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
In the aftermath of the silenced shots, the room hung heavy with tension. The intruder, Pete, scanned the bed, his gaze fixated on the pillows, realization dawning upon him that Logan wasn't where he seemed.Turning towards the opened door, Pete remained unaware that Logan, poised with a flower vase as an improvised weapon, crouched behind it. Another man, Pete's colleague, briskly entered the room, asking if got Logan, referring to the gunshots. Pete, still focused on the empty bed, replied, "No, he's not around. He must be hiding somewhere here. We need to find him."As they began to search, the two intruders scavenged the room for valuables, stuffing their pockets with anything they found fancy in Logan's room along with some cash. However, Pete's companion, less enticed by the allure of pilfered cash, addressed him, "Enough gold digging, Pete. We've got a job to do."But Pete was carried away by the discovery of a bundle of Logan's money. His eyes widened with greed, momentarily
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