He stood with his back to the door. He could hear the bangs and jolts as those outside tried fervently to break in after him. But no matter how much they tried, he knew there was no going through that door without opening it. It was a highly secured and essentially special structure, a masterclass like every other thing in that suite, or in most parts of the restaurant to be honest. Hermes could recognize the quality of the glass walls that stood at his two sides. It would have cost some fortune to get all those things together.The beauty of the little passage that folded out before him. The look of the shiny grounds, the compact nature of the elegant upper walls that lay over his head. It was all remarkable, too remarkable for a food company.And of course, they had security cameras carefully attached to them."Jammed!" Dan informed him through the earphone."Got it." He replied, staring at the elevated devices as they all stopped to beep their usual red colour in unsion.Then the
As soon as Derek placed the flat key on the key receptor, a computer voice chimed. "Opening..." it said, "In three... two... one..."Then it made three fast beeps, and a crackling sound followed, announcing that the door was unlocked.But as he pushed open and barged in, he is greeted by a thick white fog which consumed the whole suite in a matter of seconds, accompanied by a loud hissing sound.Derek could not see clearly, nor could anyone else. Earlier, the tension had increased when Hermes locked himself in with the new Mrs Bradbury and everyone was beginning to worry, but now in the presence of this sudden fog, the whole place threw up in complete pandemonium."My eyes! My eyes!" Was yelled from every direction. Derek could not keep his eyes shut for long. Even if he could, his men could not. He yelled orders at them with a desperate energy. "Go in! Go in!" He directed them into the deep smoky room. He knew that his wife's captor was in there, and might want to escape with Hais
"I had a deal with Dan. You are making a mistake." Hermes was at a loss, but kept his cool. The ear piece seemed to have suddenly stopped functioning and he had no way to speak with Dan directly.There was no sense in their words, because Dan had firmly promised to help Hermes locate his mother. In return, Hermes would help him take revenge on the Bradburys for how they terrorized his childhood. Dan was not someone who would break a person's trust in him so cheaply without a solid reason. Something must be awfully wrong, either these people were gravely misinformed or they were lying jerks themselves."Well, that deal is over now, sweetheart" said Tracy, a gum hanging between her lips "It ended the second you walked through that door. It means you don't trust Danny, or anyone of us at that. We can't trust you neither."They were not wrong, Hermes had a hard time trusting anyone of them. But it wasn't exactly his fault, was it? He searched around the faces of his companions, one after
Knock! knock!"Who's there?"Knock! Knock again!"Hey, are you gonna break my...""It's me. Open up."Surprise. "What? Is that...?"The door pushed open from the inside and Zeid leaned out after it."Hermes?!" He muttered with his spirit in shock. "How did you...?"He didn't need to complete the question. The answer seemed to be peeping out impatiently from behind Hermes's expression."Don't tell me..."All Hermes could return was a slight sigh, confirming the little thoughts Zeid had dared to conceive. "They're after you, aren't they?""Not exactly. At least, not right now.""But they will be?!" Zeid dropped his head in frustration. He knew this would happen. "Were you followed?" He raised his gaze again, praying within himself for a negative response.Hermes shook his head slowly. "No one can follow me without me knowing about it"."Well, come in then! Mine is a busy street!" He pulled his friend into the comfort of his home, checking left and right to be sure that no one saw Herm
So many things had happened in the little space of three years. Time was as they say, a passing breeze under the cold night which kisses through the skin of men, leaving behind a cold shiver of memories.Three years ago, Hermes thought his world was completely over. The judge had passed his solicited judgement, doors of the prison had drifted apart and wide, beaming wickedly for his presence.The cuffs hanging and the shackles dangling from his wrist, he was led into hell in a cell. The inmates were pointing from their dark cells with evil fire glaring out from their eyes, like wild wolves desperate for a chance to devour a prey. They stared, hissing and snaring.There were on both sides and in every direction, their hands around the metal boundary which was the only thing stopping them from coming for him, and their sights ungodly and threatening in all forms.Hermes thought he might not survive more than a few days in that terrible darkness among criminals and murderers. Back then,
"So, the love of your life got married the same day you left prison, to the man who sent you to prison? That is some nice twist." Andre laughed out his guts for an awfully long while. "You shouldn't laugh at other's misfortunes...""Good god!" The old man continued in the deep outburst, "My old lungs can't sustain it!""It's not funny."He managed to calm down. "So now, you are on a mission to destroy their marriage just because you feel so betrayed?""No" Hermes refuted, "I don't care about their damn marriage, I only care for my mother's safety.""Your mother...?""They're keeping her somewhere. She told me with her own mouth"."And what if she's playing games with you?""I'll at least see it out"."Hmmm" sighed Andre. "I see."The old man closed his eyes for a moment. While keeping them shut, he continued, "And she has offered you an alliance?""Just to get my mother back." Hermes affirmed, "She only wants to help me get her back.""Why? Isn't that a bit weird?""She must feel bad
