THE RISE OF JORDAN RIVERS

TRAPPED

Jordan walked in swiftness and traced his way back to where he had rescued Mr Jonathan the previous night. The first shock he got was the missing bodies of those goons he had fought at night. The ground where he left them lying half-dead was crystal dry. No single drop of blood was traceable. The lack of blood rang an alarm for him. It meant that someone had taken them and cleaned up the blood. For someone to do that, it meant they had a motive.

“Looking for something?” A deep voice spoke from his behind.

He could agnize that arrogant voice. He had heard it a few minutes ago. He turned around slowly, portraying zero signs of nervousness or fear. The belligerent face of Martin greeted Jordan’s arctic one, and behind Martin was a battalion of armed goons with all-ready armor. The acuate blades and guns made Jordan deduce another plan. Fighting a battalion of militarized men would be a straight ticket to the grave for him.

He had to think of a plan B fast.

Martin walked closer in drawn-o