Ana’s finger brushed the shunning mahogany table. She didn’t feel anything. She lifted the hand and looked at the finger—sportless. She cruised her eyes around the entire house, from the well-opened windows to the well-arranged dining and sitting areas. The floor was blindingly sparkling. “Perfecto! The little rat is at least proving to be useful in a way.” Ana shrugged her shoulders, squared them, and walked majestically to the kitchen.The mouth-watering aroma of some chicken recipes, which Ana was not familiar with, greeted her. “Mmmh!” She appreciated the inviting aroma, her eyes shut.“I guess I don’t have to worry about whether anyone will like my cooking then.” A faint voice of gratitude snapped at Ana.Mariela was busy serving her punishment, and part of it was cooking for the 31 giants of men and her and Ana. She was worried if anyone would like what she was making since it was her first time cooking for them. The large number was a challenge too, but she did not complain or
As Jordan and his team assembled in the temporary training center to get ready for the decisive confrontation with Mr. Elias and the criminal organization, the air was heavy with expectation and resolve. The noise of punching bags being pummeled by fists and the odd clatter of weapons being built reverberated off the walls. Standing in the middle of the room, prepared to lead them through the rigorous training exercises, was Jordan Rivers—a guy with experience and tenacity. His light touch of martial arts to them had meant a lot.Jordan barked. "Alright, listen up, everyone," his booming voice said above the uproar. "Time is of the essence, and Elias won't wait for us to be prepared. We have to always be one step ahead.”Officer Adamson, his eyes focused and his jaw set nodded in agreement. "Let's do this. We sure can do this. What is the plan, Jordan?"Jordan walked to a whiteboard and began outlining the strategy. "We have gathered so much intel on Elias and his operation. We know h
The training session had been intense for the next couple of days, with Jordan guiding the crew through various martial arts techniques that would prove invaluable in their mission.Elias’ group had been put in a tough spot after realizing that Jordan was not just a naive boy; they could crash as easily as they thought. They had remained in the shackles, quiet and filled with fear as they banged their heads on how they could take down Jordan. Their operations had been minimized too, and they almost stuck together, watching each other’s backs.On the side of Jordan, that had given them ample time to empower themselves more with intense training and proper planning. The crew had embraced the martial arts so well, mastering them professionally.The crew found spots around the makeshift training area, catching their breath and sharing thoughts on the skills they had acquired so far.Lily, the tech expert, wiped her brow and said, "I never thought I would ever enjoy martial arts training,
“May I see that?” Jordan asked as he moved closer to Officer Adamson.Officer Adamson handed him the phone. “There is a big transaction happening tomorrow.”Jordan read through the message carefully, understanding each and every word and carrying it with the intensity it deserved. He finally, after a long moment of re-reading it, handed the phone back to Officer Adamsons. He fumed. “Those bastards! They are shipping drugs worth billions of dollars into the country.”“When is the shipment arriving?” Ana implored.“Tomorrow.” Jordan fumed, a plan lingering in his head.“Tomorrow? So, what is the plan now?” Major asked on behalf of everyone.Jordan took a deep breath before addressing the team, his eyes conveying a sense of determination. "That transaction should not and must not happen. We must not allow it at whatever cost."Officer Adamson leaned forward, her expression matching Jordan's intensity. "Are we intercepting the shipment? Taking them down when they least expect it?"Jordan
The meeting place for the criminal alliance's illegal transaction was the abandoned warehouse, and Jordan and his group had gathered there near its entrance. The night was completely dark. Anxiety permeated the air, a tangible tension that cast a thick shadow over the crew. They were in the secretive world of their mission now, the far-off hum of the metropolis seemingly fading away.Gazing over his crew, Jordan stood out like a shadow in the dark cityscape. Each person proceeded purposefully while donning tactical gear, securing equipment, and inspecting guns. A click indicated the oncoming operation's gravity, and there was an intermittent click when ammunition was loaded.In front of them was a warehouse that was falling apart, with broken windows and walls marked by the passage of time. It seemed to be a silent witness to the illegal actions that had taken place inside. The sound of rusted doors creaking as they got closer broke the stillness and signaled them that they had entere
With a look, Jordan signaled to the players to stay in their spots. Clad in darkness, the team maintained their positions, weapons ready to fire. As they awaited their chance to neutralize the approaching guards and avoid drawing attention to themselves or the main targets, the air was fraught with suspense.The guards in Jordan's team moved like a well-oiled machine as the first wave of guards entered the main transaction area. They advanced on their targets with speed and silence. It was Lily's responsibility to keep the alliance's lines of communication cut so that no distress calls could be sent from her temporary command center.Quick, deliberate bursts of gunfire broke out during the initial confrontation. Jordan and Rodriguez moved with such grace and precision that it was clear they had trained for years. Gunfire reverberated through the warehouse in a staccato pattern while the crew battled the hostile soldiers.Jake showed astonishing agility in the midst of the mayhem, dodg
The crew closed in behind Jordan, each member radiating a sense of unity and unwavering commitment to their mission. The room crackled with a charged silence, punctuated only by the echoing footsteps of the approaching confrontation.Razor, realizing that escape was no longer an option, turned to face Jordan and his crew with a defiant glare. "I don’t care who you are, what you want, or how you deal with these people. I am not part of your mission. I have no hand in what you seek, young man! Get out of my way and let me be on my way.”Jordan scoffed at the man walking in a little closer, while his men, Officer Adamson being on the front line with Jordan, trailed close behind Jordan, their weapons aimed at their defenseless opponents. “If you stay close to a person whose bullet is aimed at, you will surely get shot. As long as you are a part of these crooked criminals, you are part of my mission.” Jordan spoke with an unwavering cove and emitted dread.“You can't stop us! We are too po
"Be careful with them. We don’t know what’s in the." Jordan ordered again, his voice cutting through the lingering tension in the warehouse.“Sure, boss!” The major responded.The crew, their senses still heightened from the confrontation, strolled over to the unassuming bags scattered across the floor. The room was hushed, and the air crackled with a mix of anticipation and curiosity.Each found themselves a bag and unzipped it. As they began to inspect the contents, one by one, one after another, their mouths remained like jars. The atmosphere shifted. The bags, seemingly inconspicuous at first glance, held within them the secrets of the criminal alliance's illicit gains. The crew exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of disbelief and realization.Jake, his eyes widening, broke the silence. "Oo, fucking devil of the criminals! This is a fortune!”“Jordan caught wind of Jake’s awestruck voice. He spoke, strolling over to them. “What are they?”Jordan's eyes widened as he beheld