"Nice one, Sam," and similar sentences echoed from the board members in response to Sam's reply.Logan, on his way home, sensed a particular vehicle tailing him, even after he boarded a taxi. As he settled inside, his phone buzzed, and Baton's name appeared on the screen.Logan answered, "Hey, Baton, what's up?"Baton greeted, "Not much, Logan. Just thought I'd let you know, got a lead on something. Swing by my place when you can."Logan sighed in response, "Can't do that right now, Baton. I think I'm being followed."Baton chuckled, "You? Followed? I'm pretty she you can handle it, Logan. My boys and i were pros and yet you handled us like we weren't a threat. You got this.""I'm not sure about this, Baton," Logan replied.But Baton laughed suddenly, "Come on, man, be your own hero. I'll be waiting for ya."Baton hung up quickly, before Logan could utter his next sentence. Determined, he motivated himself quickly. "I can handle this," he muttered, instructing the cab driver to drop hi
Baton explained, "There's something bigger going on, and I need to get information from him. He's not in the loop, but he's connected to people who are. We need to act before whatever they're planning unfolds."Logan hesitated, processing the gravity of the situation. "Kidnapping my grandpa doesn't sound right Baton. Isn't there another way to get the information?"Baton shook his head. "No time, Logan. This is our best shot. I wouldn't ask if it weren't necessary."As Logan failed to respond, Baton leaned in, his eyes intense. "Logan, if you really want to hit back at these folks, listen to me. I won't hurt your grandpa. Plans will be made, and I'll do my best to keep the old man safe while we figure out what's going on."Logan squinted at Baton suspiciously. "Why would you do that? Are you trying to trick me into letting you hurt my grandpa?"Baton shook his head, sighing. "No tricks, Logan. I'm not out to hurt anyone. If I wanted that, I could have bombed the hospital a long time a
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
Mr Clarkson, desperation in his tone, begged, "Logan, please, stop. There has to be another way."But Logan, standing up angrily, attempted to leave. Suddenly, his grandfather called for his guards. "Guards! Escort my grandson upstairs. He's not feeling quite well today."Logan, bewildered, protested, "What are you doing? You can't keep me here! I'm not a minor, and I have rights!"But the guards, following orders, guided Logan upstairs. One of them, sympathetically, whispered as soon as they he was in saying, "Get well soon, Logan," before locking the door behind him.Inside the room, Logan banged on the door, frustration evident. "Let me out! I need to save her! I will sue you all! Especially you Baton!"His pleas fell on deaf ears as he found himself confined, the weight of the situation sinking in. Meanwhile, downstairs, his grandfather and Sam exchanged worried glances, both realizing the gravity of the impending clash. The fate of Aella hung in the balance, and the struggle betw
Logan woke up groggily, the previous night's celebration still lingering in his mind. Glancing at his phone, he was startled to find 36 missed calls from Baton. Wondering what could be so urgent, he dialed back, his irritation evident.As Baton picked up, Logan couldn't help but yell. "Jesus Christ Baton! 36 missed calls? What's so important?"Baton's voice was tense in response saying, "Logan, where were you last night?"Logan, defensive, shot back, "Why would I report to you, Baton. It's none of your business. It's not like you are my father."Baton, cutting to the chase, explained, "There's a problem, Logan. You know, you didn't want to listen yesterday, so i thought that it was too dangerous for you to move around alone. I ordered my guys to follow you. They informed me that you were seeing someone, followed you all the way home and now, the girl you were with is missing currently."But Logan, dismissing the concern, retorted, "What do you mean? You don't know that? You're wrong.
