Romeo reached the threshold of the house, his senses were hyper-alert, his every movement purposeful. "You have a car?" he asked, turning back to face Helen with urgency in his eyes."Yes, I have, it is in the garage," Helen replied, as her voice was strained with worry. Without a moment's hesitation, she hurried to the garage, fumbling with the keys to unlock the door before rushing inside."Come on in," she called out to Romeo, as her voice tinged with a sense of urgency.Romeo followed quickly, cradling Helen's mother securely in his arms as he made his way to the garage. Helen stood by her Lexus vehicle, and with a gentle nod from Romeo, Helen opened the back door of the car, gesturing for him to carefully place her mother on the backseat. With practiced ease, Romeo laid her down, ensuring she was as comfortable as possible given the circumstances.As Romeo moved to the front seat, Helen slid into the driver's seat, her heart racing with a mixture of fear and determination. Wi
Romeo's nostrils flared with indignation, his fists trembling with suppressed fury as he took a step forward, ready to challenge the imposing men barring their way.But before he could speak, Helen stepped forward, her voice trembling with emotion as she pleaded with the guards. "Please sirs, my mother is unconscious at the moment, and she could die any minute. Please, let us in so they can attend to her."Her words hung in the air, her desperation was evident as she implored the guards to show mercy in their time of need.One of the men stepped forward, and his expression stern and unwavering. "The commissioner of works is inside this ward, and as such, we are here to ensure his security and to ensure that he is not disturbed. You would take your mother out of our sight this minute, or you are going to do nothing but force our hands to do something drastic."Helen's heart sank at his words, the seriousness in his tone and what it meant weighed heavily upon her. She glanced at Romeo,
As Romeo burst through the shattered doorway of Emergency Ward 7, every head inside snapped towards him, and in an instant, eyes widened in sheer disbelief. Nurses and doctors paused, with medical instruments in hand, their mouths agape as the towering figure of Romeo marched purposefully through the chaos, carrying the frail body of Helen's mother on his shoulders. The sounds of monitors beeping and the sterile smell of antiseptic were stark against the sudden intrusion of raw, unbridled desperation.Romeo moved with a fierce determination, his every step resonating across the suddenly silent ward. However, locating an unoccupied hospital bed which was the only one in the ward, Romeo gently lowered Helen's mother onto the crisp white sheets, her condition starkly juxtaposing the relatively calm atmosphere of the ward.No sooner had he ensured her comfort than his attention snapped to the corner of the room, where a seemingly inconsequential medical procedure was taking place. The
The commissioner's fingers trembled at his unlocked phone. What greeted his eyes sent a jolt of pure terror coursing through his veins. The screen illuminated with an email that was bold and unmistakable, bearing the subject line: "UPON THE ORDERS OF HIS MAJESTY GENERAL ROMEO STORMBREAKER, YOU ARE HEREBY DISMISSED FROM OFFICE OF COMMISSIONER OF WORKS WITH IMMEDIATE EFFECT."As the commissioner's gaze scanned the words, his breath hitched in his throat, and a strangled gasp escaped his lips. Horror etched itself into every line of his face, his eyes widening in disbelief as the implications of the message sunk in. It was as though the ground had fallen away beneath him, leaving him suspended in a void of despair and uncertainty. The weight of his dismissal pressed down upon him like a crushing weight, leaving him reeling with shock and disbelief.Others in the ward glanced his way, and their curiosity was piqued by the commissioner's sudden distress. However before they could inqu
The next day found Romeo stepping into the ring at the bustling Fisticuffs Arena, as his mind was a tumultuous blend of anger and determination. The arena was alive with noise; the crowd's shouts and cheers reverberated off the walls, creating a chaotic symphony of anticipation and excitement. Facing him across the ring was Pain Muss, a fighter of average height but endowed with a savage look that belied his stature. His eyes burned with an intensity that matched the ferocity of his reputation.As the bell rang, the clash between the two was immediate and fierce. Pain Muss moved with a brutal grace, his every strike precise and powerful. But Romeo, eager to prove a point, countered the blows with equal ferocity, his moves a blend of technique and raw power.The crowd roared louder, feeding on the intensity of the match. The air was thick with the smell of sweat and the sound of fists against flesh. Midway through a heated exchange, Pain Muss managed to land a devastating right ho
"If you are looking for an extra hand for your stupid gang war, count me out," Romeo said, his voice firm with resolve. "The only thing I owe you is the Fisticuffs Fiesta. I am not going to be one of your goons."Don Frago's smile was chillingly calm. "Everybody out, I need some time alone with Romeo," he instructed.The healer and Don Frago's men exchanged glances, silently acknowledging the seriousness of the situation. Without a word, they filed out of the makeshift medical center, leaving Romeo alone with Don Frago.As Don Frago approached Romeo, his footsteps echoed with purpose, each step was a silent declaration of intent. His gaze, steady and penetrating, bore into Romeo's eyes, seeking to break through the barriers of defiance. With measured movements, he closed the distance between them, his presence casting a shadow over the room."Don't even try to convince me, it would not work," Romeo stated firmly, as his voice was laced with a steely resolve."Romeo, I know what you
After ending the call with Lieutenant General Thompson, Romeo swiftly slipped his phone back into his pocket. Inside the cramped confines of the makeshift medical center, he reached into the aged wooden closet, pulling out a worn leather jacket that creaked softly as he slipped it over his shoulders. His movements were quick and precise, a mirror of the mental preparation he was undergoing. Next, he put on his pair of dark jeans and sturdy boots.Beneath the jacket, Romeo carefully tucked the cold, heavy gun into the waistband of his trousers, ensuring it was concealed yet accessible. A final check in the cracked mirror by the door confirmed he was as ready as he would ever be.Stepping outside, the air was thick with the tension of the impending night's events. The Fisticuffs Arena loomed large and ominous, its walls echoing with the distant cheers of an oblivious crowd. Now outside, Don Frago and his entourage stood a few yards away, silhouetted against the flickering lights o
Romeo reclined on Helen's bed, his bare torso illuminated by the soft glow of the bedside lamp. With a satisfied grin, he tapped his phone, initiating a call with Lieutenant General Thompson."Hey, lieutenant," Romeo greeted in a low tone, his voice smooth yet charged with anticipation. "Got a minute?"Lieutenant General Thompson's voice crackled through the phone. "It's lieutenant General." Thompson didn't sound too pleased. "And of course, Romeo. What can I do for you?"Romeo leaned back against the pillows, with his eyes gleaming with curiosity. "Remember those trucks our guys intercepted? The ones that were transporting weapons to the Harte Boer weapons depot?""Yeah, I remember," Lieutenant General Thompson replied, his tone was serious. "We managed to salvage quite a haul from those trucks. What do you need to know my prince?"Romeo's interest piqued. "Details, Thompson. I want to know exactly what we're dealing with here.""Okay my prince, so among the inventory recovered are