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
Excitement filled the room as Newton and Grinch marveled at the key in Newton's hand. Newton swung the necklace back and forth, the key dangling from it, catching the light. Grinch couldn't contain his enthusiasm and quickly stood up from the sofa to join Newton."Guess what I've found, Grinch?" Newton asked, a wide grin spreading across his face.Grinch gasped in anticipation, his eyes widening. "Is that what I think it is?" He leaned closer to examine the key. "It's a key to the box?" he exclaimed, barely containing his excitement.Newton nodded, his smile growing even broader. "Wills never lies. He was right to trust Mr. Anon. The key was indeed with the Cornor family," he confirmed.Taking the key from Newton's hand, Grinch carefully inspected it, marveling at its intricate details. "How much did you have to pay for this piece?" he inquired, his curiosity piqued.Newton maintained his warm smile, his gaze fixed on the key. "I didn't have to pay much for it. Just a small token of ap
Newton lay on his bed, his eyes wide open as he stared at the exquisite chandelier that hung high in the ceiling, casting a warm glow across his room. The intricate patterns of light danced before his gaze, but his mind was preoccupied with the events that had unfolded since he became the leader of the Angels mob.Thoughts raced through Newton's mind, flashing like fragments of a vivid dream. Memories of his encounters with danger, the loss of Mr. Alfred, the battles with rival factions such as the Lees, Beanies, and Bagwells, all played out in his thoughts. Each experience had tested his mettle and forged him into a stronger and more resilient leader.As his mind meandered through the labyrinth of his memories, one question nagged at him, refusing to be silenced. "Why did Harris die? Who was responsible for his untimely demise?" Newton pondered aloud, his voice filled with a mix of confusion and frustration. The loss of his classmate still weighed heavily on his heart.A name surfac