The night air hung heavy with tension as Jordan and his crew found refuge in a cloak-and-dagger meeting spot at one of Jordan’s houses. They feared risking going back to the old house for fear of being tracked down. The aftermath of the confrontation with Mr. Elias's alliance still lingered in the air, and the urgency to regroup and strategize was palpable. Among the crew was Officer Adamson, a cop who had grown disillusioned with the corruption within the police force.Everyone was enjoying some cold drinks, which they got on the way to the hideout to calm their nerves and slow down their racing thoughts and hearts. Jordan motioned for Officer Adamson to join him in a secluded corner, away from prying eyes. The dim light barely illuminated their faces as Jordan began to speak, his voice low and measured."I know, and I cannot even recount how much of a great help you have been to me, Officer Adamson. I am really sorry for getting into this mess and compromising everything for you." J
“Jordan?” Ana approached Jordan, and she pulled him aside. “I need to ask you something.” And she added when she had Jordan where she wanted. A distant place where their voices could not reach a third eye.“Are you okay? What bothers you?” Jordan’s voice melted at Ana's. It does. The girl had all the charms to lure any male gender. Unless you were not strong.Ana motioned to Jordan, asking him to follow her gaze, and he obeyed. In a corner far from the crowd sat a lone figure. Sore eyes and lost in thoughts. Mariela was dying of anticipation of her fate and when the auspicious time would come for Jordan to finally do to her what he did to traitors. Remembering the two bloody incidents she witnessed in Jordan's actions, she feared for her dear self. “What do you plan to do with her?” Ana asked.Jordan looked at the woman for a while. She looked miserable and pitiful. It was like she could sniff her head from so close, and the beardown fear that came with that sense was killing her slow
“Yes, boss. Whatever you want.” Mariela spoke, eagerly waiting to hear her next responsibility, which she was ready to accept without raising a question. She had so much to do to prove her worth of forgiveness and to make up for the great mess she had made. She could not believe that those were the same people she had betrayed. The same people she wished death upon. Yet they were the ones sympathizing with her.“I believe you know these people we are chasing so well.” Jordan stated, and Mariela nodded her head, meaning that she did. “You will give us all the information you have about them. Anything that could be of any help at all.” Jordan said, fixing his daring eyes on Mariela.“I will, boss. My loyalty lies with no one but you, boss. I will tell you all that I know. I know most of their residents and the places where they carry out the big transactions.” Mariela agreed without a second thought. She had really made up her mind to side with Jordan. She knew she was doing the right t
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