The Fugitives: There's always a plan

Prison Visit

Melvin was at his lowest point during the combat and this was a great break to take down Melvin once and for all, but Scott was thinking meticulously not to fall into Melvin's traps again.

Scott was almost killed two years ago after the news about the unknown terrorist; Melvin Otani hogged the media for a very long time. Conspiracies towards Melvin's downfall were almost carried out before someone from the inside leaked information and that only didn't compromise the whole plan but centralized Scott as the major target by Melvin's squad and killers contracted by Melvin.

Going against the government protocol and attacking Melvin almost got him killed, even though he nearly conquest. Melvin took to his kneels as usual, Scott chased him until Melvin had just one option left. 

Surrender or die.

It was at that moment that everything was about to end before an abrupt covering fire was opened against Scott. Someone on the inside was definitely working with Melvin, and it was obvious when the squad he came with was all against him.

Melvin shot him during the gun fight but was saved by Jones; who came out from nowhere. He owed Jones a lot, but he only accepted that he owed him not because he saved him, but because Jones knew those things Scott was ready to die fighting for to keep secret.

After so much thought, he said,

“We are not chasing Melvin, not today… Let get outta here. I got bigger plans,” they leaped into the SUV and zoomed off alongside the truck, even though there was some repudiations from the squad. They can't do anything than to obey orders.

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“I know you can't outsmart Jones… You know so little,” Holly Minard who was cuffed to a wrought iron at the quarter said.

“Be quiet… You fool,” Melvin howled with total vexation. Holly Minard was still breathing because of her relevance in the findings relating to the conundrum, and she was never ready to throw such relevance into the dustbin.  

“How wish I could.” She winked at him with a low, flagged chortle.

“Behave yourself Minard. Melvin lost some men, not only that. Walter, one of his favorites, is being treated. You don't want to get on his nerves, do you?” Joan, who walked to her, said.

“Do I look like someone that cares. I don't give a fuck!” Minard replied nonchalantly.

“Regardless of what happens, you will always need me. Like I said, You all know very little.” She added.

Realizing how much of importance she was to Melvin brought about this confidence to talk to them without entertaining any form of fear, but that wasn't wholly true as there were some conflicting emotions bringing about negative and unwelcomed spine-chilling, but she couldn't show it, so she had to betray her own emotions by being fearless as they could all be thinking.

Melvin walked bristly towards her, grabbed her by long dark brown hair. Her head snapped back and her scalp burnt at where the root of her hair could tear off.

 “Let go of me, you're hurting me!!” She yelled in pain.

“Then perhaps you ought to find a way to get out of this mess by telling me everything you know about the conundrum because I will not forever entertain your dotty attitudinal qualities.” He gasped the modest bunch of hair as he sent her to her knees. 

“So…? The conundrum!!” He added as he fixed his gaze on her doe-eyes that were laden not just with the pain of getting her hair being tousled but an afflictive past. The latter can't be discerned by someone who knew very little about her.

Holly Minard's was blazing with a tremendous annoyance coupled with undeniable emotional anguish and to save herself from such misery, she had to say something, but lying to Melvin could put her in great danger and telling him the truth about what she knows makes her automatically useless and might not survive the night. She had to play her card well.

“Speak up…!!!” He said with a very loud voice.

“You hurting me… I will talk, just…just let me be, please.” She said with a jiggling voice. Melvin let go off the grip, took some steps forward so that he was standing in front of her with his back facing her.

Her lips were moving erratically, it was like her lips lost control and were blabbing inaudibly about the conundrum. 

What she did next changed everything.

“The erm...the conundrum,”

“Yes…? The conundrum,” Melvin urged without turning his face.

“You will never know anything about it… Trust me, you think the----” She didn't finish before an impacted back slap landed on her, knocking off the daylight from her.

She had been slapped so many times, mostly by her deceased father, but the red burnt of the cheek usually subside, only the burnt created by the shame and urge to retaliate is what is left to haunt her. But that wasn't true for Melvin's. She was knocked off like a light piece of paper macerated in water, and the reverberations of the slap made her face blood vessels to be widened, creating a red cheek.

All she felt was a prickle in her neck. A needle finding its way into her neck, but she couldn't discern what exactly was going on. 

She tried to concentrate to be able to fathom everything happening, but a broad hand covered her eyes and her mind was so weak that she was self-possessed with a long slumber.

****

Jones and Daniel already flew out to Atlanta after he gave out the location to Scott. They have to leave not because of Melvin, but because of the message Holly Minard conveyed with the help of the morse code.

 The message was a just a password with 'EMAL' added to it and Jones was able to figure it to be an email and the email account the password was meant for since he knew her non-business email.

The message on the email was for her twin brother in prison in Atlanta. Who Jones believed to be framed, but no one believed him, nor even their dead parents. 

Luckily, Holly Minard did believe in him and most of the proofs Jones didn't know about were all there.

But the most triggering part of it all was when she pleaded with Jones to save him with any legal means he could possibly provide.

Arriving at the Atlad prison.....

A wireless partition separated Jones from Gaston. The bleak and gloomy face of Gaston caused Jones to attain a level of melancholy and despair countenance. The unsettling emotions roaming among these two brothers were enough to cause a teary-eye.

Gaston exhaled as he spoke out with a plaintive tone.

“You finally came,”

“Yeah… I came…" He gave out a short breath as he continued. “I'm sorry… Sorry for everything, sorry for not being there all these while.”

“Hey… I don't hold that against you, just erm... Be Good, okay?” Gaston said with the lingering sadness in his eyes. 

“How's Holly Minard... I mean uh… Kent,” The thought of his twin sister quelled the tumult of his already dead soul. Holly Minard was his twin sister, while Jones was their subsequent brother.

“Yeah Kent…. Holly Minard is the fake name she's using.” Jones said.

“I know… Just don't call her Kent for safety purpose. How's she??” Gaston asked.

“She… Uh, sh…she was kidnapped,” he said with the brim of tears hovering around his golden brown eyes.

“The conundrum,” Gaston gave out a mournful breath.

“Listen to me, you have to find a means to save her, please do and don't seek to perceive anything about the conundrum, stay off it, please.” He said as he raised his cuffed hands towards him.

“She told me everything about the funds that got me through my academic field of study, thank you. I never got to say that. I never got to thank you enough for taking a loan just to send me to school. Standing for me when our parents weren't there. Thank you!.” He said with a pleasant voice as he wrapped Gaston's hands with his left palm.

“And erm... I spoke with your lawyer about….” Jones didn't finish before he interrupted,

“The motion will forever be denied!”

“Yeah… It was denied, but we can try again.” Jones said.

“No… There is no need, it will forever be denied. That's it, three months from now, uh… that's when I will be executed.” He stated as the buzzing sound came, indicating time up for visiting hours.

“I didn't do it, Jones, I didn't kill the attorney general.” Gaston said as the police officer on the podium walked towards him.

“I believed you before, and I still do. The evidence says you do. But you know what, I don't care what that fabricated evidence says. I will get you out of here, I promise.” He said with a silky voice.

“Give me two months, please, just two months.” Gaston only nodded affirmatively as the police escorted him to his cell.

There's no legal means to get Gaston out of prison within two months unless he had a plan as usual.

“I am taking down the system!!” He said with anger as he exited the prison.