The man bulged in sweats from the peak of his half shaved head to the tip of his big sized toes. His chest protruded massively with each of his heavy breaths as he proceeded towards them.Hermes did not recognize his face, he had never seen this man before. "You are not Dan", he murmured as the man stopped a few inches from them."Of course he is not Dan", Dengerberd replied, sounding more familiar with the figure before their eyes. "He is Tyrax."Tyrax snarled and spoke to Hermes's two companions. "The king thought that he had been betrayed by someone in the inner circle. But I am guessing he never imagined that the traitor would be you, Mr Dengerberd".Mark Dengerberd scratched his hair as if he was looking for the right thing to say in reply to Tyrax's assertion. "Well, it is not my fault that he sees me capable of nothing else asides throwing away all I have into his deep greedy pockets"."And you, Molina", Tyrax stared next at the beauty standing right next to Dengerberd. "You a
The pictures in that room were strikingly full of suprises. Hermes had ignored them at first when he saw them carefully racked and placed on the table because of the urgency of the situation at hand. But now as he lay weak and wasted on the bare floor, struggling to pull himself back up, he could feel his senses slowly deciphering the several details that stuck on the walls and the floor of the house.One of those pictures was lying directly under his face when he heard Tracie's voice saying to Tyrax "Not so fast, Dude. You can't do that yet"."The king gave me orders. He said I kill him and everyone with him". The now famliar cold brutal voice replied, sounding quite determined."The king will not be pleased to hear that you killed Mark Dengerberd and his lovely Molina.""They are traitors...""Yes, I know. They are. Which is why the king is about to get even richer. Don't you get it? Brains, Tyrax. Brains. Not every single face off like this ends with the spill of blood".It seemed
"Are you threatening me now, bitch?""Take it as a light warning". She replied with the most insultive demeanour. Tyrax could not just let it slide. "I just hope you are right. Or when you are wrong and I have to kill him, you might go dead with him".But he did let it slide.And Hermes felt a little disappointed. He had hoped for the tension to lead to a climax. A clash between the two would lead to serious damage to both sides, both physically and to the objective of their mission. Hermes would have little to do when they would have each exhausted their strengths in fighting one another.Hermes had been terribly weak some moments ago, but now he could feel a new surge of strength suddenly building up within him. Perhaps it was due to the fact that he had uncovered a deep secret which he could never had guessed.Realizing that two of the men whom his mystery had circled around in the past three years were in fact direct relatives to his mother was enough to wear away every sign of
The king marched out in style, his men behind him. His car stood out among the long line of lit looking vehicles which arranged at the side of the road.His watch dangled on his wrist, the same watch which he had been wearing since he was eighteen years of age. The same watch which he had on his wrist in that old family picture. For some many years, he had kept it dear to himself.As he approached the SUV, the door was pulled open by one of his men. Sliding into the interior, he found that his other person was already in the car waiting for him."I see you are back already". Swiss said as he took his seat in the back."I came as soon as I saw your message. I expected Hermes to be a problem, but I did not think he could ever find the old house. I take the blame, someone must have seen me enter through that door."Swiss took a long hard look at him for a while, then he released a sigh."What about Tracie?" He inquired once more."I sent her ahead." Dan replied."And the woman? Have you
The steps approached the table, slowly but progressively. In a matter of time, the table rug would be shifted and Lin would soon find her at her hiding place. Diana could hear her heart screaming hard beneath her chest."I told you!" It probably was saying in despair but she could not pay attention to its grievances. It didn't matter how much they both regretted, nothing could be done in repentance to save them the punishment of their sins.Of all the people who had ever worked and who still worked for her family, Lin was the most loyal to her father. If she found her trying to leave the house in the middle of the night, then she could be certain that her father would know about it by the time morning came.Ms Lin was now at her closest to the dining table and Diana could see her legs bend into a squat. Her hands were probably already on their way to push aside the fabric that covered every edge of the table.Diana closed her eyes and counted the seconds. Nothing could stop the futur
Diana found her way lightly through the night. The streets of Twillightoria were not exactly safe at times as dark as this, but she was determined to make it to her destination.She had never had the privilege of these outings even when she was a curious teenager in high school. Her parents always kept her indoors while her mates partied and clubbed for the most part of the nights.Even if she ever attended a few parties, it would be those ones without the luxury of alcohol and with most of their participants mostly made up of adults and married people. That was the sort of life she lived, the sort of live she grew up with.But even as unfamiliar as she was with the dark streets, using the map on her phone, she could tell she was heading in the right direction. Finally, the little restaurant was within the view of her eyes as she came out into the edge of a new street.She proceeded slowly from there, taking her steps one after the other. By the time she was close enough, she could re
"Who did she kill?" Rachel sent her hands over the table and grabbed Diana by his wrist. "An old man. Hermes only called him Bell." Diana tried to reply, struggling to endure the pain inflicted by Rachel's tight grasp.Judging from Rachel's expression, Diana deducted that the name Bell was not strange to her. And it looked like she was trying to remember something. And later she whispered something. "Mrs Henshaw once said she would call Bell during the acquisition. It has to be the same person.""Mrs Henshaw? Who is that?" Diana put in a question."She is Hermes's mom", the reply came but rather in an unconscious manner. And Diana found it astounding."His mom? You know his mom? Then why do you ever need me?""Because I thought you were another skillful agent just like Mrs Henshaw herself. How am I supposed to know that you would be this useless?" The reply was cold and brutal, piercing into Diana's heart like the sharp edge of an ice blade."I am not useless", she said, but unable
Diana gulped a mouthful of her own spit. She did not imagine ever having to race aimlessly around the middle of nowhere at night. Or having her tail in between her legs in fear of death in the coldness of the night like this, and neither did she imagine a brutal fate in the hands of some unknown strangers.All that was about to happen now."Are you ready?" She heard Rachel's voice say to her. But she could barely reply before she felt the cold grasp of her companion on her soft wrist."Let us go, now." Rachel said. "The longer we stay, the graver the danger".With cold stiff feet, she rose from her position and slowly followed Rachel closely. As they took their careful steps, she could see the side glances on the faces of those men. Each of the men took a sudden interest in their little walk down the aisle of dangers, and stole a glance at them every single now and then."One... two... three..."She counted in her heart, or rather her heart counted for her. Soon she lost count, and