The night was cold and blowy. The streets buzzled with noise and music, screams and jiggles and most frequently, with the groans and moans of high and crazy teenagers who littered the roads on both sides.Wearing a dark hood over their hidden face, a figure perused along the long and constantly reoccuring lines of boys and girls who were fluxing and coalescing, both in the darkness of corners and in the highlights of the street, filling their lungs with smoke and their hearts with lust.The figure moved past them all slowly, one after the other, and towards a glowing building which seemed to be one of the only few things that luminated the scenery and gave it a little light of vision.As the figure came into the light, half of their hidden face was caught in its rays. Their feminine chin was visible and one could now guess that she was a woman. She had a bag around her back.With her hands fixed in the holes of her deep pockets, she stopped before the bright building and breathed deep
7:45 amThe car slid into sight again, blasting forth through the tarred roads. Hermes had his hand on the car window as his leg pressed hard on the accelerator. The car wasn't his, but he cared little about that. He wanted to arrive at the address as fast as possible.Checking again through the piece of paper, he sighed. The location was only a few minutes away now. It could also mean that he was only a few minutes from another shock of his life, that is, if there was really anything else capable of shocking him again."This cascade doesn't end" he heaved. If he would find his mother from this current endeavor, then he would soon know whatever truth that had been kept secret from him since childhood.By now, he was in the said neighbourhood. The same Caveliona town which used to be a paradise within the lithosphere of the nation. That was very true, until the great havoc that happened many years ago during the bloodiest political election ever in the history of the state, pioneered b
Lyanna was lying on her bed, slowly recovering from the old wounds."The doctor says you will be free to go in a few days."Beside her bed was Andrew Henshaw, comforting her to a good discharge. He had always been there for her in the absence of her father, more than her brother could ever even if he tried.Lyanna smiled back at him. He was such an angel, she thought."Andrew..." She muttered, craving his attention. "What is it..." He responded as soon as he lifted his head, seeing the look of displease spread across the lines of her face."I am sorry for what happened to your father..." She had always wanted to say that since the moment she discovered that her father and his friend were really the ones who had taken Henshaw's life back then. "I am sorry for everything my father did to your family..."He put a finger on her lips. "That is gone now. We are now here together. Friends. Together. Forever."His smile was enough to convince her to be happy. He was the best thing she had k
"I am sorry about this. I will make sure to find him...""That boy stole my money. He walked into my house and stole my money!!" Albert Bradbury was in a rage as he recounted what Howard Smith had done. The boy had the guts to infiltrate into his home and escape with an extreme amount of money."There is nowhere he can go or run to. And there is nothing he can do with that amount of money. We will find him, and we will recover your money." Diego assured, still trying to calm down the anger of Bradbury.Adam Bradbury sat at a far corner of the living room. He was still in shock and horror over what happened the night before. The knife placed on his throat, threatening to slash through. He could feel the red sores which developed along the lines of his neck.Also in shock was Adam's mother, Stella Bradbury. She was also struggling to fully understand what had happened the night before. Worse, she could not understand what was happening right now. Who were these strange men? And why had
The successful businessman, whose profits had gone on a whole new level of rise since the past few months was in his house, having a glass with his wife and his son, Adam Bradbury. Albert was filled with smiles and laughter, clinking his glass cup with that of his family, recounting his success story to them both, hoping that his son would learn a few things and take inspiration from his achievements."A man who wants success must be ready to ignore all attachments. You have to keep an open eye, always on focus. Only then can you see the tiniest opportunities the very moment they appear." He schooled, smiling.Albert had sent away his bodyguards and protectors from the room. He just wanted to have an alone time with his family since that rarely ever happened in their life. He felt tonight should be a special night, but faith would have it, he could not have picked a worse day than that particular day.Howard Smith peeped from beneath the curtains. He had found his way and outsmarted t
