As the van sped back to the base, Bruce rested his head and wondered why on earth the base would be hit. He wondered if he was the reason that the base was attacked. Maybe if Liam Payne had stayed dead, many won't be dead by now. He slightly blamed his rebirth and there was an option; to end it all. in Bruce's mind, he knew there was a back door. "Take the van around, let's enter through the back door," he said and James swirled the car around.Bruce expected that there would be gunshots and cries, but it all seemed calm. In the dimly lit back alley, Bruce and James stepped out of their car. James had the chance to make ready his gun and he followed Bruce as they proceeded towards the door. Swiftly, they approached the back door, which stood ajar, a clear indication that someone had exited through it. The once bustling camp was now shrouded in an eerie silence.As they cautiously entered, the flickering fluorescent light cast ominous shadows on the walls. Gunshots had left their m
Two hours had passed since the inevitable, devastating, destruction of the base happened. Leaving Bruce in a state of disbelief and desperation. He tried the reach the chief and it was futile. He wondered if the rest of the team had been captured or were on their heels too. Bruce reached out to headquarters as his last resort, hoping for a glimmer of support or a plan to regroup, but all he received was silence on the other end of the line. A disconnection seemed to have happened and he knew not why. Frustration and confusion swirled within him as he questioned how the base could have been overrun with well-armed agents inside. "Could there be a mole?" Bruce said. The base should be able to hold. How were the attackers able to enter?""I had the same feeling, captain," James answered. There might be someone from the inside. The surveillance should have caught them. The alarm by the gate, the locks on the doors…" James sighed, depicting his confusion. Feeling neglected and bagging
Bruce and James drove their van into the Mane District, the heart of the notorious Mafia stronghold. As they entered, Bruce's gaze swept across the familiar surroundings, recalling the last picture he saw of this place.He remembered the fallen goons, the burning cars, the fallen pillars and the gashed gate; all had been fixed. This was proof to him that the gang was still holding, and that Arturo was doing the job he left for him. The guards stood at attention, their watchful eyes scanning the area for any signs of trouble. According to Bruce's orders, James steered the van to a halt, and the engine's rumble subsided into silence.He turned to James and Suzanne, who were beside him, their expressions a mix of anticipation and anxiety. James, in particular, wore a tense look on his face, his mind undoubtedly racing with questions about their audacious plan.Bruce understood the weight of their predicament, the danger that lurked within the walls of this Mafia stronghold. He knew that
"Tell me how to find Agent Liam Payne, and then you'll be freed," Angela Bois said.She was blond with long hair cascading down her shoulders and exuded an air of vigour as she stood in the dimly lit room. Dressed in sleek black leather pants and a jacket, she commanded attention with her confident presence and stood tall with a pistol in her hand. Her piercing blue eyes scanned the scene before her, taking in the captive figure of Chief Crawford, who was securely bound to a chair. A fresh cut on his forehead served as a reminder of the struggle that had taken place. From the cut seeped a stream of blood, settling around the collar of his shirt. To the right of the setting, stood the director of Checkers, Anderson Cooper, his sharp suit accentuating his authoritative demeanour. Behind his white-rimmed glasses, his eyes revealed a mix of concern and curiosity as he observed Angela's next move. Two men, representing the agents from the Checkers organization stood resolutely in their
Bruce, James, and Arturo meticulously devised their plan, trailing his former teammates Checkers. They followed the team till they were on leave and were to ease out their time in a hotel. With the historical knowledge in Bruce's head, recovered from Agents Payne's database, he knew how to strike and he knew that he had a history with the new leader of the team, who was once his friend. In their seventh hotel room, the trio gathered around a table covered with blueprints and surveillance photos, all garnered by skills from Bruce and James. Bruce pointed at the upper chambers of the hotel, outlining their target locations. "According to our intel, six of them are in the building and they'll be occupying six rooms up there," he said, his voice filled with determination. "We've booked the room right next to theirs, number seven."James leaned in, studying the blueprints intently. "We need to be strategic about this," he suggested, looking into their faces. "Each of us takes one of the
SYSTEM: Hello, Bruce Wayne. You have spent more time on this mission than required. You have to end it as soon as possible and move on to the next. Bruce had been hearing the same warning every three hours and this was a sign that he was expected to be done and begin with the second mission. SYSTEM: The heirloom that was stolen is causing a vendetta. Also, the serial killer is wreaking havoc and you are needed. More about the missions were being revealed to Bruce. A lot was happening underneath and even though he was stuck in one, there was still a lot to do. Arturo with his connection had picked out a hideout and they inhabited it, together with the agent that they had taken in the hotel. Bruce and James stood in front of the agent that they had taken from the hotel, their arms crossed and stern expressions etched into their faces. Arturo was pacing around the room, his hands clasped behind his back."Where is Angela Bois, where is Director Cooper, and where is Chief Crawford?"
