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
Approaching his crew, Logan could tell they were shocked by his totally unexpected appearance. Their faces screamed surprise, especially the gardener, the guy who messed things up. Logan acted clueless, strolling toward them, quietly witnessing the shady stuff going on in his once super chill life.The sly worker took advantage of the chaos. Faking an injury, he sprinted up to Logan, acting all concerned. "Mr. Logan, you alright? We thought you were a goner! Some dudes busted into the mansion!"Logan, in on the act, decided to roll with it responding, "I'm okay." The gardener asked if the intruders were still around, mentioning hearing guys scream. Logan surviving those gun shots he heard was unexpected and he wanted all the juicy details. Logan, spinning his own web of lies, responded saying, "they booked it out through the backyard. We're safe now."The gardener kept pushing for more info asking, "but Boss, they were armed. Didn't they find you?" Logan, keeping his cool, cooked up
As Logan faced Dave, the air grew thick with tension. A cold sweat coated Dave's palms as he stared into the barrel of Logan's pistol. "Follow me, now," Logan commanded, the steel in his voice leaving no room for negotiation.The gun pressed against Dave's back as Logan guided him swiftly through the mansion. Every step echoed with the weight of impending consequences. The intensity heightened as they reached the basement door, the threshold of secrets and deceit.On the descending steps, Logan continued to keep the gun trained on Dave. He tossed him the key, a metallic glint in the dim light, and warned, "You open that door and remember Dave, No games."Dave fumbled with the key, his hands shaking. The metallic jingle seemed deafening in the quiet basement. "I won't play games," Dave insisted, fear and defiance in his eyes.The door swung open, revealing the confined space where Pete and T-bone awaited their fate. Logan entered, gun still in hand, locking eyes with Pete. "How are the
The room crackled with tension as Baton's menacing figures encircled Logan. Baton, reveling in the moment, taunted, "So, Logan, how do you want to die? A bullet through the head or a good old-fashioned strangling?"Logan, unfazed by Baton's cruel jest, shot back, "How about we settle this the old-fashioned way? With our fists."Baton mocked, "You think you can beat me in a fair fight? Look at you, Logan. You're too weak to face me."Unruffled, Logan retorted, "Scared you'll get beaten up, Baton?"That struck a nerve, and Baton lunged at Logan in a fit of rage. The room erupted into chaos as Baton's men cheered, confident their boss would triumph. At first, Baton seemed to have the upper hand, landing powerful blows on Logan.However, Logan, fueled by a surge of determination, turned the tide. With a sudden burst of strength, he retaliated, raining punches on Baton. The room echoed with the clash of fists and the grunts of the combatants.Logan, against all odds, managed to pin Baton o