"The case today. Accused, Andre... No last name. Versus the state"."This man has committed a horrible crime against our nation, against me and you. A heinous transgression upon a loyal citizen is a heinous transgression against the whole of us. He does not even have a lawyer, and that goes to show you how evil he has been proven. You know. I know. Everybody knows. No one wants to waste their time and integrity standing for him. In my opinion, he has already been condemned in the heart of the world, how balanced would it be if he were to be condemned by the hands of the law.""Mister Andre, after carefully considering the evidence put forward to the court and listening to the presentation of one lawyer, I believe this court has more than sufficient information to pass judgment on this case.""The court sentences Mister Andre to a long term of fifty years in prison. Meanwhile, if any other acts of crime or any disturbance of peace is detected from Mister Andre during tbe first thirty y
"Where are you Andre, we are about to move". Guerrero said through the phone.Andre was just a few minutes left to the spot where they had agreed to meet. It was a seaside location, where illegal boats would usually set sail. Then the boat would travel a far distance up to the middle of the sea where a bigger ship would be waiting.Along with the passengers of the other smaller boats which had come from different part of the cities just for the same purpose of transmitting people in secret, the people in the boat would be drafted into the bigger ship and the boats would return to the seaside.This was also done at other parts of the world, in other countries. Each boat would know the right time to leave the seaside in order to meet the ship at the predetermined location, and Guerrero did not want to miss that time.Andre and his daughter were not the only person who were trying to leave Twillightoria. There were other people too, and unlike Andre who simply just asked for a favour, th
"Welcome, my friend! It is really pleasure to see your old face once more. Is this your beautiful daughter? May I say she looks just like her mother? Too much, I tell you. Too much."Guerrero welcomed Andre with smiles and hugs. He seemed really glad to have the honour of saving Andre and helping him out of the country."Everything is set, my friend. The boat is ready, the sailors are waiting. All that remains is for you to step into the boat and set sail to freedom."Andre understood his words well, but he was no longer anxious to leave at this point."Diego and my son are still behind. We need to rescue them first, only then can I go anywhere."Guerrero frowned. "That does not make any sense, Andre. Diego knew what he was walking into when he decided to help you in your foolish mission. I am sure he wants you to leave now that you can, you do not want to get caught too. Now that would be too much a loss for anyone of us to bear. And your son? I heard news about your son. He seems to
"I must say it is quite nice to see you again, Mr Andre. Anyone would have thought that the other day would be out last encounter." Richard Dengerberd said, holding a recording device up to his face, displaying it before Andre and kids present.Richard Dengerbard had been in there all along, waiting fkr Andre to come for his daughter. Andre thought he had died the other day with Minister Henshaw, but apparently he survived. He must have gotten to know of Andre's connection with the other day when Andre first visited the hospital.Then he was surely the one behind the police arrival. He was the one who informed the world of his existence and ruled out Scorpio's name as the one behind Henshaw's death.He had intentionally moved unconscious Lyanna into this VVIP room to serve as a bait for Andre. He had intentionally made himself her roommate, and he had recorded all the conversation between Andre, Howard and Andrew Henshaw."You must have thought that you escaped the law when you killed
There was no more tricks to devise. He was now surrounded by the security men who came closer to know if there was a problem."What is the issue here?" One said."Nothing is wrong agent," Andre assured. "We are just having a little discussion, right?"The look on the agent's face drifted from a neutral perspective into an alarmed expression as sudden as a lightening would strike during a storm."Get your hands in the air!!" He reached for his gun, screaming at Andre.Before he could pull out his weapon, Ande had attacked first.The entire place became riddled with combat. Andre alone against the rest of them.But he had no chance in that open place. When the guns started firing, he could barely put up a fight as he placed a dead agent in the way of the bullets.The door of the section was right there, the agents standing right before it as the agents were now focused on him. To get to the door, he needed to get through them first. That was impossible."Shit! There is no way I'm gettin
"I will go in myself and get her out." Andre proclaimed. "What?" That did not make sense and Diego could not allow it. "You cannot do that.""We don't have any other option.""Yes we do. I can get some of our men to do this.""No..." Andre refuted. "I don't want a collision with the security agency. The best way to do this is by a using one man to take out the children quietly.""They are trapped in that hospital because someone knows about us. Someone knows about you. Whoever it is, they are surely waiting for you to come. Even if we must do this, it does not have to be you." Diego expressed his concern fully. On normal days, Diego was not the kind of person who spoke with full words or who cared about other people's safety apart from his own true family. But his relationship with Andre was growing past the borders of partnership and once again looking like brothers, just like they were when they were younger. And just like their daughters were now."I will go." Diego volunteered,