The room Elijah brought them into was luxuriously decorated with golden sofas. On the walls hung a series of paintings framed in gold. Across from the entrance, there was a small shelf displaying thirteen military awards. John took note of the count. Elijah led them to the sofas, his bodyguards stationed at the door, which they closed once the three of them were seated. John scanned the room, searching for any clues or hints about why Elijah had suddenly taken an interest in him. It was unusual for a person of Elijah's status to show such curiosity, but nothing in the room provided any clear leads. Elijah broke the silence, his gaze unwavering on John, who widened his eyes at the mention of his mother, Lisa. Alice sat up straight, ready to react if needed, and John kept his gaze fixed on Elijah, trying to maintain a calm and expressionless demeanor. Reacting aggressively now might worsen the situation. "How did you know that?" John questioned. His father had never mentioned Elijah,
In the hotel room booked by Elijah. John stretched and yawned. There was a persistent beeping sound coming from the door to his hotel room. He found himself under a double blanket in a king-sized bed, the room shrouded in darkness, and two large A.C. units were running at maximum power. On the bedside counter, there was a single lit lamp, an open notepad with visible scribbles, a pen with its cap beside it, and at the far end, a landline telephone. The room was chilled, but underneath the blankets, John felt the warmth trapped by the bedding. He grunted when the beeping started again, determined not to get out of bed. After what felt like ten minutes, the beeping stopped, and John breathed a sigh of relief. He had begun to drift, his eyes heavy with sleep, and he welcomed the comfort that washed over him as he recognized the feeling. Then, the telephone by the bedside started to vibrate and ring. The sound made John sit up on the bed, the chill rushing over him, making his teeth ch
John looked around the almost empty room; it had been his father's office, the CEO's office. He sat in the main chair with his right leg raised on his left leg, observing Gladiator settling comfortably in an opposing seat, facing the room's entrance with his gun resting on his lap. John smiled, noting Alice's entrance, yet remained immersed in deep thought, finalizing his plans. The family was a significant name in both the underworld and the public eye. It was a dual existence, teetering on the edge with expenses in the millions, and he needed to control the volatility or risk being overwhelmed. He harbored no doubt that the Dark Arts were behind the attempted assassination. "Let's leave this place for now," Alice said. "You've made your statement to them, but I doubt they'll make any progress in their investigations." Gladiator stood up, glancing at John, awaiting a response. John nodded, and both of them followed Alice. They bypassed the main entrance, taking a concealed elevator
Alice's gaze chilled as she glanced at the men holding Jones at gunpoint. She observed the cars and the men surrounding them with a cool intensity. There was something in her eyes that cut Viper's laughter short.Viper felt there was more to the lady standing in front of him. He watched her assess them like a pack of lost wolf puppies. In his line of work, ladies didn't give that stare; he preferred his ladies screaming. He took a moment to glance at the guy behind her, John. He looked familiar, but that was it—a familiar John Doe. He ran his free hand through his balding head and turned the gun towards Alice. He left his boys to hold down Jones, trusting they'd shoot if he tried anything funny. He was aware of Vanessa now sobbing on the floor, but he wanted this one, the one with cold eyes, wanted her at his feet so bad he felt his throat dry."I think the pretty lady and her boyfriend don't understand the situation they're in," Viper half-laughed to himself, yet he received the same
The cars pulled out of the driveway in an orderly fashion. Shadow, who sat within the comfort of the shadow cast by the windows of his own car, looked pale. Sweat drops gathered on his eyebrow as he peered ahead at the Maserati leading the parade. His car blended with the rest of the gang's, riding behind him. He wondered if this was how they felt when being led around by him. He took three deep breaths to calm himself; with Alice's reputation for killing at first offense, he wouldn't put it past her to have them guarded. To pass the time, he turned to a men's magazine featuring sexy ladies in lingerie.John vibed to the music, nodding to the cool wind on his bald head. He instructed Alice to take a series of turns that led them deeper into the slum. They reached an old gray building with three supporting pillars, but only two were in good condition. The house seemed to sway to onlookers. In
A sleek black Maserati with Tony at the driver's seat approached a Villa with people moving around, exchanging greetings and flattery. There was a security guard in front of the gate directing cars to the parking space which was a wide lawn beside the villa. “That's him,” John called. He leaned forward at the back of the maserati and pointed at a man who held the waist of two blond ladies. Alice was seated beside Tony. Her legs were crossed and her left elbow rested on her doorside, looking out into the distance. Hearing John's statement, she turned her gaze to focus on the man as he entered the villa. Tony nodded. “I've been trailing him according to your request and found out that his resting place changes every night. It's like Spectre is careful that he does not remain in one place more than once.” “So why are we here?” Alice asked. The car pulled into a designated parking spot behind a dodge challenger. “This is an art auction that attracts those with deep pockets. I believe
The police arrived on the scene within a short notice, detaining John long enough to ask a series of unimportant questions. His fists were squeezed tight but he responded calmly, he wouldn't rage. Back in the car, John rode with his head resting on the window. Alice moved her mouth to speak but bit back her words.It was night-time when they arrived at home. “I'd be in my room,” John stated when the car pulled into the driveway. “Would you need anything? I could -” “No, that'd be all for today,” he said. Interrupting Alice's statement. “ I'll let you know if you're needed.” He left Alice staring at his retreating figure. John walked into his room and slumped into his chair, a laptop was in front of him with its screen on the homepage. The constant tapping sound of the keyboard was still ringing in the room when Alice eased herself into it. “Come, come, come. I need you to see this,” John said to Alice without peering his eyes away from the screen. “What's that?” she asked, po
Rita leaned back into her seat, she could taste iron on her tongue from the adrenaline rush. She felt the steady rise and fall of her chest and her tears were dry on her cheeks. Looking at the whiteness of the ceiling was like staring at a blank slate. Her blank canvas.“I choose to save, protect and guide them,” she said aloud, more to herself than to John who leaned in and watched her with intent. “To that end,” she continued, sitting up to meet John's gaze with a hard stare. “I'd help you in your quest.”John smiled. “If I do find out that you're playing a funny game -” “It'd be my life,” Rita interrupted. “That's about it.” John relaxed back into his seat and nodded. “Yeah, you're smart.” He said and clapped his hands three times. The door behind him creaked open and Gladiator walked through, progressing toward Rita with a bag he pulled over her head. The next time it was removed, they were in a yellow taxi, the familiar one she glimpsed once at an uncompleted building. She lo