The sirens blew all through the night. The flashes of colourful lights took rapid turns in shining all around the house. Yellow ropes stretched over its entire landscape, darkened with the popular inscription, "Crime Scene!!"At every turn in every direction, there was a person or two in police uniform, all spread out in the hopes of gathering evidence for what seemed to be more than just a break in."High pitch breakthrough device, one of the last inventions of the twenty-first century. Programmed to demolish huge walls as thick as polonite". A man said, holding up a remnant of Bob's several explosives. "Whatever happened here is high level crime.""Whoever did it is an expert, Detective Sniff. Highly trained". Replied the man standing by his side who seemed to be an assistant.The detective replied with a stare as cold as ice that the assistant could feel his heart freeze for that moment. He edged closer to him, hovering his face over his and putting a hand on his chest."Whoever di
"How did it happen?""I don't know... Haisley came by saying she had to speak with Jack. He was not at home so I ringed him, and he sounded weird.""Weird...?""Get her out of the house! She is dangerous! He kept screaming." Rachel said. "He also said one thing...""What is it?" Asked Hermes. "She is not an Henshaw".A short silence followed and Hermes understood how dire a situation he had found himself in at that moment."She is not your sister?" Rachel's voice came again, demanding for a response."No, she is not"."She used to be your girlfriend?""Until she broke up with me and got married to the man who locked me in prison. That is an old story, Rachel. We don't have much time left".True. It was only a matter of ample time before the police detectives traced him into that place. And that would mean disaster for all his plans."Was that the last time you spoke with your husband?""It was the last time...""Did he tell you anything else?" Hermes pushed further."Like what?""Gol
Hermes looked on from above a certain sky rise building just a few thousand metres away as the police searched fruitlessly for him. When they were tired of looking everywhere, they turned back to the only suspect they could set their eyes on - Diana."I don't know anything. I mean it!" She got arrested anyway, no one cared for the words of defense that came from her mouth. Hermes knew he had to save her soon. He had promised her a safer life when he took her out of that hospital. When he told her she would find a better life out of Caveliona, he never had the four walls of a prison in mind. Being an exconvict himself, he knew how hard it was to cope beneath that darkness of hell, especially for a woman like her.The plan was only to distract the police while he (Hermes) made his way unnoticed into the van. It was a certainty that she would get arrested but even in the light of that, he had no made up plans to get her out of police custody.Twillight Police, though corrupt, was not as
"So Miss Tyanna, it is only for your own good if you tell us who it is that put you up to do this. It is the only thing that may save you from here, a name"."Well, I do not know his name." She replied, struggling to keep a straight face. Even if she was able to pretend so much, Detective Sniff had not been known to get deceived easily."You work for someone without knowing his name, how dumb do you think the police is?""It is totally possible, detective. Even right now, you have me in custody but you don't know my name".What was she going on about now? The detective wanted to check her name written below the cluster of files before him, but that would only prove her right."Of course, I know your name, woman. And I just said it a few seconds ago so don't be playing games with me, Tyanna".Mark interjected. "Hmm, detective. It is Dianna"."You see", the young lady giggled. "I am not the only one in those shoes"."Well, Diana or Tyanna, the bottomline is you most probably took part i
"This has nothing to do with him", she said, trying to wave away the influence of her mistake."You mean the name you just mentioned? I could say it has pulled some strings." Sniff turned to Rachel. "Mrs Dean, is that name something you have heard of before? Someone you know who might really actually be connected to this case? Do you know this person?"Rachel thought for a while. She did not want to involve Hermes in all of this, because he was the only person that she could trust. Even more than the police. Mentioning his name this early might put the safety of her husband and son in jeopardy."Do you know this person?" Sniff's cranky voice called at her again, eager for a reply."No, detective." She said, with a swallow of her voice. "Then why did you seem intrigued to hear that name initially?""I may have heard my husband mention the name once or twice before. But I have no physical knowledge of this person"."Hmmm..." The detective pulled his long hairy beard in a bid to ruminate
It was a blustery evening, and the events of the streets of fire had boiled down to the most popular event of Crescent.With the moon taking her place slowly among the entities of the sky, and with her crescent shape in perfect fit with the resplendence of the evening, the cars stood ready in long lines as their engines revved with promise. The noise of the cars was overwhelmed with that of the crowd, as they yelled their favourites riders to victory.A girl strode before the vehicles, holding a little gun in her thin lovely arms. Her red bandeau rhymed with the colour of her hair, and her short skirtie shined perfectly to the lights of the cars, jumping up in response to the blowing wind in a bid to capture the focus of every eye.She walked past the cars, one by one, step by step, with her stylish steps so engrossing and her movement so intriguing that even the battle ready riders could feel her energy. "Ready!" She said, and her voice was daunting enough to fuel the tank in each c
The Twillightoria airport was on its usual buzz as it was on days like this, loud and busy. The roaring sound of the large bird could be heard as it came to rest on the ever ready run ways.The passengers came marching down, and one stood out among them. The very person whose arrival was most anticipated, striding in his usual almost flawless manner.Haisley walked towards him with a face marked with delight even though she struggled to hide the glint of shame which struck her heart with downcast."Hey!" She called, appearing before him."There you are", he replied with a dark voice. There was no smile on his face, neither did he wear a frown.Before he could think about her disappointing effort to retrieve the hidden gold, she locked him in a juicy hug and gave a nasty bite to his ear."Welcome back", she said. "I hope you came with a plan".She withdrew to look into his eyes, her hands still clung around him. And that was when he emitted a smile, thus confirming her expectations.It
His eyes opened slowly. He could feel a heavy weight still persisting somewhere in his brain, making his head hurt. At the same time, he could feel extreme lightness in his head.He was sitting on a chair, hard and wooden. He could sense the smell of smoke coming all the way from somewhere, and he could hear loud noises ringing in the farthest depths of his brain.Forcing those two eyes open, a familiar figure was right before him in a similar position as his. Strapped to the chair with ropes so thick, and barely unconscious."Jack?" Hermes managed to utter, but the words were too faint to get to the man. He tried to move, but he could feel his hands held in place behind him, tightly bound together by a strong hold.Then the noises came again, this time in the form of a continuous thunderous rumble, rising and lowering with an irregular pattern. Then he knew the noise was not from his head, but from above.He looked up, examining the form of the roof below which they were being held.