Logan's phone buzzed, and his face lit up as he saw Aella's name on the screen. He answered, "Hey, Aella! What's up?"Aella's voice conveyed excitement, "Logan, I saw the news! You're amazing! I don't know... I want to celebrate with you!"Grinning, Logan replied, "Thanks, Aella! I'd love to celebrate. Any particular place in mind?"Aella teased, "Nope, you decide. It's your moment!"After a moment of thought, Logan suggested, "How about the old canteen? You know, where I used to work. It has a special vibe."Aella agreed, "Perfect! I'll meet you there in two hours. Can't wait!"As they both hung up, Logan's mind raced with anticipation. Logan dashed outside, waving down a cab with an eagerness that couldn't be contained. Jumping into the cab, the driver couldn't help but notice the sheer joy radiating from Logan's face.The cab driver, curious, couldn't help but ask. "You look like you're on top of the world! Date night, huh?"Logan, grinning ear to ear, shook his head. "Nah, not a
The entry of Mr. Clarkson into the board meeting room caused a stir among the members. Shocked murmurs spread like wildfire, and Mr. Winston, the leader of the faction aiming to replace the chairman, hastily approached Mr. Clarkson, feigning surprise."Mr. Clarkson! We thought you were... well, we heard..."Mr. Clarkson, maintaining his calm attitude, replied, "Heard what, Winston? That I was dead? I'm glad to see your concern for my well-being. Why is everyone gathered here today?"Winston stuttered, trying to compose himself. "We're having a meeting to get things in order. Everything hasn't been the same since your disappearance."But Logan sniffled, catching on to the pretense. He glanced at the presentation on the hall's TV screen, the topic being displayed titled, "Leadership Transition: Appointing a New Chairman and CEO"With a wry smile, Logan remarked in response, "Get things in order, you say? Replacing the chairman and CEO, huh?"Winston swallowed nervously, realizing that t
As Logan agreed to the DNA test, his grandfather, Mr. Clarkson, wasted no time. He instructed Baton to bring in the doctor, a trusted individual who had been part of their lives for years. The doctor entered, exchanging pleasantries with Logan before turning to the task at hand."Logan," the doctor explained, "we're going to take a sample for a DNA test. It's a simple process, and the results will be ready in a day or two."Logan, though slightly uneasy about the procedure, nodded in agreement. The doctor carefully collected the necessary samples, emphasizing the significance of the test and its potential impact on their lives.Later that evening, Logan bid his grandfather goodbye, heading home with Baton. However, a twist awaited him in as he got home. As soon as he got home, he found himself removed from the secret online group, he had been part of for with the board members for a while now. It seemed they believed he had aligned with Sam earlier, casting doubt on his identity as M
As the evening sun cast long shadows across the city, Logan sat in his dimly lit living room, the television flickering with breaking news. The somber tone of the reporter echoed through the room, announcing the police's hunt for Sam in connection with the tragic deaths of Mr. Clarkson's son and daughter-in-law, alongside the mysterious disappearance of two members of the company's board.Logan clenched his fists, a mix of shock and anger on his face, as he muttered to himself, "Stupid cops, they let him escape?"The reporter continued, "Authorities are urging anyone with information about Sam's whereabouts to come forward. If you have any details, please contact the local police immediately."Unable to bear it any longer, Logan stormed out of his living room in anger, creating chaos in his room and turning everything upsidedown. His bodyguards, T-bone and Pete, were left startled by the sudden outburst, wondering what had provoked him.Meanwhile, Sam bunked with his old partners in c
Sam, fueled by frustration and betrayal, paced angrily in his living room, his mind clouded by the unexpected resistance from Logan. The weight of the situation pressed on him, leading him to seek solace in the bottom of a bottle. He stormed into his house, heading straight to the fridge and uncorking a bottle of alcohol.As Sam drowned his vexation in the numbing embrace of liquor, Mr. Patrick, returning to the sitting room, was taken aback by the sight. He approached Sam with concern, questioning, "Sam, what are you doing?"Sam, in a state of inebriation, sneered, "Seems like we'll have to revisit the past, Patrick."Perplexed, Mr. Patrick asked, "Revisit the past? What do you mean?"Sam, his words slurring, reminded him, "Remember how we took down Mr. Clarkson's family years ago? Well, it's time to do it again. His grandson, Logan, is a stumbling block. I gave him a chance to live, but he's so stubborn like his father."Attempting get more out of this, Mr. Patrick queried, "Why now
As Sam returned home, a self-satisfied grin adorned his face, believing he had successfully manipulated Logan into submission. Mr. Patrick, his reluctant accomplice, noticed the elation and couldn't help but inquire, "What's up, Sam? You seem pretty pleased. Got some good news?"Sam, reveling in his perceived triumph, downplayed the situation, replying, "Ah, nothing much happened. Just some smooth sailing."Unconvinced, Mr. Patrick pressed further, "Come on, Sam. You can share the good news with me. We're in this together, right?"But Sam persisted, maintaining his air of mystery, "Nothing worth sharing, Patrick. Just routine business."Despite Sam's evasive response, Mr. Patrick reassured him afterwards saying, "Well, I spoke with Baton. He understands the need to keep things clean from now on. No more messy work."Sam, pleased with the assurance, nodded. "Good. We can't afford any unnecessary attention. Baton needs to stick to the plan and stop leaving clues for the cops."The follo
The denial in Mr. Clarkson's eyes lingered, a stubborn refusal to accept the harsh reality that Logan presented. Determined to provide irrefutable evidence, Logan embarked on a mission to extract a confession from Sam himself.Later in the day, within the confines of Baton's compound, Logan convened a meeting with his newfound partners, Baton and Mr. Patrick. As they lounged in a secluded area, drinks in hand, Logan outlined his plan."We need a confession from Sam," Logan declared, his eyes meeting the gaze of Baton and Mr. Patrick. "Otherwise, granddad won't believe anything without solid proof. I think you should raise a discussion relating to this Patrick. Try to extract information from Sam yourself."Mr. Patrick, hesitating, voiced his concerns, "Sam is no fool Logan. If I dare bring up such a topic, he'll surely get very suspicious and might start thinking that I'm trying to extract information from him and must be recording. He's very cunny like that."Baton, leaning back in h