The vans that conveyed the mixed teams surrounded the warehouse and with an order from Bruce, they drove in at the same time. Five hundred meters away, Bruce stared at the building. He knew that they would be attacked before they arrive at the spot. However, he knew that there was no going back. There was no other plan that could work than to bring the fight to them. "Here we go, guys," Bruce said and heaved heavily. "Let's rebuild the base. Let's get the chief back," Bruce said to his team. The atmosphere was tense as Bruce and Arturo led their respective teams towards the abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of Crestwedge. Each group approached from different angles, bringing about specks of dust that arose from the exposed land surface. From the connected walkie-talkie, Bruce heard Arturo's voice calling out orders for his goons. "The mission is clear: capture Angela Bois and the Checkers Director, dead or alive. But ensure the safe rescue of Chief Crawford!"As they neared the
Bruce's consciousness gradually stirred, like a dormant machine awakening from a deep slumber after it had been turned on. As his mind emerged from the abyss, he felt a gentle breeze caressing his face, carrying with it the unmistakable scent of his surroundings. Then, he felt a heat. It was a mix of sweat, gunpowder, tension, and the scent of blood, bringing about the instant trigger of his senses and immediate location.His mind was coming from numb to life, but the symphony of distant gunfire echoed in his ears, a dissonant reminder that the chaos of the battle that claimed his life still raged on.With a newfound awareness, Bruce's eyelids fluttered open, revealing a world in turmoil. Smoke filled the air, obscuring his vision, but his gaze penetrated the haze, searching for answers.Slowly, his surroundings came into focus. It was the last place he was before being killed, the checkpoint in his mission. He was lying on a cold, unforgiving floor, his body surrounded by pools of b
Shane Rossacks groaned as he slowly came to consciousness, his head pounding with a relentless ache.He cleaned a stream of blood from his nose and when he opened his eyes, he was met with the sight of a large, opulent bathroom surrounding him, the silvery fixtures and fittings gleaming in the dim light.As he sat up, he realized he was lying on the cold, marble floor, naked and vulnerable.Shane scrambled to his feet, his heart racing as he took in the sight of the luxurious bathroom. The walls were adorned with intricate golden patterns, the bathtub was a pristine white with delicate claw feet, and the mirror above the sink was framed with ornate carvings. The fittings were all of the highest quality, clearly imported goods from far-flung lands..“Where is this place?” he asked himself.As he surveyed his surroundings with a mix of confusion and awe, Shane's mind raced with questions. How had he ended up in this lavish bathroom? And more importantly, who was he?He stumbled over to
In the park, the course of discourse between the Mahoney brothers, Jameson the billionaire strolled alongside his trusted attorney, Sean, and Wilson, the present best attorney and a seasoned hunter respectively.Wilson also brought allies, allies who were a team of skilled hunters disguised as police officers to guard Jameson and Sean.Little did they know that their peaceful walk would soon be disrupted by the arrival of Will, Jameson's stepbrother.From shadows amidst the trees, Will emerged from the darkness with his pack of werewolves cleverly disguised as ordinary humans.They swiftly surrounded the team of Jameson, Sean, Wilson, and the ten hunters, forming a daunting barrier and folding their arms. "You're right, Sean," Wilson confirmed. "He is right," Wilson said and turned to Jameson as he whispered, "They are werewolves."With an air of tension thickening the atmosphere, Will delivered a stern warning to Jameson, demanding that he relinquish control of the park resort they
Sean sat at his desk, exhausted yet determined to see through his ordeals which the media had announced for him. He had seen his name in the news headline as the one topping and dealing with the bad guys of the city.He knew he had garnered enemies already among the ones he had death with, also, the other ones with big bad enterprises would surely be on the lookout for him, waiting for him to strike easily strike to take him out of the way.His recent victories in the courtroom had been sweet, bringing about his rise to the top spot and up on the chart, but not only did it benefit him, but it also added to the mounting dangers he would face.He reached for his phone and dialled Wilson's number, hoping his friend could offer some guidance and assistance."Ring, ring, ring..." The phone buzzed on the other end until Wilson finally answered. "Hey Sean, what's going on?" Wilson asked, concern lacing his voice."Wilson, I need to talk to you. It's urgent." Sean's tone was hushed, conveyi
