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
"Wait! Wait!" Pete exclaimed, casting a fearful glance at T-bone. "T-bone, he's serious! Just spill it!"T-bone, even after sensing the urgency refused to relent. So Pete finally spilled the beans. "Okay, okay! It was Mr. Tony Watson. He sent us. I think you know him."Logan, though expecting Carter's father to react after their last encounter, was still shocked. The revelation that even Carter didn't know about his mansion but his dad did startled him. T-bone, seeing the shock on Logan's face, turned to Pete, berating him."You fool! Now we have nothing to bargain our way out of this mess!" T-bone chastised.Pete, defensive, shot back, "Shut up! I saved your life! You should be thanking me!"Ignoring their exchange, Logan demanded answers about how they infiltrated his house and who gave them the location. T-bone, seemingly eager to bargain for their freedom, proposed a deal."I'll tell you how we got in, but you have to let us go," T-bone bargained.Pete chimed in, "Yeah, we've coop