Newton and Grinch, their bodies reclined on plush poolside beds, enjoyed a moment of respite from their demanding lives.The poolside area exuded an aura of luxury and tranquility, with elegant umbrellas providing shade and the soft sound of water cascading from a nearby fountain creating a soothing ambiance. The vibrant greenery of well-manicured plants and colorful blooms added a touch of natural beauty to the surroundings."I think it's time we checked on Kriss and that sly Fox, Patrick. What do you think?" Newton asked, setting his half-empty glass of juice aside and glancing at Grinch, who was engrossed in scrolling on his phone.Grinch looked up, put his phone down, and nodded in agreement. "You're right, Boss. It's been a while, and we need to make sure they're doing alright."Both men rose from their poolside beds, the warm sun casting a golden glow on their sleek dark shades. As they made their way back into the house, a gentle breeze rustled the palm trees around the pool, t
The examination hall was filled with an air of anticipation as students anxiously awaited the start of the test. Newton, positioned at his desk, was poised and focused, ready to begin the challenge. The atmosphere was tense, with a mixture of excitement and nervousness palpable in the room.As the clock struck the designated time, the exam papers were distributed, and the rustling of pages filled the room. Newton's eyes scanned the questions, and a confident smile played on his lips. The questions seemed familiar and straightforward to him, reflecting the depth of his preparation and understanding of the subject matter. The ease with which he grasped the content of the exam put him at an advantage over his peers.Around him, fellow students wrestled with the complexity of the questions, their brows furrowed in concentration. Some chewed nervously on their pens, trying to extract answers from the depths of their minds. The atmosphere was filled with whispers of inquisition and occas
Newton's phone vibrated abruptly on the table, catching both Newton's and Grinch's attention. Curiosity lingered in their gazes as they exchanged glances, wondering about the identity of the caller. Newton suspected that it might be someone with crucial information, given that it was his private line that was being called—a number known to only a select few.Lowering the volume of the TV, Newton shifted his focus to the screen of his phone, which displayed an "unknown" number. With a slight sense of intrigue, he answered the call, activating the loudspeaker so that Grinch could listen in."Mr. Norton, I have learned my lesson and completed the assignment you requested," a voice spoke up, capturing Newton's attention.Interrupting, Newton inquired, "Who is this, and what assignment are you referring to?""It's Arturo," came the chilling response, "and if you recall, you asked me to take care of Mr. Lee for you. Well, consider it done. You can verify it by turning on your television."N
The midday sun shone brightly as Newton glanced at his wristwatch. It read 12:00 PM. Turning to Grinch, Newton proposed, "We should leave now. The sooner we get there, the better." As they reached the curb, Newton hailed a passing taxi, its yellow exterior contrasting against the vivid surroundings. The vehicle pulled over, and they quickly boarded, settling into the backseat. Newton instructed the driver, "To the Fat-n-Obis restaurant, please."The taxi merged into the flow of traffic, navigating through the busy streets. Newton's mind was focused on the task, envisioning the obstacles they would face in their quest to obtain the basement door keys from Zach. As the taxi pulled up to the restaurant's entrance, Newton and Grinch stepped out onto the sidewalk. They paid the driver and watched as the taxi drove away, its presence dwindling into the distance."Boss, you always have brilliant plans. Do you have foolproof plans in place for us to get the keys from Zach?" Grinch inquired,
With their phone flashlights serving as their only source of illumination, Newton and Grinch cautiously explored the dark room, revealing an unexpected sight before them. Instead of an evil laboratory, they found themselves standing in what appeared to be an old factory frozen in time.The room was vast, with towering ceilings that disappeared into the darkness. Rays of light from their flashlights cut through the gloom, casting eerie shadows on the decaying machinery that filled the space. Conveyor belts snaked their way through the room, covered in layers of dust and rust, remnants of a bygone era.As they navigated through the maze of metal and abandoned equipment, their footsteps echoed against the concrete floor. The air was heavy with the scent of age, mingled with the faint odor of oil and metal.Desks, chairs, and other remnants of an office environment were scattered haphazardly amidst the machinery. Papers and documents lay strewn across the desks, yellowed and brittle with
Newton's signal for calmness hung heavy in the air as the sound of approaching footsteps drew closer to the office door. Grinch's acknowledgment confirmed their worst fear—they were trapped and their cover was blown. The time for pretense had passed; it was time to face reality.Reacting swiftly, Grinch retrieved his pistol and deftly attached a suppressor, his grip tightening around the weapon. Keeping a grave face, he exhaled sharply in readiness. "They are no match for me!" he declared.Newton mirrored Grinch's actions, preparing his own golden pistol with practiced precision. He glanced at Grinch, their eyes conveying an unspoken understanding. "On my count, we open the door and move out. Wait a second before firing, let's make this as bloodless as possible," Newton instructed, a touch of compassion resonating in his voice.Grinch nodded, his resolve unwavering as he positioned himself on the opposite side of the door, poised for action. "One... Two..." Newton's voice carried a s
The following day, Newton sat in the exam hall, his posture upright and focused. His sharp gaze scanned the room, taking in the sight of other students hunched over their papers, their brows furrowed in concentration. Newton exuded an air of confidence as he calmly flipped through the pages of the exam booklet, his mind sharp and ready to tackle the test questions.His preparedness and intelligence were evident in his steady hand, swiftly jotting down answers with precision."Time up," echoed the invigilators throughout the hall, signaling the end of the examination. The collective sound of chairs scraping against the floor filled the air as students stood up, stretching their limbs after hours of intense concentration. Newton joined the shuffle, his eyes scanning the hall, taking in the mix of contented and weary expressions on his classmates' faces.Amidst the sea of familiar faces, his gaze lingered on the empty seat where Jeremiah Lee should have been. A pang of sadness tugged a
Allison raised her gaze to meet Newton's, her expression perplexed. "Everyone knows, Newton. How did you not know? And why is it such a big deal?"Newton's attention was drawn to a tightly strung piece around Allison's neck. His curiosity piqued, his eyes widened in surprise. "May I see your necklace?" he asked, his voice filled with a mix of urgency and intrigue.Allison, unsure of what to make of Newton's sudden shift in behavior, hesitated but eventually acquiesced. She carefully unclasped the necklace and placed it in Newton's hands.Newton's eyes widened in shock as he held the necklace—it was a key, the exact same type he had retrieved from the Lees. The realization sent a jolt of excitement through him, mingled with a sense of apprehension."How long have you had this?" Newton asked, his voice filled with a mix of curiosity and urgency, as he held the key in his hand.Allison, still trying to process the unexpected turn of events, replied, "It belonged to my grandfather. It was