Purple did not waste time to make an effort. It was the perfect time to make true her plans. Everyone of the remaining girls as well as the men who were still on their feet among Swiss's boys was focused on kicking each other's asses while staying safe themselves. Even Molina was no longer beside the master planner, Mark Dengerberd. She was absorbed in her own little fight, pushing forward among the rest of her fellow whores and shooting down the men who used them for pleasure.This left Dengerberd all alone and unprotected. And in his immaculate wisdom or perhaps in his self dangerous greed, he did not bother to hoard along a weapon while he clung so dearly to the bag of stolen items. In a flash of a few steps, Purple sneaked up quietly behind the unaware Mark, holding in the clutches of her left fingers a huge metal weapon. Sneakily, she was soon up behind Dengerberd who was still busy trying to evade the sight of Swiss's men. They were looking for him so badly, Howard Swiss had
"Fuck!" Dengerberd knew he had no other choice. He could no longer gamble with his own life. The girls kept closing in on him, moving with weird and creepy antics. Each one of them looked lustful for blood and death, and with the number of lives that they had each taken already, there was nothing stopping them from adding his sorry self to the long list if the need would arise."You want this? Take it!" He yelled at them as they approached, raising above his head the bag of treasures, slightly open and threatening to spill away its contents.Shaking his hand violenty in the air, Mark seemed to be threatening to throw the bag somewhere in the large room, leaving them all to battle it out by themselves."Krrrng!!!" A bullet barely missed him, tearing through the bag in his hand and creating a hole in it. This was when Dengerberd knew that his life was in true danger."You ungrateful witches!!!" He yelled for the last time and threw the bag far into their midst. Right then, chaos erupt
He knew he would be done for if he spent any more minute in that car without speeding away with vehicle blood and machine energy. But not even the smallest of distances.could he travel with this car, it just did not respond to the twerking command of the key."Damn it, you piece of shit!" He whispered angrily to the deaf car, striking the body of its driving wheel with a cruel blow, but that would not bring it to life.In a fearful haste, Mark Dengerberd snuck out his eyes for a quick peep, hoping to determine the location of the man hunting him, but not a single bird could be seen anywhere. Yet he knew the fellow was surely now onto him. For all the loud noise he had made while jumping into the disappointing vehicle, there was no way his location was still secret.And he was right. When he returned his focus to the probably damaged vehicle, setting forth to give up all hopes on its resurrection and set focus on a new hope for an escape strategy, his long evaded nemesis soon held him
Back all the way in the crux of the special city of Caveliona, Haisley Bradbury rose up from her special bed of flowers in the usual bliss of high spirits. Her body was flawless and her skin unblemished, she shone with her flair in competition with the morning sun as she took elegant steps through the beautiful doorway.The room was lit by the red streams of the sun which took their colour from the large red curtain that they passed through, each of those sparkling rays of light flying past the half opened window in an heavenly haste to get a touch of reflection on Haisley's gracious beauty. The floor through which she walked was laced with roses all the way to the large bath tub, and even around the large steamy thing was a large garland of roses. Beside the tub stood two young girls, her maids, each one looking as heavenly as the other. They both bowed their heads in fearful respect of her presence. Ignoring their courtesies, Haisley slid into the hot tub which was filled with ste
Howard Swiss stood with a firm pose before a window, staring into its fine lines with a fixed gaze shooting towards the horizon. While his eyes shone a completely different reflection, putting into view an image of a raging fire burning just outside that wall of glass, his heart surged high with delirious rage.Dan walked up behind him, he had just dropped from a call. And as he approached the king of the street from behind, everyone else in the building could tell that he did not come with any good news."The girls looted every bit of the money. They stormed into the streets and made a run for it, carting away with weapons, golds and cash".As Dan stated to Howard Swiss the result of their recent backstabbing, the king of the street remained rooted in that spot. Not moving a finger, nor flinching a hair."And Dengerberd?" He finally asked, breathing out hot air in the process."Gone. Both him and Molina. They escaped in one of the cars of the den". Dan added another slice of salt to
Struck by the collapsing walls of a building, blown into the ground by such a massive explosion, and rendered half paralyzed and pinned into the earth, Hermes had thought that asides death, nothing more could strike him with a stronger force on this day. But it turned out that there was indeed something, and that Howard Swiss knew just the thing."Yes, boy. Your mother used to date the father of your enemy, Adam Bradbury. The wealthiest man on this day. They were the talk of the entire place, showing off their flirt skills with every single chance that they got"."No... You are lying..." Hermes could not believe any single word more that uttered away from that tongue of his. They all sounded like fried fables, a collection of falsehood, cooked and prepared by the chef filled hands of Swiss. For all it seemed, he was more than just a cook of eaten foods, but those lies of his were not edible."I know you know that it is true. Deep in your heart, you do. Every man your age grew up to ad
"I will count to three, and after that all you can be able to save will be his precious blood as it dries into the sand." Swiss threatened, presumably for the last time ever, sending a stare into Jack dean's eyes.Dan had the gun placed firmly at the boy's head, and Hermes had his head dropped in misery, entirelu5 unsure of what he should choose to do next."Three".The counting had started, and Swiss took his time with pleasure. "I do not know!" Jack repeated the very same words once again, and once again they did him no good nor his son. Their captors were in their most angry state at that moment, especially after what Mark Dengerberd had done to them and they were not eager to give any benefit of doubt nor any reason to his claims."Two".Swiss's voice came again, for the second time. Jack Dean punched the dust upon which he was put in paralysis, but that could do nothing to save his boy.Hermes watched as Tracie smiled with displaced lips, pushing her mouth to a side of her face.
"We already have you what you asked for? Why are you doing this?"Jack could not take it a bit more. Even with the glistening edge of the knife by his throat, he still struggled with his captor, putting his life on the line without much care for the damage.Swiss whistled again. He already told them the truth, his aim was fully bent on the treasure which lay far away in an unknown abode, hidden by his sister and placed in the farthest depths of darkness. It was the only reason he was doing all this, and Hermes knew at this point that he would do anything to have what he desired.The rings were only the key to the door or crypt or chest or whatever it was in which the treasure was kept, but without any knowledge of the location of those massive fortunes, the rings were only useless."Your wife has been quite a shadow to the long stretches of our eyes, surprisingly". Swiss said that either in praise or in suprise of Rachel's evasive ability. No one really thought she could be able to e
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,