The prison corridor felt cold and damp as Mr. Winchester walked down it. The echoing footsteps filled the air, and he finally got to Mr. Frederick's cell. The two guys were like night and day – Mr. Winchester all spiffy, looking like he owned the place, and Mr. Frederick a mess, with this arrogant expression on his face.The cell door creaked open, and Mr. Winchester stepped in. He gave Mr. Frederick a look, not too happy. "Fredrick, you screwed up big time. Trying to hurt my son was a dumb move, and now you're gonna pay for it."Mr. Frederick, laying on his bunk, smirked at Mr. Winchester. "Winchester, you act like your kid is the only one with enemies. There are bigger forces at play, and your precious Michael is in more danger than you think."Getting up close, Mr. Winchester said in a low, serious voice, "Your threats won't help. My son's gonna be safe, and you'll rot in here for what you did."Fredrick chuckled, and it sent a shiver through Mr. Winchester. "You're clueless, Winch
Mr. Frederick sat silently in the interrogation room, both of his hands cuffed to the chair and his head hung low as two police officers stood over him."Tell us more about what happened to Mary, Mr. Frederick," one of the officers in charge of the investigation asked, but Frederick stayed silent.Mr. Frederick could already tell this wasn't going to end well for him. He had no idea how long he'd been in this room, but he could tell this wouldn't end in his favor if he did not give these men what they wanted. The only problem was that he still did not want to."We need all the information we can get from you regarding this case, Mr. Frederick. This matter is proving to be more complicated than we thought," the second policeman said, his eyes staring down intently at the man sitting before him."I already gave you everything I know. What more do you two want from me?" Mr. Frederick asked, already tired and exhausted from all the interrogation. He could feel his head pounding hard from
“Charles, I want you to do some real research of the people we have been associated with for the past 25 years and see if you can get any information about a woman named Eva” Mr Winchester instructed as he continued pacing back and front with his arms crossed behind him."On it, sir," Mr. Charles responded as he departed, leaving his boss to the outside."How could she have known that Mr. Frederick was being interrogated and was on the verge of exposing her? Who could she be, and what does she want from Mary and my son?" Mr. Winchester pondered slowly in his deep thoughts..The fact that she got the inspector transferred within few hours really shook the hell out of him. Mr Winchester couldn’t even believe how influential she was that the whole police headquarters turned deaf ears to his request to prevent the Inspector’s transfer.“I am sorry sir, the only Eva i found was a sister to one of your investors. But she passed away 15 years ago,” Mr Charles said out as he returned.That ca
It was another morning on another school day. Most of the students were already in class, and those who weren't, for one reason or another, were hanging out in different spots in the school compound."__and anyway, I decided to ignore all of that since we both know she isn't even qualified to clean my floors, not to talk of wearing the same clothes as me," Sydney said, leaning against Jack's car as she narrated to their group an incident that occurred at the mall the previous day, laughter ringing out all around her as they listened.Jack McCoy and his girlfriend Sydney sat lounging around in the school parking lot, his team surrounding him as they chatted and laughed at random and the most stupidest of things."And I am very proud of you, baby, but next time though, could you maybe consider a __" Jack started to speak but stopped in his speech when something caught his eye across the parking lot."Oh, well. If it isn't yet another nerd from God knows where, this should be fun," Jack
Ezra said, his eyes darting to the ground as his shoulders sagged in defeat, holding his bandaged wrist to his chest."Are you kidding me? That's not going to happen, Ezra. They need to pay for what they've done. Why would the dean of student affairs ask you to forget about it?" Michael asked, upset, and Ezra sighed."Are you seriously asking me that? Isn't it obvious that the dean wants nothing to do with this case because it happens to involve Jack McCoy?" Ezra said, shaking his head in disbelief."Come on, let's go back. He has to hear us out," Michael said, and both Michael and Ezra returned to the Dean's office. Michael did everything he could to convince the dean to reconsider his decision."Sir, this isn't fair to Ezra. Just take a good look at what they did to him. You can't just let them off so easily," Michael said, trying to reason with him, but the dean frowned."Excuse me?! Are you trying to teach me how to do my job, Winchester? Who gave you the right to walk into my off
The day was just starting but it seems a long one for Mr Winchester and his emissary. It seems he did not have the night as the thoughts of finding Mary under the nose of EVA filled him.The prospect of uncovering even a single member of the organization would be all that Mr Winchester desired, but it was like finding a green snake in a green grass. All the members have blended so well that you couldn’t even suspect it."Charles, I need you to reach out to some friends at the Secret Service. Find out everything they know about EVA," Mr. Winchester instructed with a sense of urgency in his voice.“But sir, we can’t do that. What if they are also members of the organisation, remember Christian said we shouldn’t trust anyone. We can’t blow up our lead; by allowing them know we are aware of who they are” Mr Charles retorted respectfully."You're right, Charles. But what's our move now? We need to act swiftly to rescue Mary as soon as possible," Mr. Winchester added a tinge of confusion in
Michael remained in a good and happy mood that morning as he took a shower and got ready for school.His father had praised and rewarded him for his good deeds, making him proud. This had added to his satisfaction that morning."You have made me proud, son. I thank the heavens for giving me a son like you," Garrett Winchester said to his son that morning before ordering two million dollars to be transferred into his account."I thank the heavens for giving me a father like you as well, Dad," Michael muttered to himself as he got dressed in his room.Michael may not have needed the extra money he received from his father that morning, as he already didn't know what to do with all the money in his account. However, Michael was still happy to know how proud his father was of him.As Michael arrived at school that morning, his happiness tripled as students of all sizes and colors surrounded him with words of praise and appreciation."I can't believe you managed to accomplish that. Honestl
The police officer, going through the stuff, yelled out as he held up a colorless plastic bag filled with a white substance, and Michael frowned in both shock and confusion.They found what now?"That isn't mine, officer, I swear. I have no idea how it got there," Michael said, trying to explain himself, but the two men weren't having any of that."Michael Winchester, you're under arrest for the possession of hard drugs. You have the right to remain silent; anything you do or say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You will be given the rights and permission to speak to your attorney, and if you don't have one, the state will have one assigned to you."Michael stayed silent, still in deep shock, as the police officer read out before pulling out a pair of handcuffs and closing them around his wrists.The other police officer quickly shoved the plastic bag in his pocket before taking Michael by the other arm."Michael," Emily muttered in shock as she watched her boyfrien