Logan, grinning smiled as he responded saying, "Had to keep you waiting. It's a classic move."As they continued their leisurely stroll through the park, Aella, unable to contain her curiosity, finally asked Logan the question that had been lingering in the air."Okay, spill it, Logan. Why did you want us to meet today? You're sounding like someone who's about to deliver a farewell speech or something."Logan, a thoughtful expression on his face, replied, "No farewells, Aella. I just wanted to catch up with a friend from the normal world before everything changes."Aella, raising an eyebrow, questioned, "Everything changes? What are you talking about? You sound like you're planning to die or something."Logan, trying to explain the tricky situation he was in, explained, "It's not that dramatic. My life is about to change, probably very soon. I just wanted to share a moment with someone who knew me before all of this."Aella, not entirely understanding the gravity of Logan's words, shr
Hearing the blast echo through the phone, Mr. Patrick couldn't hide his wicked joy. He burst into laughter, sending shivers with each chilling sound. In his twisted mind, the explosion's chaos and confusion marked the success of his evil scheme. To him, the planned mayhem acted like a dark cloak, ending every evidence about the result being fake.The deafening explosion echoed through the hospital, shaking the very foundation of the building. Logan and Sam, who had been on their way to the elevator nearly shivered from the sudden and intimidating shock of the unexpected explosion. They were so curious about what happened to an extent of heading back to the source to see what had happened however they found themselves halted by a surge of security personnel rushing towards the source of the disturbance. The urgency in their movements compelled Logan and Sam to backtrack, joining the stream of people being ushered downstairs. The chaos unfolded in a disorienting flurry as they waited i
Susan took a deep breath, mustering the courage to carry out Logan's request. Despite her fear, she motivated herself, whispering, "You can do this, Susan. Just like the old days." Clutching a nurse's tray, she strolled confidently towards Mr. Clarkson's room, where his imposing bodyguards stood sentinel. Their presence made her nervous, but Susan reminded herself that she had to be bold.Approaching the guards, she greeted them casually, "Hey, fellas. Just checking in on Mr. Clarkson. Hope he's doing well." Surprisingly, they nodded, allowing her to proceed. As she neared the room, the atmosphere shifted. Laughter erupted from the guards outside, echoing through the hallway. Susan felt a knot in her stomach, the sound amplifying her anxiety. With a shaky hand, she reached for a strand of Mr. Clarkson's hair, their laughter acting as a backdrop to her nervous struggle.Just as her trembling fingers were about to make contact, the guards burst into a boisterous guffaw startling susan w
The hospital corridors buzzed with activity as Logan and Sam headed inside. However, upon reaching the testing area, it became evident that the hospital doctors were overwhelmed with their duties especially due to the incident earlier that day. Sam, pretending ignorance, suggested that they wait, but Logan, wary of the potential ruse, insisted he would conduct the test on his own."I can't wait any longer Sam. It's late already. I'll handle this myself."Sam in response seemingly agreed saying, "Sure, Logan. No problem. But remember, trust is key in situations like these."Logan nodded in response as he exited the hospital.The next day, Logan visited the nurse's place, catching her before she left for work. He handed two envelopes he had labeled last night to her, instructing her to conduct a DNA test on the hair samples inside which included his and promising to pay her also."I need to know the truth. Let me know as soon as you have the results. Have a nice day."Time marched on as
Logan stepped into the boutique Sam had mentioned, the scent of new fabrics enveloping him. He browsed through the racks, searching for an outfit that would be best suited for the occasion he was about to attend.Finding a charcoal gray suit that caught his eye, Logan plucked it from the hanger and examined it. Satisfied with his choice, he headed towards the changing rooms. He figured the suit fit well, so he went to the cashier to pay up.Approaching the cashier, a young woman with a friendly smile, Logan offered to pay. "I'd like to settle this, please."The cashier glanced at him, a hint of recognition in her eyes. Instead of taking the money, she motioned to a colleague nearby. "Ben, come here. You've got to see this."Ben, a tall guy with a chill vibe, casually strolled over. His eyes widened as he took in Logan's appearance. "Whoa, he really, really does look like him."Logan raised an eyebrow, puzzled. "Look like who?"The cashier grinned, exchanging a knowing glance with Ben.
"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