ask what body of the government that you are from?”The dark agents knew that they had to avoid that question at all costs. Even if they knew a regulatory body, it could be detrimental to mention it because then they could discover that they were fake.“We are
Why did things have to be so complicated? Walking to the ends of the inventory itself was going to be such a long walk. He had to start whispering in everyone’s ears one by one. Could these inspectors just leave them alone and let them carry out their duty? He thought.Perhaps someone should be bold enough to ask them if what they wanted was a bribe. It wasn't going to be him making such a request though - he was scared that he would be roasted.Ishmael’s lips quivered in a deadly flutter of hesitation as he sought to find the right words that he could use to convince the men against going ahead with the instruction but no words came out of his mouth. They seemed to have so much conviction to go ahead with the task.Ishmael went ahead to everyone in the inventory and whispered the same words into everyone’s ears. “We are to go just outside the inventory because top government inspectors are here and they want to access our staff. Please make it quick.”Ishmael’s words as a hushed murm
But the employees couldn't help but have their faces contorted with confusion as they stayed left and right seeking some answer or some more explanation even though Dwight kept talking.It felt as if they were missing something important and nothing was making sense anymore. The puzzled stare couldn't evaporate from their faces as their gaze was kept in a sweeping scan.Some of them were murmuring under their breaths as they couldn't help but try to find some explanation from their colleagues.“Why are we being criticized? Was it not the same government regulators who came a few days ago and cleared us?” A young lady asked her male colleague who was a forklift operator. Her voice was a secretive gaze of a whisper.“I have no idea. They even praised us. I guess these are not from the same organization as the other ones. Maybe these are another regulatory body you know? But they all do the same work of inspecting warehouses.”“Yeah, I get you but something still feels fishy. I don't kno
***Back at the Truck where Robert, Droppel, and Laimer were, their cuffs were a deadly glint of pain as their faces were set in an expression of dejection.Laimer was filled with guilt as he couldn't help but blame himself for putting his friends in such a delicate situation. Even though he wouldn't admit it to them, he couldn't help but get broken by the idea that it was him who was the entry gate through which the dark agents could attack his friends and their warehouse company.But Laimer was smart enough to have kept his phone even though the dark agents had taken everything else on him. The moment he realized that he was going to be kidnapped, he made sure that he didn't lose his phone and hid it in his underwear.It worked out perfectly as he slipped the phone out from where he had hidden it.Robert gasped in surprise the moment he saw that Laimer still had the phone on him and gestured that he should put it away before he was caught by the stern-looking men in suits seated in
The statement that the agent made sent shivers down their spine in fear as they sensed that the men didn't even have any chill in them at all.Their faces had been a hard rock and a deadly stance of authority since they were forced into the vehicle. The dark glasses they were putting on were as menacing as a deadly mask.Laimer wasn't going to give up though. The earlier call that he tried didn’t go through because he didn't receive a response. He was still going to go ahead with the plan irrespective of the warning that the agents gave. His thumb was a swift press again as he dialed Alan’s number. He was sure that it was ringing and his heart was beating in anticipation each moment as he waited for Alan to pick up his phone.The seconds went but there was still no response. He flinched his eyebrows in disappointment as he thought they he was going to have some headway.In any case, he would try again after a few minutes, he thought. He wasn't just going to not do anything.***Alan
His senses were muddled as he gritted his teeth together in a slight frustration because of how difficult it was for him to get out of the confusion.The face looked so much like Rose but Alan could tell that she looked a little older than Rose. It was like, she was looking at a slightly older version of his wife, Rose Billing because the resemblance was definitely there.A wave of fear flowed through Alan and he didn't know when his cigarette fell off his hand because he was in confusion and trying to make sense of the situation.The lady had arresting features that were entrancing enough to draw eyes in her direction. Her face was glowed with an adorning flush of beauty and her eyes were like diamonds in light. Her body was a work of art, sculpted with the precision of a brilliant craftsman, each contour showcasing her womanly grace. Her hair cascaded in glossy waves, brushing against her shoulders and her lips were full and voluptuous.She moved her feet closer to Alan Greyson in
Alan didn’t know where she was getting her information from but she had been accurate with everything she had said. She was talking like someone who knew Alan and that made him a little uncomfortable.It wouldn’t have been such a surprise if Alan didn't also have a striking feeling about her. She looked so much like Rose that he had mistook the woman for her when he first saw her. The only thing was that the woman was most likely going to be older than Rose.Alan thought that only he knew about the sky deck and someone was talking about how he had missed the place a lot and worst of all - she was correct.Alan bit his lips, his curiosity threatening to erupt into a barrage of questions but he managed to keep it in check as he battled the urge to ask. “It's a beautiful place to be but I am not sure how I feel about sharing it with someone else,” Alan responded to counter her poise and raise a supposition within her. “Hmm, not even me?” The woman asked, turning her gaze directly into
Della’s reaction was a look of serene elegance as she raised an eyebrow with her grace unfazed by Alan’s ranting. “We just got to know each other officially. I thought we would be starting on a better note than this.”“I just need to know who you are,” Alan responded, his tone calmer this time. “I know you already told me your name but I’m sure that you know what I mean. Not once have I seen you before today - not even when I was —”Alan was going to say that he hadn't even seen her when he was an errand boy under Mr. Billing but he stopped his words halfway so that he wouldn't reveal too much of his past to someone that he doesn't even know well. Della spoke with a soothing balm and a compassionate understanding that watched over Alan. She wasn't his enemy anyway so why would she make him have ideas that perhaps she had an issue with him? She had to stop with the mind games, Della reasoned.“I get you Alan Greyson. I am not an enemy and I don’t intend to be one. How could I?”“The