In the esteemed courtroom of Johnson County, Attorney Sean stood firmly at the centre of attention, effortlessly exuding confidence and gravitas. This time around, he was the voice of justice, defending the rights of the common man against the oppressive actions of Mr. Drew Mclin, a wealthy and powerful industrialist accused of exploiting and extorting his workers. The memories of the court case as well as his impart in the past hearings had all returned to him and he could remember all, including the bribe that was offered to him so as to drop the charges against the billionaire.The court was abuzz with anticipation as Sean meticulously laid out the evidence against the billionaire with the utmost precision. With each document presented, he painted a vivid picture of the injustices committed by Mr. Mclin and his empire. Sean's voice boomed through the grand chamber, echoing off the ornately decorated walls."Ladies and gentlemen of the court," Sean declared, "Today we unmask the t
After Sean realized that he and Jameson were onto supernatural forces of the werewolves and pack, he returned to the hunters' stronghold of hunters to meet his friend, Wilson and tell him how he had been weary from his recent endeavours and also ask for help. As he approached, he was greeted by the familiar sight of Wilson, his trusted friend and hunter. It had been weeks since they had last seen each other. Just a day after Sean picked up the new role and identity and they were eager to catch up."Wilson!" Sean called out, a smile spreading across his face. "It's good to see you again."Wilson turned around, a wide grin matching Sean's. "Sean! You always manage to find your way back to us. How has your journey been?"Sean exhaled deeply, grateful for the opportunity to share his experiences. "It's been quite the adventure, my friend. I've faced numerous challenges and encountered entities that tested my resolve. But I wouldn't trade it for anything."Wilson's eyes shifted towards a
In the tense courtroom, the air crackled with anticipation as barrister Sean prepared to defend his client against the heinous accusations of kidnapping and drug trafficking.The defendant, Don Razor, a mafia boss was rumoured to be a vicious criminal with a dangerous past, having attempted to take Sean's life on a previous occasion. Undeterred by this threat, Sean steeled himself for the challenging trial ahead. With the installation of Sean's mind and ability, he was reminded of the case and how far he had gone on it. He also knew that the case was dangerous and that it involved a mafia boss, but there was no going back. As the proceedings commenced, the prosecution presented their case with fervour, painting a grim picture of a ruthless criminal empire ruled by Don Razor.They spoke of kidnapped children forcibly involved in the drug trade, a dark world that no child should ever witness, let alone participate in. The jury listened with rapt attention, their eyes wide with disbeli
As Sean and Jameson arrived at the park that Jameson wanted to show him, Sean realized that the park was something worth fighting for as it went as far as his eyes could see. He turned to face Jameson, "This is great," he said. Jameson together with Sean was accompanied by five law agents who were given the duty to defend Jameson and Sean at all cost expressed his lack of trust in his brother, fearing a potential attack. "Thank you for being my attorney in this deadly case," Jameson said with gratitude, acknowledging Sean's commitment. Sean nodded, understanding the seriousness of the situation they were about to embark on.Walking side by side, guarded by the five security agents, Jameson spoke passionately about his contributions to the community. He believed these efforts would shed a positive light on his character and ultimately bolster his case. Their conversation unfolded as they strolled through the park."The community means a great deal to me," Jameson began, his voice fill
Sean entered his house after meeting with Jameson Mahoney. His head and heart were heavy with worry.His adopted son, Ethan, was sitting on the couch, engrossed in a book. The little boy glanced up and his face immediately lit up with relief at the sight of his father. Sean felt a pang of guilt for having kept him waiting and wondered how Ethan had been coping all this time."Hey, buddy," Sean said, trying to infuse a sense of cheer into his voice. "Sorry, I'm late. Got caught up with something. Did you have a good day?"Ethan nodded, smiling shyly. "Yeah, it was okay. I missed you though." His words were soft, but the longing was evident. "Why is dirt on your clothes?" the little boy asked and pointed to the stained parts of the suit."I ran into some dirty thugs and they stained me. That's it," Sean answered.Sean's heart melted as he pulled Ethan into a tight hug. "I missed you too, buddy. I promise I'll try not to be late again. Let's do something fun tonight, okay?"Ethan's eyes
Shawn blinked his eyes, trying to adjust to the dimly lit surroundings of the deep and cold forest floor.His head felt heavy, and as he reached up to touch it, his fingertips brushed against a plastic covering.Panic surged through him as he became unable to breathe and quickly realized a polythene bag was wrapped tightly around his head, obstructing his ability to breathe. With a rush of adrenaline, he ripped the nylon off and gasped for air, his heartbeat pounding in his ears.As he glanced around, confusion etched itself onto his face. Why was he here on the floor of the forest, dressed in a suit, all alone and with a polythene bag around his head? His mind offered answers, he must have died; he must have been killed on the spot and his body had been left to rot.And whose ID card was this? Shawn asked himself and he inspected the card in his hands and discovered that his name was no longer Shawn but Sean Mahoney, an attorney. A wave of disbelief washed over him as he grappled w