“Where is she?”Jordan jerked his head up from the document he was trying to concentrate on and blinked up at his cousin. His very unexpected cousin.“Chione?” he called in confusion.“Good to see you too, cuz,” Chione answered absentmindedly before she sat down abruptly in the chair in front of Jordan’s desk. Then she pointed towards the door and asked again in a near-whisper, “Where is she?”“Where is who?” Jordan asked as he rubbed hard at his forehead, where a raging headache was currently brewing. Nothing made sense. Just like the sudden disappearance of his so-called assistant-slash-rookie. “Laura? You must have seen...” He looked sharply at her inquisitive face and asked, “Wait, what are you doing here? Did you take a leave? I am sure it is not yet time for your annual leave. Do your parents know you are here? Why are you even here, Chi?” he asked rapidly, his confusion mounting.“Wow, slow down, 'dad'. Will you?” Chione said with a grin, the anxious look on her face gone for a
“Apache is Dreadlord?”Chione nodded before she bit into her juicy burger. The sauce slipped off the sides, and she swiped it with her finger, then licked it off before she gave Jordan her full attention. “You and many others know him as Dreadlord. I know that Dreadlord is the same man as Apache Isacchar, your assistant’s..."“Father. Yes, yes, I get that. How did you know, though?”Jordan wondered as he looked at his cousin in amazement. Even he just discovered recently that Dreadlord is the current leader of all the crime rings in Baleria and beyond. He was hoping that Dickson would lead him to the man. And Chione just happen to know the man’s name and who he was related to?“Remember the nickname I earned in college?” Chione asked with a grin as she popped a chip in her mouth.“Cat?” Jordan asked testily, wondering how that had anything to do with the current issue.“Wrong again. Eagle Eye. That was what I was called. I didn’t earn that nickname for nothing. There was a reason for i
Mollie was not in the house when they arrived.She was pacing in agitation in front of the office building with the office phone in her hand. She rushed forward as fast as her legs would allow as the car barreled into the driveway.“Thank God you are here. I forgot the new emergency number again,” she said anxiously as Jordan parked the car.“Speed-dial 5,” Jordan answered automatically. “What happened?”“You need to see for yourself. She wouldn’t open her eyes,” she answered as she dialled the emergency number.Jordan and Chione rushed inside. “What the fuck?” Chione yelled as Jordan took in the devastation of what had once been his pristine firm.Every furniture in the offices was upended. Some broken. Books from the library were thrown about. Jordan’s experiments and inventions were all smashed to nothing. The computers were gouged with the figurines that Laura kept on her table. It was a total massacre. Amidst all the chaos, Laura lay in an uncomfortable angle. She was unconscious
Limping badly and scarred-faced, Maria went through the door of the storehouse that one of the men standing outside it held open for her. “Thank you,” she said before she passed through. Valencia thought that her dehydration was finally making her lose it when she heard the voice. Maria couldn’t possibly be there. She looked up and was amazed when she saw that it was really Maria. “Maria?” She licked her parched lips and raised her head higher. “Maria, is that you?” Maria gingerly placed the tray in her hands on the table and quickly went over to pull back the curtains from the shrouded, barred window, then she limped back to Valencia’s side. “It is me, miss. It is me” she said with tears in her eyes. Valencia’s eyes widened and her excitement dimmed when she saw the huge, ugly scar that covered most of her right cheek “Your…face. What happened to your face, Maria?” she asked instantly, hoping that it was not what she thought. Yet she knew. Maria turned her face away from Valenci
Jordan got more than he expected from his cousin’s jotter.He did not just get the address but he got the full intel about the location and every other thing he needed to know about the layout of Isacchar’s home and headquarters of his operations. Jordan was awed by what he got just from decoding the shorthand on his cousin’s jotter and he understood that he had truly undermined his cousin’s prowess. Though he doubted that she could have gotten that much information while she was in Rova; he was more than grateful to have that with him.He tucked the jotter away again and looked over at the man who was currently struggling to get rid of the duct tape on his hands and mouth. He kept shaking his head wildly and making gestures to be set free.Jordan rolled his eyes and leaned over to rip the duct tape from his mouth. “You will not get away from this!” Lance Dickson shouted as soon as his mouth was free. “You will be arrested! You will be punished for kidnapping an officer of the law. I
“That was a great performance, Maria. You can go now.”Valencia shook her head slightly as she woke groggily from the sleep that had suddenly snuck up on her. Her father? Maria? She thought she was dreaming, but by the time she blinked hard and concentrated on the foggy figures in the room, she realized that she was not alone, as she had been for days. There were others.“Yes, sir,” She heard Maria say as the latter bowed to her father and turned to leave.“Maria?” Valencia called uncertainly. Her mouth felt leaden, and her throat felt as if it were stuffed with wet cotton.Maria didn’t say anything as she glanced at Valencia, then she quickly looked away and left the room.Valencia grew more confused. Why was Maria acting like that? Has she called Jordan? Would he be coming? What is her father's name? Her father! Her mind cleared when she remembered that she had heard his voice.“Dad?” Valencia called when she turned her head and saw the man that Bastion and Maria had told her was be
“Glad you finally decided to join us, little punk.” Jordan heard as he woke up the second time. He was getting pissed off for repeatedly being knocked out. After being knocked out on the verge of the huge shock he was dealt earlier, he was just coming out of his unconscious state when he felt another blow to his head again and he went under.This time around, he had no idea if he would be allowed to stay awake or if another blow would send him back into an unconscious state. When he concentrated fully on the man sitting in the cane chair in front of him; he guessed he might be allowed to stay awake this time after all. He seemed ready to talk this time around. The bastard that Jordan had always held in high esteem. The man he had been in touch with, long after he had left the force. Rtd. ASP Allan Dexter.The man grinned unapologetically as he said “I can see that you have finally processed this. Go ahead then. Ask all the questions running about in that smart head of yours. I can’t
“So, you see,” Apache Isachar continued conversationally. “You are a problem. You are like, What is it called again? Yes, you are like a ticking bomb. a headache that wouldn’t go away. Just like your father.”When Jordan wanted to say something again, Apache raised his hand and said, “Did you learn nothing earlier? I know. I know you are dying to know about what happened to your dad. Don’t worry. I will literally grant you all your wishes. I will tell you about him. Then you will die. Kind of fitting.” He added with a smile.Then his smile turned into a sneer as he looked at him. “You. I saw potential in you and put Dickson on your case. If only you had not been so bullheaded, just like your father, this story could have ended differently. Sadly, you are your father’s son, and you will receive the same end as him. Well, too bad.”Apache stood up suddenly and moved quietly like a panther toward Jordan. “I mean, you even made me tell you that sob story on the day you had the guts to tell