The sterile hospital atmosphere seemed to stretch time as Logan waited alongside the young man, and the two who had brought him there. The boss, lying motionless on the hospital bed, showed no signs of waking up anytime soon, casting a cloud of uncertainty over the situation.Growing increasingly uneasy, Logan finally spoke up. "Look, I appreciate whatever you guys think you're doing here, but I've got important things to attend to. If the old man doesn't want to wake up, that's his business. I need to leave."The young man, Franklin regarded Logan with a sympathetic expression. "I understand your concern, but it's not that simple. The boss, he's sick. Time might not be on his side."Logan's frustration peaked. "Sick? What do you mean sick? And why did he want me here?"Sam, one of the men who had brought Logan to the hospital, stepped forward. "The boss has his reasons, and I'm sure he'll explain when he can. But right now, he's not in the best shape."Logan sighed, torn between impa
Leaving the canteen, Logan felt a surge of accomplishment. The weight of managerial responsibility rested on his shoulders, and the prospect of shaping the canteen's future fueled his determination. As he stepped into the bustling street, the vibrant city seemed to share in his triumph.His elation, however, was interrupted by the buzzing of his phone. Daniel's name lit up the screen, and Logan answered with a grin, "Hey, Daniel, what's up?"Daniel's voice crackled through the phone, "Logan, you around? I thought we could catch up. The usual bar?"Logan, still riding the high of his recent success, replied, "Absolutely. I just finished something big. I'll be there in no time."With plans to celebrate forming in his mind, Logan hailed a taxi to take him to the bar where he and Daniel often hung out. Little did he know, strange movements caught his attention as the taxi navigated through the city.Through the rearview mirror, Logan noticed a group of men exhibiting peculiar behavior. Th
The bar buzzed with confusion as Carter's dad, Tony, inquired about Logan's whereabouts. The patrons exchanged uncertain glances, refusing to divulge any information. Tony's goons, sensing the tension, began to intimidate the crowd, attempting to force them into cooperation.Amidst the escalating chaos, the bar's owner, a sturdy man with a no-nonsense demeanor, emerged from his office. He sternly warned about calling the police, causing a hush to fall over the room. Recognizing Tony, he called out, "Tony! What the hell is going on here?" Tony, holding up a picture of Logan, explained his search. The bar owner, a wily character who had crossed paths with Tony before, smirked and teased, "You're after that scrunchy little boy? You really ought to pick better company, Tony." Tony, suspicious yet determined, retorted, "He's the one who hurt my son and his friends. I need to find him and make him understand that no one hurts my family."The bar owner, feigning ignorance, acknowledged tha
Logan's eyes widen, the gravity of the situation sinking in. "What the hell are you talking about?" he retorts, a mix of disbelief and anger in his voice.Carter's dad chuckles darkly. "I suggest you believe me, Logan. You have five hours to get here, or your friend will pay dearly. And don't think about involving the police or anyone else. You wouldn't want to risk Daniel's life, would you?"The line goes silent, leaving Logan with a racing heart. As he attempts to reason further, Carter's dad abruptly interrupts, "No more talking. See you in five hours, or your friend suffers the consequences."Logan responded saying, "ofcourse, i won't play mind games with evil people," while Carter's dad laughed saying, "you'll tell me who you're calling evil when you get here."The call ends, leaving Logan stunned, lost in his thoughts about what to do next. The taxi driver interrupts his racing thoughts, "Hey buddy, where to? You haven't told me your destination yet."Logan, still shaken by the
Logan's world spun in slow motion as he was thrown off the third-floor rooftop, the chair he was tied to twisting in the air. The city lights blurred, and gravity seemed to have its own sinister agenda as it pulled him mercilessly towards the ground below.His scream echoed in the night, the rush of wind drowning out all other sounds. The descent felt eternal, his mind racing through fragmented thoughts. Then, in the midst of the chaos, he noticed large barrels below. Liquid sloshed inside them, and fear gripped Logan as he realized the perilous nature of his impending impact.Time warped as gravity twisted him, pulling him towards the ground. Logan desperately wished to avoid the sharp corners of the barrels, a silent prayer escaping his lips. However, fate had other plans. The chair struck the barrels, breaking on impact and freeing the ropes that bound him.Everything went crazy with wood breaking, metal crashing, and him smacking into a barrel filled with liquid. He gasped as the
Carter's dad, dismissive and arrogant, responded, "I asked if you all were up for this job before we came here. It's your conscience messing with you. Let him come. We'll deal with him when the time comes."Logan's eyes widened as he saw Daniel's dad nearing his car, an unsettling realization settling in. The time for hesitation had passed; he had to act swiftly. With a silent exhale, Logan steeled himself, drawing upon the reservoirs of strength that life's trials had bestowed upon him."I've faced worse," he muttered to himself, a mantra to drown out the nagging doubts echoing in his mind. He recalled that the system had rewarded him with the strength of three men, as a memory flashed of him beating adversaries at an illegal fight club, standing triumphant against Carter's friends, and overcoming countless obstacles.In the shadows, Logan motivated himself forward, the night enveloping him like a cloak. The voices in his head grew louder, discouraging him from moving further and war
Logan and Daniel rested on the cold steps of the burnt factory, the night embracing them with an eerie quiet. Breaking the silence, Logan spoke, "I love the atmosphere here. It's so peaceful man."Daniel, looking around at the charred remnants, raised an eyebrow. "Peaceful? Logan, this place caught fire years ago. Can't you see the traces? It's probably haunted."Logan nodded, his eyes scanning the skeletal structure. "I see it, but I wonder... were people burnt here too?"Daniel's expression shifted, a mix of contemplation and discomfort. "Man, that's a dark thought."Logan sighed, leaning back against the burnt wall. "Yeah, I guess."The conversation lingered in the air, the weight of their experiences casting a somber shadow. After a moment, Logan straightened up. "We better get going. No vehicles have passed, and Carter's dad won't just let us walk away, he would return with reinforcement."Daniel nodded, the gravity of their situation settling in. "Alright, let's go. Even if it m
In his dimly lit room, Tony pulled out his phone, his expression a mixture of frustration and determination. Scrolling through his contacts, he found the number he sought. With a deep breath, he pressed the call button.The voice on the other end picked up after a few rings. "Tony, it's been a while. What can I do for you?"Tony, choosing his words carefully, responded, "I've got a job for you."There was a slight pause on the other end, then a hint of skepticism. "Tony, I thought you'd hung up the cloak and dagger routine. What happened to turning over a new leaf?"Tony's voice remained steady. "I've got one job. Are you in or not?"The guy on the line sighed, relenting. "Alright, Tony. What's the job?"Tony leaned back in his chair, staring into the distance. "I want you to track someone for me. His name's Logan."A note of surprise colored the guy's voice. "Logan? I thought you'd left that world behind. What's he got to do with anything?"Tony, choosing not to delve into the detail