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
The firefighter leaped with daring courage, his arms wrapped protectively around Quorra and Tierra and their bodies launching through the air in a desperate escape from the flames. Their hearts were pounding with adrenaline as they soared towards safety even amidst the flames.Their bodies crashed with a jarring force as they hit the pavement, their escape a blur of speed as Alan’s lunges heaved with effort from the effort of their flight.The workers together with Della had predicted that they were going to make the launch so they prepared mattresses around the pavement area which made their landing less strenuous.Quorra and Tierra were gasping for breath as they tried to regain their footing, their lungs burning with the strain of the flight.Alan managed to crawl up from the ground amidst many of his workers who surrounded him with their faces contorted with concern.When they saw that Alan was fine, they started hailing him loudly.“Hail to the hero of the hopeless, Alan Greyson!
Della smiled. “Mean what, Alan?”“What you said? That she saw me as a hero.”“Yes, Alan. She saw you as not just a hero but also an idol. She surely took you in high regard and she couldn't wait to show you in its entirety how she viewed, respected, and loved you. Everything you are now and will be in the future, she predicted it to come to pass.”Alan’s face was frozen in a mask of silence as he wore a stunned expression. His chest tightened with an emotional wave as he struggled to maintain composure.How he wished that Rose was still there for him? How he wished that things could return to the moment when he could return home to his lovely wife.Della noticed that Alan was going overboard so she continued with the question she was going to ask in another effort to change the topic.“Anyway, I was going to ask because I am just curious. How did you know that you needed to save some people inside the inventory? I commended you not because you saved them per se but because you somehow
“Oh, it's nothing. I am just processing how lucky we were that everything went well,” Della spoke, shrugging off Alan’s statement so that she could go deeper into her thought process.Della found it really strange that Alan was able to know that the two ladies were inside the inventory. She wasn't having the response that they called him to come to rescue her. They wouldn't have done that because they didn't know him as a firefighter, she thought.In fact, if they knew that they were going to face a fire outbreak situation, she would have suggested being the one to take up that responsibility because even though she also wasn’t trained to be a firefighter, she might have been more suited to that role.She wasn't underestimating Alan but she couldn't help but think that there was something extra that Alan had which made him able to rescue the two ladies at the inventory.Della didn't want a situation whereby she would have a reason not to trust Alan but for the first time since her dau
Alan could obviously not respond as his throat kept constricting and he was gasping for air.“Alright, Sir, let’s just go this way,” the waitress spoke. “Here, follow this way, Sir. We will help you and find out what happened.”The two workers gripped Alan’s shoulder with a supportive, their arms firm and steady as they helped him hobble to the direction that the waitress was showing them.Della’s face was creasing with concern as she struggled to make sense of the situation. Her voice was inquisitive as she asked questions. “What is happening with him? Was it the food he ate? Where are you taking him to?”The waitress and the other two male workers were hobbling him towards a private room in the restaurant.Della couldn't help but wonder what was going on but she stopped asking questions and followed them instead.The waitress then turned towards Della. “Why don't you just stay here? We just want to get him some help. It appears he has something stuck in his throat. We will just get