After successfully stacking the final crates, Newton and Grinch felt an urgency to leave the warehouse without any further delay. They couldn't afford to linger, considering the fabricated urgency they had created about Grinch's mother's condition to deceive Zach.Grinch headed towards the gleaming parked Koenigsegg, but Newton quickly called him back, realizing the potential risk it posed to their cover."You shouldn't be seen near that car, Grinch," Newton whispered, his voice laced with concern. "If anyone spots us together, it could raise suspicions. We need to maintain the illusion that we're just regular workers."Grinch, after a moment of contemplation, nodded in agreement. "You're right, boss," he acknowledged. "I'll take a taxi home instead. It's better to be cautious."Newton nodded approvingly, appreciating Grinch's understanding. Grinch then voiced another question, expressing his concern about leaving the car behind."Do you plan to leave the car parked here?" Grinch inqui
Newton's car screeched to a halt on the desolate Armory Street, its tires leaving skid marks on the worn asphalt. The air was heavy with tension as Newton stepped out of the vehicle, his eyes scanning the surroundings. A crowd had gathered, their murmurs of concern punctuating the silence of the street.With a determined stride, Newton made his way toward the gathering, his presence commanding attention. The man who had caught his eye, a weathered figure in his sixties, turned to face him, his worried expression reflecting the troubled times they lived in."What happened here?" Newton's voice cut through the hushed conversations, drawing the man's attention.The man shifted slightly, his gaze meeting Newton's with a mixture of weariness and distress. He cleared his throat, a pause of contemplation hanging in the air. "Some bandits," he finally began, "blocked a large bus on this road and abducted the people inside. Evil times we live in."A shiver ran down Newton's spine, his worst fea
The gate of the house at the end of the close was opened to the white van, and the van entered into the compound. Newton, parked nearby, observed the van's arrival and waited for a few minutes before cautiously driving into the close. He parked his car discreetly by the fence, ensuring it remained inconspicuous.Feeling the weight of the task ahead, Newton took a deep breath to steady his nerves. He retrieved his two golden pistols, fit in surpressors and carefully slid them under his jacket.With calculated steps, he ducked below the fence and swiftly made his way to the gate.Standing upright, Newton adjusted his face cap, ensuring his features were partially obscured. He straightened his shirt and wore a serious expression, ready to face whatever awaited him on the other side. Taking one last deep breath, he approached the gate and knocked firmly.The sound of his knocks echoed through the stillness of the compound. Newton waited, his heart pounding in his chest, but there was no
"Tell him you're good," Newton instructed the young man in a hushed tone, his eyes darting between the man on the balcony and the hooded man before him.As the young man opened his mouth to respond, Newton swiftly brought his palm crashing against the side of the man's neck, delivering a powerful blow. The impact silenced him instantly, and he crumpled to the ground, unconscious.Carefully and silently, Newton laid the man on the ground, ensuring no noise would give away their presence. He had to move quickly before anyone else discovered what had transpired.Without wasting time, Newton rushed forward, pressing his back against the entrance door. He took a deep breath, his gun still pointed forward, and swiftly opened the door.Inside the lobby, two men were seated on a couch, completely engrossed in a video game. Oblivious to Newton's presence, they didn't bother to look up or acknowledge him, assuming it was their comrades returning from the gate."So, who was the loser at the gate?
After an hour of driving around Bayfield, they finally came to a stop at the front of the grand and luxurious Nort Hotel. Newton pulled up behind the van and immediately rushed out to the black van where he helped the little Amiyah and her elder sister out. They were worn out and tired after the ordeal they faced in the Bagwells, and it had been an incredibly stressful and exasperating day.Newton hurriedly led the way into the hotel lobby, with the doctor and his family, and the househelp following behind. As they entered, they were greeted by the familiar face of the receptionist, Olivia, who had previously been fired but was reinstated thanks to Newton's intervention.Filled with admiration and utmost respect for Newton, Olivia rushed out from behind the desk and lunged into him in a warm embrace, tears streaming down her eyes. "Thank you so much, Mr. Norton. Without you in my life, I don't know what would have become of me," she muttered tearfully.Newton gently raised her face wi
Newton arrived home that night, greeted by an atmosphere of panic and urgency. His men huddled together in a corner of the compound, engaged in a serious discussion. Curiosity piqued, Newton made his way toward them, eager to understand the cause of the commotion.Peering over their shoulders, Newton discovered Grinch at the center, passionately addressing the group. His words were inaudible at first, but as Newton leaned closer, he caught snippets of the conversation."I've been trying to reach the boss since we left Grove Street, but he hasn't answered or returned any of my calls," Grinch exclaimed, frustration evident in his voice. "None of the men around have any positive information about his whereabouts."A sudden realization hit Newton as he glanced at his phone, noticing the overwhelming number of missed calls. "56 missed calls," the notification flashed on his screen. He had been so consumed by the day's events that he hadn't noticed his phone ringing incessantly.Grinch pause
Newton's alarm jolted him from his sleep, groggily signaling the start of another day. He shuffled to the bathroom and took a bracing cold shower, the icy water helping to shake off the remnants of sleep. Dressed in his red top and black pants, the official uniform of Fat-n-Obis restaurant, Newton made his way downstairs to his private living room.Collapsing onto the sofa, he reached for the remote and switched on the TV, seeking a momentary distraction from the weight of the world. Rubbing his eyes, he glanced at his wristwatch, noting that it was already 8:30 am. Realizing the urgency of the day's tasks, he dialed Grinch's number"Grinch, please bring the bag along by 9 am. We have important work to complete at the restaurant today," Newton requestedOn the other end of the line, Grinch acknowledged the request. "You can count on me, Boss. I'll be there with the bag before 9 am"Satisfied with the response, Newton let the phone drop onto the sofa beside him. He let out a weary sig
As Newton raised his gaze, he found Mrs. Elizabeth's piercing eyes fixed on him. He made his way towards the group, where Mrs. Elizabeth stood, her presence commanding attention. With a graceful gesture, she extended her hand towards Newton."You are Newton, the diligent operator," Mrs. Elizabeth said, her voice carrying a mix of curiosity and admiration. "I have had you on my mind. I find you to be an interesting person."Newton smiled humbly, his lips parting slightly but saying nothing in reply. Mrs. Elizabeth observed him closely, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "There it is," Mrs. Elizabeth exclaimed, playfully pointing at Newton's closed lips. "He doesn't say much. Just a few words and a charming smile."Zach, standing nearby, couldn't help but join in with a grin. "That's how he is, Boss. Even his friend, Darmian, is similar."Mrs. Elizabeth's makeup was pronounced, her lips adorned with a vibrant red hue, and her face covered with a layer of white powder and other cosmetics.