"I thought I told you not to feel comfortable around me. But somehow, you followed me to this place?""Opps! Sorry for barging in, captain. I see you had it all under control." She moved away from him as he rejected her hand, rising up by himself."You should be grateful I saved your ass. If he had taken your life, I doubt you would rest in peace or even get to heaven." She declared, pointing at Razor who still rolled in pains in the sand. "His victims all end up in hell, I heard.""He's not that great.""Oh yes?! Tell it to the blood around your mortal neck.""You ever died by his hands? And you ended up in hell?" Hermes asked, disdained by her evaluation. But his question evoked a weird reception. Haisley halted to a stop, and gave a stare so cold to Hermes that he could feel the icy touch rubbing tentatively on his rigid heart.If only he had the slightest idea of the things she had gone through over the years, that question would not have found its way around his thoughts, not t
"What do you mean?"What was he saying? That the key to that immeasurable bulk of riches was right around his fingers? How could that be true? How would he even know? He wasn't the one who gave Hermes the ring."I know who gave you that ring. I know he told you that it is to protect you. But it is way more than that. More even than the gold you're looking for. This ring has a very tragic story right behind it's very existence."Hermes ruminated on his words. There were hard and confident, and they harbored a certain fear."I'm not looking for the gold", he said, his eyes reinforcing his speech. "I want to find my mother."Then, bending down before Bell and staring into his suspicious eyes, Hermes requested. "Do you know anything about her?"This might just end his endless search. If this man knew of his mother's whereabouts, gold or no gold, he would be the happiest man alive. He would lay low completely and forget about revenge. He would live in peace without a lover, but then with a
"And with this, I am glad to announce to this gracious gathering of elites, that DeHa, the foundation of the future, would soon to be a realization. In coalition with the best of men and the greatest of minds, we shall re-revolutionize the world and remodify its success."A wave of thunderous claps clouded the ears as Derek Bradbury completed his speech and exited the stage, rounding off the entire programme.And as he exchanged pleasantries with dignified notables, a voice recognized him from behind."Nice speech you dropped back there." It said, "I almost got convinced."Turning his head, Derek found a familiar figure walking in his direction. "Mark Dengerberd. It has been such a long time.""Yes yes, I have not seen much of you for a long time." Mark picked up a glass of wine from a passing tray. "But hear I did, Derek. I've heard so many things about you and my ears have grown tired.""Stories fly, Mark. True and false.""My sources are unrivalled, Derek. Information is why I rem
"Where... Where is Hermes?"Bell struggled to utter those words. He felt as weak as ever. Whatever he was poisoned with, he could feel that it was killing him. He could not deny it; Survival was now a long shot and his days had finally come to an end."He has gone in search of a cure for you. He will be back with it." Haisley consoled his hopes, a concerned look in her eyes as she stared down at the dying man, breathing hope into his face.But hope had faded into despair in Bell's heart."I don't think I can survive... I don't...""Shhhh." Haisley put a hand on his dying lips. "Don't say things like that. I believe in Hermes, he will walk in here with the antidote. And you will walk out from here hale and strong again."Her words were power and the way she said them, the way she stared into his eyes."Who... are you?"At this point, the question was inevitable. Who was this woman with him and why was she so calm and comforting?"I'm just a friend of Hermes who believes in him". She re
"That's all you need, young man. You can leave with it now, I pray that your friend is able to survive the deadly toxins of the purple lotus."Accepting the gem fruit from the old orchard man, Hermes beamed with a bow, expressing gratitude.Without wasting any more second, he turned back towards his car. He needed to get back to the hospital in time. He had promised to be back within an hour but forty minutes had gone already.Even though he was moving with a speed twice more than the legally allowed pace on the road, he was still not fast enough. But luckily for him, Caveolina hardly had any law in place anymore. So he could drive even faster on the journey back.On the way back, he thought about Bell and his unconcluded story. What could his mother have said to him on the day she called? Did it have anything to do with her location right now or the location of the much wanted treasure?Whatever that secret was, he knew he only had to reach the hospital again and cure the man. Then h
Hermes was indeed shocked to see that Razor was not dead. It came to him late, but now he could see it - Haisley had been tricking him all along."Of course she tricked the hell out of your smart ass! Why do you think I died so easily?"How could he not know? Hermes asked within himself."So you're alive". He muttered."You really thought she killed me? That's shameful. I was told you were hard to deceive." Letting out a loud laughter, Razor rushed at Hermes, his dagger ahead of him.Before Hermes could return the gesture to fight, he had to firstly push Diana away from the path of danger. And that took a toll on his stance as Razor took full advantage of it, throwing him onto a table after he was barely able to avoid the dagger strike. Their sudden fight and the immediate noise it created took the attention of the entire hospital by shock. The patients trembled at their corners as their illness doubled in magnitude. The nurses were scared too, with no understanding as to whatever wa
Standing above Razor's dead body, Hermes hoped he would not come back to life by any magic again. That he would just stay dead this time.But he needed not worry too much. Whatever miracle happened the first time, it was hardly possible now. This time, he made the stab by himself. And he made sure he felt the blade reach the deeper compartments of his heart, twisting and turning to ensure certain death. Also, he could perceive the smell of poison on the surface of the dagger. Surely, Razor was now gone forever, and nothing could bring him back.While he remained fixed over the dead body, a ring came from Razor's phone which was lying dead beside him.Picking it up, Hermes could recognize the voice he hated most in the world."Razor!" It said, "I hope you did a great job. If so, you can count yourself a free man now, and you have no reason to go back to prison. You'll also be rich, I'll make sure of it..."Derek would have continued to express his gladness at a job well done if Herme
The prison door opened, and in walked a man in fine clothes and dark glasses. Accompanied by none, he strolled towards the last end of the prison walkway. There was only one person in that cell at the farthest end."You finally come to visit". Andre coughed as the man stood before his cell, staring down at him while he sat as a monk would, anticipating the fellow's next actions.A guard came from nowhere and unlocked the door. Then this fellow entered, and assumes a similar posture with Andre as he finds a seat right in front of him."It has been a long time," the fellow began. "Everyone thinks you are dead".Andre sighs after staring for a while without nothing to say."After all these years, it baffles me how you found me here either.""I have reliable sources, with advanced technology"."Whatever", Andre said. "Did you bring anything with you?""Prisoners aren't allowed to drink."Andre nodded slowly at this statement, staring into the eyes of the person."Except you are not a priso
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,