Another man helped the assistant, gently lifting him to his feet. "Sir, are you okay?" he asked, putting up eyes that were wide with concern.Oliver winced as he tried to speak, his voice was hoarse and strained. "The secretary... they beat us," he managed to say, gasping with pain.The men exchanged glances, putting up expressions that were dark with anger and disbelief. "Let's get you to the car," one of them said firmly. "We need to get you out of here."They carefully guided Oliver and his assistant to the waiting cars, their support was the only thing keeping the two men upright. The parking lot, now felt like a safe haven from the brutality they had just endured.The men helped Oliver into the back seat of his car, where he slumped against the seat, with his body that was wracked with pain. His assistant was gently placed beside him, still clutching his side and breathing heavily.Oliver winced as he settled into the back seat, his body was hurting with every movement. He loo
The car pulled up to the grand Davidson mansion, its towering pillars and ornate gates were imposing against the bright sky. Oliver Darbë winced as he tried to sit up, the pain from his injuries made every movement of his very agonizing."Can you help me?" he asked the driver, with a voice that was barely above a whisper. The driver nodded, quickly getting out and coming around to open the back door.Carefully, the driver and the assistant helped Oliver out of the car. He leaned heavily on them, wincing with each step as they made their way up the mansion's long driveway. The front door opened before they reached it, and a manservant stepped out. His eyes widened at the sight of Oliver's battered form."Please, come in," the manservant said, hurrying to support Oliver on his other side. They guided him into the grand entrance hall, its marble floors and chandeliers were very much unlike the rough ordeal he had just endured."Where is Mrs. Davidson?" Oliver asked, his voice was str
The convoy of Harte Boer trucks rumbled down the highway, with their engines growling in the daytime. Each truck was like a giant fortress on wheels, loaded with heavy barrels of the verdant essence, the precious green liquid that everyone wanted. The convoy moved quickly, their headlights shone brightly, as they raced against time.Inside the lead truck, the leader of the group, Lars Van Der Meer, held a phone to his ear. His voice was rough but excited as he talked to Daniel Skoloß, the man organizing the secret auction."Mr Skoloß, we're making good time," Lars said, looking at the GPS on his dashboard. "We'll be at the meeting place within the hour. The barrels are safe."Mr Skoloß voice on the other end was calm and smart. "Great, Lars. This verdant essence will make us a lot of money. The buyers are ready and really want it."Lars smiled. "I've seen the numbers. This load could bring in billions. Everyone wants verdant essence, especially since it's harder to get."Mr Skoloß
The scruffy man straightened up, brushing the dirt off his torn clothes. He met Lars' gaze with a steady, determined look. "That doesn't matter," he said. "What matters is that you were warned, and you chose to ignore it. Now, your actions is going to put you at great risk."Lars took a step back, his mind was racing. He had never seen this man before, yet this man seemed to know everything about him and the secret mission they were on. His hands trembled slightly as he tried to process the situation."How do you know my name? How do you what do mean when you speak of me doing something that I was warned against huh?" Lars demanded, with his voice rising with a mix of fear and anger.The man gave a small, sad smile. "I know a lot of things, Mr. Van Der Meer. And I'm here to stop you before it's too late."Lars felt a chill run down his spine. This was no ordinary man. He took another step back, glancing around at the convoy and his men, who were now watching the scene with confusion
Inside the soundproof chamber, Lars Van Der Meer and Romeo Stormbreaker sat across from each other at a stainless metal table. The room was dimly lit, with harsh overhead lights casting sharp shadows on their faces. Surrounding them were numerous video cameras, with lenses that glinted ominously in the dim light, capturing every movement and expression.Despite the thick walls of the chamber, Lars could sense the presence of Romeo's men, whose eyes were glued to the monitors outside, vigilantly watching the silent exchange between the two former comrades.Romeo leaned forward, as his steely gaze never wavered from Lars. "Why did you do this, Lars?" he began, with a voice that was calm but laced with a hard edge. "Why did you decide to betray your country?"Lars met Romeo's eyes, putting up an unreadable expression. "I did it to provide for myself and my family after you dismissed me from the army," he said flatly.Romeo's eyes narrowed, his anger was barely contained. "You know the
Lars's eyes widened in shock as he realized what Romeo was talking about. He couldn't believe Romeo still remembered the Wrymkugel orb after all these years. The orb wasn't just any old object; it was a powerful and mysterious sphere, about the size of a grapefruit, with strange, swirling patterns on its shiny surface. It seemed to shimmer with different colors, like an oil slick in the light.The orb had a dark legend attached to it. People said that whoever held the Wrymkugel orb could cause chaos and destruction. By simply pointing their arm while holding the orb, they could unleash powerful forces, like creating explosions or tearing down walls. It was a tool of incredible power, and Lars had come across it many years ago when he was still part of a secret group that handled the country's most dangerous missions.Back then, Lars didn't fully understand what the orb could do, so he kept it hidden. He only stole the orb because it was Romeo's prized possession at the time.He th
Lars strained against the straps binding him to the chair, his muscles were tense and his veins were bulging in a desperate attempt to break free. The cold metal dug into his wrists, but the pain was nothing compared to the fear and rage boiling within him. He yelled at Romeo, with a voice that cracked with emotion, "Why involve my family? They're innocent!"Romeo's face remained impassive, though his eyes flickered with a dangerous light. "To get the truth out of you, of course," he said smoothly, with a tone that was almost mocking."I told you, I am not with your fucking orb," Lars said firmly, trying to maintain eye contact, though his voice wavered slightly.Romeo leaned in closer, scrutinizing Lars's face. He watched the subtle shifts in Lars's body, the way his eyes darted momentarily, the clenching of his jaw. It was all the confirmation Romeo needed. A cold smile spread across his face."You see, Lars, I am not afraid of ensuring that a bullet is planted in the head of each
The Harte Boers, descended from their armored vehicles with precision and swiftness. They moved like a well-oiled machine, their faces hidden behind masks and their eyes were focused and determined. As they approached the building that held Romeo and his men, they unleashed a torrent of gunfire, with their automatic weapons roaring in a chaotic symphony.Bullets shattered windows and riddled the walls, sending shards of glass and debris flying. The gunfire was intense and violent, cutting down multiple Mondosh soldiers who were caught off guard. The once-quiet base was now a battlefield, filled with the deafening sound of gunshots and the cries of the wounded.Francois Viljoen, the leader of the Harte Boers operation, stood tall amidst the chaos. His sharp eyes scanned the battlefield, taking in every detail. He barked orders to his men, with a voice that was calm but commanding. "RPGs to the main door! We need to breach it and get inside!" he shouted.A group of men quickly asse