Hunter's voice crackled through the phone, filled with a mix of surprise and familiarity. "Sam! I didn't think I'd hear from you again. What's up?"Sam leaned against his car, a sly smile on his face. "I'm putting together a team, Hunter. A team for a job. I need people I can trust."Hunter's curiosity piqued. "A job, huh? You know I'm always in. What's the plan?"Sam briefly explained the situation, emphasizing the need for discretion and loyalty. "I'll send you some details. Keep in touch, Hunter. We're going to need each other."As the calls continued, Sam reached out to other familiar faces from his past, assembling a network of skilled individuals with a history in the shadows. Amidst the calls, he dialed Baton's number, a contact from his mercenary days."Who's this?" Baton's voice came through, feigning ignorance.Sam sighed, recognizing the game Baton was playing. "Cut the act, Baton. It's Sam, how can you lose my number after our friendship all these years?"Baton chuckled on
Logan's grandfather, puzzled by the sudden inquiry, asked, "What is it you want to figure out about Sam?"Logan, searching for answers, explained, "There are things about Sam that I don't know, and I'm on the verge of discovering them."Confused and a bit upset, his grandfather pressed, "What's the issue, Logan? Sam has been nothing but loyal. He even put in a tremendous effort to find you."Logan, genuinely surprised, shot back saying, "What do you mean, find me? How much effort are we talking about?"His grandfather sighed, "When you were missing, no orphanage could provide information. Sam put in a lot of money to track you down. He went to great lengths, even risking himself to find you. He was the one who informed me about your whereabouts in the end."Logan, still processing the revelation, asked in disbelief, "Are you sure about this?"His grandfather nodded, listing the efforts Sam had made. "He checked various places, followed leads, and even considered making samples. The ri
Baton, after hearing Logan's plan, reluctantly agreed to take him to see Mr. Patrick. They arrived at the prison where Mr. Patrick was confined, his hands bound in heavy chains. As Logan approached, Mr. Patrick, his eyes sharp and sarcastic, remarked, "Well, well, look who we have here. He looks just like him."Logan, not one to be easily baited, responded calmly, "Just like my father, right?"Mr. Patrick, amused, questioned, "So, you know your father now?"Logan didn't hesitate, replying. "Yes, I know him. Tell me what happened at the factory all those years ago."Mr. Patrick, still restrained by chains, raised an eyebrow. "Why would I tell you, Logan?"Logan leaned in, determined, "Because you're the only one who can give me the information I need. The truth about what my father did and what Sam is up to."Mr. Patrick scoffed, responding "Why should I believe you? How do I know you won't kill me the moment I tell you what you want to hear?"Logan, holding eye contact, promised, "I g
As Logan and Mr. Patrick discussed their plan in the confines of the prison, Logan proposed to him saying, "Mr. Patrick, I'm ready to help you leave the country, but you need to play along with our plan. There's no time to waste."Mr. Patrick, still contemplating the risks, responded cautiously, "I need time to think about it, Logan. This is not a decision to be made lightly."Logan, understanding the urgency, reminded him saying, "Time is not on our side, Mr. Patrick. You have no other option. Baton could eliminate you at any moment if you don't agree. If I were in your shoes, I'd take this chance."Mr. Patrick, grappling with the gravity of the situation, questioned Logan again saying, "How do I know I can trust your words, Logan? My guts warn me that you'd betray me."Logan, with a hint of urgency, asserted in response, "You have no option but to trust me Mr Patrick. Baton would kill you if you resist, and if you were to comply, Baton would have no reason to harm you. Your safety i
Sam, visibly agitated, retorted, "Do you have any idea what you've ruined for me?"Mr. Patrick, still playing his role, asked with apparent concern, "What happened, Sam? Tell me."Sam's frustration grew as he questioned Mr. Patrick about the recent events. "Where were you all along. How can you disappear at the very moment I needed you the most."In response, Mr Patrick shot back saying, "Can't you see the injury patches on my face Sam? Do you know where I've been all these while?" he snapped. "Do you think I went on a vacation or something?"Sam, calming himself then responded saying, "I noticed, Patrick. What happened to you?"Mr Patrick, slightly calming down, explained, "I was kidnapped. But don't worry, we'll find out who did it soon."Sam, pretending to be surprised, added in response, "Kidnapped? That's terrible. I had no idea. Who's responsible."Mr Patrick took a moment before replying, lying that he didn't know although he was tempted to expose Logan.Seizing the opportunity
After Logan's conversation with Sam, he quickly dialed Baton, eager to share the latest developments. "I don't know what Sam is up to Baton," Logan confessed, expressing his uncertainty about Sam's intentions. "But Sam is pushing for the murder of the board members. He reminded me to get ready, urging that I get ready."Baton, a voice of reason in Logan's tumultuous journey, reassured him in response saying, "I don't think Baton would do anything without informing you about it Logan. We also have your friend Mr Patrick to give us other information."Just as the conversation with Baton concluded, Logan's phone buzzed again, and this time it was Mr. Patrick calling. "Speak of the devil," Logan muttered to himself before answering the call.Mr. Patrick's voice carried a note of urgency as he informed Logan that he was under severe surveillance. "I have to keep a low profile for now Logan. I am being watched from every corner so I think you'd be getting your answers late." Mr. Patrick exp
On Mr Howard's fancy balcony under the moon, high up over the city, Logan and Mr. Howard kept contemplating about how to get down from the tall building. They really needed to hurry and leave, as the city lights below looked pretty, not matching the serious problem they were dealing with.As they carefully maneuvered down the balcony, the gravity of Mr. Howard's disappearance had set off a frenzy in his home. Family members and guards, bewildered and alarmed, had initiated a search, involving law enforcement in the pursuit of a missing man.As they hailed down a cab, the moment they got to the streets, Mr. Howard's instinct to reach out to his family kept troubling him as he retrieved his phone with the intention to make a reassuring call. Logan, however, intercepted the gesture, swiftly collecting the device."What are you doing?" Logan queried, a note of urgency in his voice."I need to contact my family. Let them know I'm okay," Mr. Howard explained, a hint of desperation in his ey
In the dimly lit room, Sam paced nervously, his mind swirling with questions. Logan's unexpected intervention had left him both relieved and suspicious even though he was still unaware that Logan was behind this. He needed answers, and his first stop was Mr. Patrick, the man he'd trusted but now doubted.As Sam called Mr. Patrick over, the tension in the air was palpable. "Hey, Patrick, can we talk for a moment?" Sam said, his voice betraying a mix of anxiety and suspicion.Patrick, on the on the opposite couch, reading a newspaper responded casually, "Sure thing, Sam. What's on your mind?"Sam took a deep breath before diving in. "Someone just saved Mr. Howard from being kidnapped tonight. My boys were going to kidnap him tonight and this just happened. I don't know how the hell, whoever did this knew about my plan? I didn't tell anyone."Patrick chuckled nervously before replying, "Well, that's quite the twist, isn't it? Maybe this guy is just more resourceful than you thought."Sam