“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
“Please, promise me that they will make sure he gets out first before they go all in. I think you need to tell your men again or let me just go with them. I am a cop in Rova. I have my badge, and I can protect him in there. I should be going in with them. I know Jordan. They don’t” Chione said rapidly as she turned to face the man beside her.Holt Hendrick, the aggrieved governor of Baleria removed the binoculars in his hands and looked pensively at Chione.”Who is this again, Todd”Todd Hendrick rolled his eyes before he answered without looking up from his laptop “You know who she is, Uncle. Chione? The reason we have the initial intel? My friend. Repetition is not my thing you know. Keep up, uncle”Holt nodded without taking his eyes off Chione. “Listen, miss. I have as much stake in this as you do. Well, more. Actually. This state has a lot of stake in this. In case you have not read the news, I lost my family. God knows it was the only thing they could talk about for months. This
The door burst open and Valencia tripped over her feet as someone pushed her. She fell to the floor and looked up in fright at her father and Jordan. Sandra followed her in with a gun pointed at her.“She was snooping around, babe. Tried to swipe my phone” Sandra said without lowering her gun as Valencia stood up slowly.Jordan had no idea what was going on. Why was Valencia being treated like that even though she was part of them? He knew he shouldn't feel any empathy towards her, after all, she betrayed him. Yet, he couldn't help but wonder.“Is that so, girl?” Apache asked as he motioned for Sandra to bring his daughter over. “I am not your girl” Valencia spat out. “You are not the father that I thought I knew. The man I know will never do all those vile things. You can drop the pretence and just kill me the way you killed your other child!" she sneered.Fleeting surprise crossed Apache's face before he said "Oh, I see that Sandra is correct. You have been snooping. Where the hell
Slowly but surely, peace returned to Baleria. It was not an easy task and it took the government over a year before they could decide to stop the influx of special agents they had to keep sending to Baleria to keep the peace.The death of Apache seemed to be like the death of a god to the miscreants of Baleria and its environs. Some of them resorted to retaliation and for months, it was more of a common occurrence on the streets of Baleria for rapid gunshots to resound all of a sudden in the wake of their crazed attempt to deliver a payback to anyone whom they believed had a hand in his death.Jordan escaped assassination twice and Valencia had to be taken under the wings of the secret service working for President Kalani. Jordan convinced Chione to go back to Rova before the heat heightened. Though she only went back to take a lengthy leave before coming back to join her cousin in the fight against the vermin that had penetrated every thread of Baleria and its neighbouring cities.Jor
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Sept. 1998 Young and belligerent seventeen years old Jordan stood with his arms crossed around his body as he face off with his father at the Baleria International Airport. “I just said that I do not want to go. I will not go. You can’t make me” he repeated as he had been doing in the past five days since his father had informed him that he was leaving the country for his maternal uncle’s place in Rova. Stupid Rova that he heard they don’t speak English. How was he supposed to survive there? How would he cope? How would he make friends? Was he supposed to leave his friends here to go make friends with sheep on his uncle’s ranch? Who still does ranching as a full-time occupation again anyway? Stupid ranch! Stupid cows! Stupid Unc… No, he couldn’t really call his uncle stupid, even though he did not know the man well enough he had been nice enough to him the last time he and his family came to Baleria. When his Maman died. Jordan had been nine years old then and Maman was sick for a