Logan, still feeling the strain of his injuries, grumbled, "Fine, I'll get the damn money, but I'm not giving you my card and pin. I'll make a transfer."But Baton, leaning against the wall, raised an eyebrow. "Trust issues, Logan?"Logan shot back, "You're not exactly Mr. Trustworthy, Baton."Baton chuckled, "Fair enough. But if we're gonna work together, we need some trust here. Besides, if I wanted to swindle you, I could've done it when you were unconscious."Logan, crossing his arms, retorted, "Can't trust a criminal Baton."Bit Baton smirked, "We're all criminals here, Logan. But I get it. You still need some convincing."Logan hesitated but eventually sighed, "Fine. Take the damn card, the pin is 4020."Baton nodded responding, "Deal."Later in the day, a guy dressed as a pizza delivery man showed up at the compound. Logan's new bodyguards, T-bone and Pete, intercepted him. "We didn't order pizza," T-bone growled. "Get lost already."The pizza man, trying to persuade them, resp
As Logan managed to board a taxi, the sunlight outside intensified, making his head spin. Despite the discomfort, he dialed Sam's number, who directed him to the ward where his grandfather was supposed to be kept. Upon arrival, Logan found Sam seated, looking genuinely glad to see him. Sam urged him to seat, and Logan, almost ready to complain again, played along, feigning surprise at the situation."How could he be kidnapped if you had security watching over him Sam?"Sam, on the verge of yelling at Logan, snapped, "Stop acting like you're his grandson! Okay? The test results confirmed it – you're not."Logan, maintaining his act, replied, "Okay, the test results confirmed it and I was never interested in the family. But how can our plan work without Mr Clarkson? Besides, I don't want to die in poverty."Sam, somewhat relieved, assured Logan, "Relax. The security team will be back shortly. We'll check the CCTV footage, and everything will make sense."True to Sam's words, the securit
Logan, playing along with Sam, casually inquired, "So, who are these board members you're talking about?"Sam assured him saying, "Don't worry, Logan. I'll send you their pictures and all the details. Just relax."After ending the call with Sam, Logan promptly dialed Baton's line, sharing the latest development. Baton, always one step ahead, advised him to send the information once he received it and as they concluded the call, Sam delivered a set of photos of the board members he mentioned earlier and a text message below, urging Logan to memorize their faces.Logan wasted no time and forwarded the pictures to Baton, hoping for any insights he might have. Shortly after, Baton called him back, emphasizing the importance of staying informed. "You see, Logan, this is why you should keep me posted. These are the neutral members from the board who are likely to oppose Mr. Patrick. From the look of this, it seems like Sam and Mr. Patrick are working together."Logan, processing the informa
In Baton's makeshift headquarters, Logan confronted Baton's goon, seeking Baton's whereabouts."Where's Baton?" He asked as the young man responded saying, "Follow me, he's in the computer room."The goon guided him to a room filled with computers, where Baton and two other guys where engrossed in the operation."What's going on here, Baton?" Logan asked as Baton swiftly responded."Keep your voice down Logan. Follow me."As they headed out of the room, Logan inquired about Baton's intentions and plans.Baton responded saying, "those dudes are tracing Mr. Patrick's phone. So I couldn't afford you to distract them."Logan was about to reply when Gregg approached, notifying Baton that the prodigy had already hacked it. The team regrouped, and the Indian hacking expert shared that Mr. Peterson had just ordered pizza nearby – an ideal opportunity for Baton to strike. Baton agreed, as he explained their plan to Logan mentioning that they would infiltrate in disguise as delivery personnel,
Baton, along with his goons, cruised through the daytime streets, anticipation hanging thick in the air. Their destination was the restaurant where Mr. Patrick, the suspected puppet master, had ordered from. As they neared, the tension inside the vehicle escalated."What if the main delivery guy has already gone? We're screwed," one of Baton's colleagues voiced the shared concern.Baton shot a determined look. "We'll have to hope he hasn't. Stay focused, everyone."Moments later, a young man emerged from the restaurant, securing his delivery bag over his shoulder. Baton and his crew observed intently, hoping he was the right guy. The vehicle quietly followed him, maintaining a discreet distance, navigating the streets under the glaring daylight.The short ride ended at a nondescript building. As the young man exited his bike, Baton and his crew swiftly exited their vehicle, positioning themselves strategically. The delivery guy now headed to the building, now with a box in hand, ready
Baton's voice echoed in the background, "I guess we'd have to torture the shit out of him."As Logan seethed, realizing the precarious situation. "Baton, do whatever you have to, but please don't kill him."Baton, unyielding, threatened, "If that's what it takes, we'll do it."Infuriated, Logan retaliated, "If you do, I'll make sure the police come after you!"Baton quickly chuckled, his tone more relaxed. "Relax, Logan. I'm just kidding. We'll handle it smoothly."Logan, somewhat reassured, replied, "Good. Just get the information we need."As they ended the call, a sudden intrusion disrupted Logan's thoughts. The system's robotic voice echoed in his head, issuing a new directive."New task Mr Logan. Host must expose Mr. Sam's dirty secret to inherit every share of Mr. Clarkson's property."Logan, taken aback, muttered to himself, "What kind of task is this? I thought I was inheriting it anyway."He found the task stupid but the prospect of gaining every share of his grandfather's pr
The cab rumbled through the city streets, weaving its way towards the Jizzy Bar, its neon lights shimmering in the night. Inside the cab, Martinez and Big Benny exchanged glances, both surprised by Logan's unexpected destination.Martinez couldn't contain his shock as he quickly informed his boss, Sam. "Boss we followed him, he's heading to the Jizzy Bar. Who knows what he's doing there?"Sam's voice crackled through the phone, a hint of surprise in his tone. "The Jizzy Bar? What's he doing there? Keep an eye on him, and let me know what's going on."As the cab pulled up near the Jizzy Bar, Martinez and Big Benny entered, attempting to blend in with the crowd. Sam's orders echoed in their minds, urging them to observe Logan closely. The Jizzy Bar buzzed with activity, and Logan, surrounded by his friends from the canteen, seemed to revel in the lively atmosphere.At one point, Martinez pulled out his phone, aiming to record Logan and his friends. Big Benny, noticing the move, swiftly
In the dimly lit alley of Crescent Street, Logan's day at the canteen had left him with a nagging suspicion that Sam might be watching his every move. Despite Daniel's well-intentioned advice to curb his frequent drinking, Logan pressed on with his objective, heading towards the casino for an appointment with Jace, a fellow canteen employee.As he strolled down the dimly lit street, he noticed the familiar vehicle he had spotted earlier before getting the tip off that Sam was watching him, parked ominously ahead. The streetlights within the area casted long shadows, and Logan's senses heightened with the realization that danger lurked nearby. Instinctively, he decided to retreat, turning back towards the brighter part of the street he had come from.However, the ominous vehicle made a swift U-turn, its engine growling to life as it started moving towards him. Panic set in, and Logan began to run, wondering what orders Sam had given to the shadowy figures now closing in on him. The veh