Robert and Droppel’s gaze darted around as they exchanged gazes repeatedly in confusion because they didn't understand what Della spoke.Della chuckled. “Oh, you don't understand French? Oops forgive me, sometimes I forget these tiny details. I was asking if you are good now.”Robert and Droppel were still terrified that they couldn't open their mouths to respond to Droppel. They couldn't possibly trust her yet until they felt comfortable with her and the way things were looking, it was going to take quite a while. They were still trying to observe what her motives truly were.“Which of you was the one who called Alan Greyson, eh?”At the hearing of the question, Robert’s mind skipped a bit. He and his friend knew that she must have been an ally of Alan Greyson sent to help them.Droppel used his eye to send a signal to Della in response to her question, trying to show her that it was the dead body lying not too far from the truck that was the one who tried to call Alan Greyson.Della
Dwight had heightened the potency of his speech after k!lling the lady because he knew that at that point, there was nothing to be cautious about anymore. He had already shown them how dangerous he could be by shooting the lady even though he tried his best to avoid such a situation.But now that he had earned the utmost feat of the employees, he had every single arsenal in his hands. He knew that even if he told them to lie flat on the ground, they would do it without any hesitation. Fear had crept into their hearts with a huge force and he was enjoying every moment of it.“You all don't know that your names have been marked just because you work here. Well, you didn't know that but now you know.”“By the time we are done here, we will ensure that every one of you who happens to be alive will be visited constantly and I mean horrible visits, haha.”Dwight’s laughter reverberated with a frenzied intensity and his expression was wild and crazy. He was enjoying every bit of the moment b
Dwight’s face was twisted with disbelief as he stared at the defiant Della. His eyes were narrowed with a deadly glint of fury as he gestured for Della to come over to the podium where he was. “Why don’t you come over here, eh? Haha, who would have thought that someone would be so foolish enough to defy me.”Della strode fearlessly through the crowd, her body exuding courage and her eyes flashing with determination as she made her way toward the podium, her steps firm and resolute.The workers watched with horror as Della walked. They all knew that she was walking into her death and some of them were kind enough to still whisper some words to discourage her from the deadly adventure that she was about to take.“Hey, what is your name? You are literally walking into your death?”“Don’t you have a family that cares for you? Why would a beautiful lady like you think that you would possess what it takes to even scratch this man.”“Woman, disembark from the mission. I am begging you. I don
A morbid curiosity spread through the crowd, their fear melting into fascination as watched the unfolding event. Their expression was mixed with fear and intrigue.They started to feel that probably Della had a few tricks up her sleeves for her to know where Dwight’s weapon was. They could also see the surprise in Dwight’s eyes after Della told him about the pocket knife.If she could get Dwight surprised, perhaps she had something in her that could tilt the course of the fight in her direction, they thought.But others were still largely unmoved. It was a suicide mission that she attempted and it was only a matter of time before she had her blood splattered across the ground.“The uniform doesn't fit you though. It looks like something that you stole from someone else,” Della spoke, her words playful and taunting as she teased Dwight. “Perhaps you should have chosen one of the ones that your colleagues took.”Dwight’s breath was held in a deadly gasp of surprise as he couldn't help b
The sound of gunfire was still ringing in the air when he lay still, his life snuffed out of him in a single deadly moment.An awestruck silence fell over the workers as they struggled to process the result of the fight. Their eyes were wide with fear as they wondered what kind of woman would defeat Dwight so quickly and clearly.How come none of them knew her and she acted as if she was one of the warehouse workers? Some of them thought that she had to be some freak because of the way that she handled the situation.***Inside the inventory, Zonam and Uqaman had successfully set up a scorching blaze to the inventory, the flames roaring to life with a fierce intensity as the fire devoured the stock. The heat radiated out words and each of the boxes inside the shelves was getting burnt, the flame climbing higher and higher as the two men prepared to hop on the ladder to escape the inventory through the window.“Come on, let’s go. You go first while I go after you,” Zonam spoke to Uqam
He wanted to quickly climb up the fence and access the inventory to see if there was something left to salvage. Every second mattered as he calculated in his mind the probability of quenching the fire quickly before it spread to the whole inventory.But it soon clicked in Alan’s brain that as important as it was for him to quench the fire and salvage a few boxes, it was also very important that he knew who the criminals were working for.He realized that he didn't even know who they were working for and he would have put a bullet in Zonam’s head if the thought didn’t come across his mind.Alan’s eyes narrowed with ruthless intimidation as he held Zonam by the shirt with the barrel of the gun pointed directly at Zonam’s head.“Who do you work for?” Alan asked, his voice cold and intimidating and his eyes were narrowed with a ruthless determination as he made the demand. “Tell me now!”Zonam, whose skin was a painting of pain and a brutal masterpiece of suffering, had an expression that
It soon dawned on him that the voices had returned. The same voices that he was hearing when he was faced with the thugs at the gym had returned.He had wondered where the voices went before but now there was a mixed feeling as he discovered that it was the same voices returning.On one hand, he felt relief scourge through him because he was finally able to hear the voices that he had been so desperately waiting for them to return. It helped him a lot especially in combat so he knew how valuable it was going to be to him especially since his enemies were rising each moment.But the same voices also made him feel uneasy because he didn't know their source. It felt like he was getting the power from a strange source and that it was going to backfire on him one day. He needed to be sure where this strange ability was coming from and why he even had such an ability.He pressed his teeth against each other in a psychic attempt to lower the noises and get more frequency of the voices and he
Alan’s face was red in desperation as he needed a signal from the people trapped so that he would know which direction to go.Quorra and Tierra who were trapped and their bodies folded against each other heard the voice. “Hey, hey, I hear a sound, did you hear that,” Quorra spoke, her voice filled with a desperate urgency as the words tumbled from her lips. “I think it's a voice. Probably someone broke in.”“Yes, I hear a voice. I hear something. Oh, shit—he is asking if we can talk,” Tierra responded.Tierra’s shrieked piercingly, her voice slicing through the air with urgency as she screamed for help. “We are here. Come and save us, please. Please come!”Alan’s brain jolted with urgency as he located where he heard the voice from.He quickly dashed towards the spot where he suspected the voice was coming from, weaving his way through the burning flames.Alan dared to venture deeper into the inferno, his body swathed in protective gear as he raced towards the victims.“Alright, I am