According to Riptide's request, Bruce followed to the homicidal scene and they walked in. The chilly night air filled the desolate site, adding an eerie ambience to the already grim atmosphere. Bruce, determined but cautious, walked a few steps behind Riptide, his eyes fixed on the mysterious figure. He couldn't trust Riptide completely, sensing a lurking danger that could arise from behind. Riptide had exposed his aim to hunt Agent Payne in the past and he could still do it. Feeling Bruce's scepticism, Riptide turned to face him, a wry smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I know you're being cautious, Agent Payne," he began, his voice laced with a hint of sinister amusement, "but I've had agents as my victims in the past. If I want to play with you, I know exactly how to do it – not by bringing you here on your terms. We are partners, believe!"Bruce nodded, digesting Riptide's words carefully. The killer had a reputation for being cunning and elusive, never leaving a trace
The following day, as Bruce had planned, he placed a call to Riptide and he was given another club as their rendezvous. The club buzzed with the murmurs of conversation and the distant sound of music. Bruce sat at a corner table, casting occasional glances towards the entrance as he waited for Riptide to arrive.Finally, Riptide joined Bruce on his table and sat before him. He appeared in his masquerading attire as a reporter with a briefcase, a camera around his neck and some sheets of paper.With a slight nod, he approached the table, taking a seat across from him. The dim lighting played upon Riptide's face, emphasizing his mysterious demeanour.Bruce cleared his throat, breaking the silence. "Good to see you, Agent Payne. Thanks for agreeing to meet."Bruce's voice carried a low, steady tone. "Likewise, Riptide. I'm always open to intriguing propositions." Bruce leaned back, his eyes locked with Riptide's. "I've been thinking about this alliance, and I believe we have the potentia
Riptide sat in his van, parked in the silent darkness of the garage. His hands rested firmly on the wheel as he dialled Luke Cartwright's number.After a few rings, Luke ended the call abruptly. Riptide understood that Luke must have been busy and waited patiently for his return call. It was his style, a way to keep secrets from his family. A short while later, Luke called back and Riptide wasted no time in answering the call. "Luke, I have obtained crucial information about the map that you have been searching for."Riptide also informed Luke that he was currently at the garage. Without hesitation, Luke replied that he would come immediately.As Riptide patiently waited for Luke's arrival, he decided to place a call to Bruce. Bruce answered the call, and Riptide wasted no time in relaying the news of Luke's impending arrival. He made it clear that he expected Bruce to fulfil his part by attempting to locate the map as soon as possible.Just five minutes later, Luke's figure appeared
The room was cloaked in an air of anticipation, more silence hanging heavily in the dimly lit space. Bruce and Riptide, donning matching cat masks, stood as sentinels, their gaze fixed on Luke Cartwright, who was slowly regaining consciousness. The resounding click of Luke's awakening jolted him back to reality.Awareness flooded Luke's senses after a twitch and he opened his eyes. His visions were blurred and he instinctively tried to bring his hands to his face, only to be met with the resistance of tightly bound restraints.Panic gripped him, his heart pounding against his chest like a drum determined to break free. His eyes darted around the room, taking in the presence of Riptide and another unidentified figure."What! Where am I?" Luke asked. Riptide, with a sinister smile curling on his lips, spoke in a low, measured tone, betraying the simmering intensity that lay beneath his calm demeanour. "Agent Payne, Luke is awake," he declared, his eyes locked onto Luke's face. Bruce's
As Bruce and Riptide arrived at the mall, their mission was clear. Bruce took charge of the conversation, introducing himself as government Agent Liam Payne and displaying his ID card.Riptide, on the other hand, presented his ID card as Robert Lawson, a reporter and aid to the detective. Their ploy seemed to be working as they convinced the secretary of their authority.The secretary, taken aback by the situation, hesitated for a moment. "I... I understand that you're here to search Mr Cartwright's office, but I still need to confirm this with my boss," she said, eyeing Bruce's ID card and looking sporadically at Riptide who posed as the reporter. Bruce took a step closer, maintaining an air of confidence. "I'm afraid your boss, Mr Luke Cartwright, is currently in custody. He knew we are here, he knew what we wanted and this is an urgent matter, and we need to proceed immediately. We have all the necessary clearance to search his office. See for yourself."Slightly convinced, the se
Riptide and Bruce stood face to face in the dimly lit garage, the hum of Bruce's car filling the background. Riptide, filled with curiosity, couldn't help but question Bruce's actions."What are you doing, Agent Payne?" Riptide inquired, his gaze locked onto Bruce's unwavering expression.Bruce met Riptide's eyes, his own filled with a mix of expectations and doubt. "Nothing," he replied, his voice steady. "There's no need to worry. We've obtained what we came for."Bruce awaited a hostile shot from Riptide. He could see that Riptide seemed hurt and was wearing a betrayed look since he got the locket from the safe. Riptide's voice carried a hint of urgency. "Why are you holding on to the locket? That was my part, I get the locket, you get the map. "But why did you have to take that risk? Bruce asked. "If we're discovered to be arguing about who's getting the locket and reported, we'll be locked up until Luke is found. It's too dangerous."Riptide kept staring. Bruce's demeanour rem
In the grand office of the Wild Club, Governor Dean Salvatore, an old man confined to a wheelchair, sat at the head of a long table.After a while, a man walked in and bowed slightly before Governor Dean, "Sorry, father, there was an urgent matter to attend to downstairs," he said and sat at the wave of Dean's hand, beside Xander. On either side of him, Governor Dean's four sons took their places, facing each other. Lucian and Damien, who were twins sat beside each other. They were dressed in dark jackets that revealed their chests and muscular arms. A similar tattoo of a wolf was etched on their arms and they had a twin locket around their neck. They were the eldest. Darius, the middle son, exuded an air of confidence despite his tense demeanour as a werewolf. He was concerned with the official style and the life he was leading as a club owner and he was strut in a suit. And finally, Xander, the youngest of the four, sat quietly, observing the scene with a contemplative expression.
Through the dimly lit forest, the van carrying Xander and the Wild pack rumbled along, the anticipation heavy in the air.He sat in the front of the first van, his eyes up and towards the lightning in the sky, he could tell that it was from a heavy fire. The van jerked to a halt as they reached the outskirts of the beach outpost, its area ablaze with menacing fire creating a wall around the territory. The sight sent a shiver down Xander's spine, knowing it would be a dangerous encounter. As the pack members alighted from the vehicle, Xander stood before them looking at their eyes. They gathered before him and set their eyes on him. It was the culture, but he could tell that they were not with him. "Cast away your grievances, my brothers and sisters," he implored. "I know that you may not follow me as your leader, that you may not want me nor trust me. I don't want this either. I won't be here. But the grand alpha commanded it. I can't say no."He paused a while, trying to find the i