Grinch, speaking in a hushed tone, expressed his satisfaction with their decision to take the job at the restaurant. "Indeed, these are the faces of our enemies," he remarked, acknowledging the importance of their presence in gaining a clearer understanding of their adversaries. "I'm glad we accepted this assignment. It allows us to observe them closely," he added, reaffirming their shared sentiment.Newton and Grinch entered the restaurant, scanning the area for an available table. Upon finding one at the back, they navigated their way toward it and took their seats."It seems like we'll have to postpone accessing that door for now," Newton remarked, a tinge of disappointment evident in his voice. "Nevertheless, encountering that woman today has shed some light on our situation," he added.Grinch nodded in agreement, picking up the menu and making his selection before passing it to Newton for his turn to choose. The waiter arrived at their table, carrying a tray with their food. New
Newton's sprawling estate hummed with activity as five Maserati Levantes occupied the central space, their engines purring. Men in crisp white suits and sunglasses moved around, diligently attending to their assigned duties, ensuring meticulous preparation for the impending task.Emerging from the grand entrance of his mansion, Newton positioned himself on the staircase. Clad in a pristine white shirt, sleek black pants, and stylish white shoes, he epitomized a perfect blend of elegance and power.By his side, Grinch stood, resplendent in a white suit and sporting dark shades, his grip firm on the handle of an M4 assault rifle, while a radio was discreetly concealed behind his ear.Imbibing the invigorating breeze, Grinch drew a deep breath, relishing the anticipation of imminent action. "It's been far too long since we've had some real excitement," he remarked, his voice filled with longing. Newton, catching sight of Grinch at his side, turned his head and nodded in agreement, a shar
Arturo extended his hand towards Newton, his warm smile contrasting with his peculiar eyes. As Newton shook Arturo's hand, he couldn't help but feel a penetrating gaze, as if Arturo was peering into the depths of his soul with his milky, soulless eyes.Grinch remained on edge, his gun still raised and aimed at Arturo, his distrust evident in his stance.Arturo maintained his smile, though his eyes lacked the same warmth. "Ah, Mr. Norton. We are here for business, are we not? We don't have to start by pointing dangerous objects at each other, don't you think?" He then shifted his attention to Grinch, a smile still present on his face, though his eyes appeared directionless. "You certainly have a fighting spirit, don't you?"Newton exchanged a glance with Grinch, silently signaling him to lower his aim. Arturo's smile remained intact as he spoke again."Thank you, Mr. Norton. I believe we share common ground, and I anticipate further collaborations with you."Newton reciprocated his smil
Grinch focused intently on the road ahead, his grip firm on the steering wheel as he navigated through the bustling city streets. The five Maserati Levantes glided into the hospital compound, their sleek design and powerful engines commanding attention. Passers-by stopped in their tracks, their curiosity piqued by the unexpected arrival of such luxurious vehicles in a medical facility. Whispers filled the air as rumors circulated among the onlookers, speculating about the identity of the person who required urgent medical attention.Newton wasted no time as he stepped out of the car, his commanding presence drawing the attention of those nearby. He swiftly moved towards the hospital entrance, three members of the Angel mob trailing closely behind himAs they entered the hospital, the scene caused a stir among the staff and patients alike. Nurses and doctors paused in their duties, their attention captured by the arrival of the high-profile convoy. It was evident that someone of sig
The morning sunlight streamed through the classroom windows, casting a soft glow on the rows of empty desks. Newton sat at his desk, lost in his own thoughts, when he noticed Allison approaching with her notebook clutched tightly against her chest. He had made a promise to help her, and despite his reservations, he intended to fulfill it.Allison stood before him, her eyes filled with determination. "Good morning, Newton. I've brought my notebook. Can you help me understand these concepts better?"Newton sighed inwardly, feeling the weight of his own obligations bearing down on him. Reluctantly, he gestured for Allison to sit in the empty chair beside his desk. "Alright, let's get started. Show me what you're working on."Allison eagerly opened her notebook, revealing pages filled with meticulous notes and neatly drawn diagrams. Newton glanced at the content, his reluctance temporarily overshadowed by a sense of responsibility. He began explaining the concepts, his voice tinged with a
"Grinch, do you recall that incident when we witnessed a chef being harassed right before our eyes? We were in our car when we observed a large man being pursued by a black van," Newton inquired, engaging in conversation with Grinch, who sat across from him at the table, casually sipping from his juice box.Grinch paused, taking a moment to reflect before responding, "I'm struggling to recollect the exact event. Why do you bring it up?"Shaking his head, Newton clarified, "Remember that occasion when we were returning from a job, and we came across a frightened man being chased by a black van? The pursuit continued until he was eventually captured and forced into the van."Grinch's recollection sparked, and he mimicked a gesture with his fingers, indicating his newfound memory. "Oh, yes! Now I remember. It was indeed the Bagwells responsible for it, given their distinct special forces uniforms."Newton's eyes lit up as the pieces fell into place. "Exactly! Remember how Sophia mentione
Zach released a weary sigh. "Very well, let me take a look," he responded, reaching out to accept the phone from Newton. With his fingers scrolling across the screen, he expressed his frustration. "I can't see a thing, Mr. Newton. Would you mind increasing the brightness?"Newton retrieved the phone, assuring himself that Zach's fingerprint had been successfully registered. Once he confirmed the print, he proceeded to type "Zack" into the phone. Finally, he handed it back to Zach with a gentle nod. "Here you go, Mr. Zach. It's fixed now."Zach accepted the phone, his gaze focused on the screen. "It's spelled Z-A-C-H," he clarified, tapping the keys with precision to input his name correctly. Once finished, he handed the phone back to Newton, a sense of satisfaction evident on his face."Alright, boys, back to work," Zach announced, his tone carrying a mix of authority and relief. "I believe I have addressed all your concerns."Newton and Grinch exchanged grateful glances, their smiles
Newton stepped into the sterile hospital room, the faint hum of medical equipment filling the air. The soft glow of the overhead lights illuminated the figure lying in the bed, a silent witness to the violence that had transpired. Tubes and wires connected him to monitors, while the steady beeping of a heart monitor provided a reassuring rhythm.Newton approached the bed, his gaze fixed on the man's battered form. His face was pale, a stark contrast against the crisp white sheets that enveloped him. Bandages wrapped around his chest and limbs, evidence of the wounds he had sustained in the intense gunfight.Doctor Mitchell, with a weary expression etched on his face, glanced up from the patient's chart as Newton stepped into the room.Newton's voice resonated with a combination of concern and determination as he inquired, "How is he, Doctor?"Closing the chart, Doctor Mitchell locked eyes with Newton, his gaze mirroring a mixture of exhaustion and hope."He is still breathing, Mr. Nor