Logan's heart pounded in his chest as he felt Mr. Williams' piercing gaze on him. Swallowing nervously, Logan debated whether to make a swift exit before the trial began. However, the guards were already ushering Mr. Williams forward, directing him to the accused stand. The courtroom seemed to tighten its grip around Logan, making any attempt to leave inconspicuously impossible.As the trial commenced, Logan sat back down, his eyes darting nervously between the judge, the lawyers, and Mr. Williams. He desperately wished he could disappear from the courtroom, especially when he noticed Mr. Williams whispering something to his lawyer. Fear gnawed at Logan as he imagined Mr. Williams revealing his involvement in the arrest.Logan's apprehension intensified when Mr. Williams' lawyer requested that he be allowed to speak for himself. The judge granted the request, and Logan's stomach churned as Mr. Williams stepped forward, a defiant glint in his eyes.The judge began reading the charges a
The next morning, the sunlight spilled into Logan's apartment, signaling the beginning of a new day. He rose from his bed, his mind already buzzing with the tasks ahead. Today was the day he would meet Mr. Peterson to make his managerial position official, and a wave of anticipation washed over him.After his usual morning routine and a quick breakfast, Logan dressed in his most professional attire. Today held a significance beyond just a job—it was a step toward a more secure future. As he stood in front of the mirror adjusting his tie, thoughts of the white vehicle he had eyed for a while crept into his mind.For a moment, Logan debated the idea of finally getting himself a car. The canteen job provided the perfect cover for acquiring one without drawing unnecessary attention. With a determined nod, he decided that after the meeting with Mr. Peterson, he would explore the possibility of becoming a proud car owner.Exiting his apartment building, Logan walked to the edge of the stree
The sterile hospital atmosphere seemed to stretch time as Logan waited alongside the young man, and the two who had brought him there. The boss, lying motionless on the hospital bed, showed no signs of waking up anytime soon, casting a cloud of uncertainty over the situation.Growing increasingly uneasy, Logan finally spoke up. "Look, I appreciate whatever you guys think you're doing here, but I've got important things to attend to. If the old man doesn't want to wake up, that's his business. I need to leave."The young man, Franklin regarded Logan with a sympathetic expression. "I understand your concern, but it's not that simple. The boss, he's sick. Time might not be on his side."Logan's frustration peaked. "Sick? What do you mean sick? And why did he want me here?"Sam, one of the men who had brought Logan to the hospital, stepped forward. "The boss has his reasons, and I'm sure he'll explain when he can. But right now, he's not in the best shape."Logan sighed, torn between impa
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