It took just an hour drive from the quarter to the safe house, as Alan put it. It was actually a safe house designed for Ty and his men. Ty was a semi-professional boxer, who was so carefree and bossy in behavior, but that didn't change him when Jones contracted him. His loyalty preceded him, and Jones valued loyalty above all.“Come on… You don't give up, hit harder,” Ty urged the two boxers in the boxing ring.“Who do you suggest to be the winner?” Alan asked as he sat close to Ty.Ty pointed at the burly guy whose skin was almost blue with tattoos. “He's gonna win as usual.” The other guy sparring in the ring had a clean skin with a pigtail hair. The sound of leather smacking hard and the cheer-on from other guys echoing in the vast space that early morning woke Holly Minard up. She wasn't sleeping with so much comfort, so any little distraction was a full distraction.“Hello Minard,” Ty greeted when she walked towards the boxing ring.“How are feeling?” He asked.“Uhm… Not bad, j
Alan quickly took his cellphone and dialed Jones' number. It wasn't going through, and it had nothing to do with network coverage, but one couldn't tell if not told. Ty walked towards them and handed a card to Alan.“Take this… Use this number,” Ty said, and gave him a card that had a foreign number on it. Alan just nodded and took the card.Ring!!!!“GJ on the online, what's the emergency?” Jones answered. This was the emergency line provided only for emergency cases and this was nothing other than being an emergency case.“Hey Jones… It's me, and I'm with Holly Minard, and we were ---”“Everything is fine…???” Jones asked with a hushed voice.With Alan's skittishly breaths, he answered,“No… no, we are not fine, Melvin traced us to the safe house, We are under attack.”“How's Minard?” He asked, but Holly Minard didn't allow Alan to answer before she yanked the cellphone from him and said.“We're completely surrounded, Melvin's guys are here, and uhm… Everything is… I don't know what
The rasp of the metal door opened slowly on its hinges, followed by a squeaking produced by the metal bob swinging back and forth. The high-pitched sound of the swinging metal bob de-escalated as Melvin's guys steal in. When Alan got there, the metal door was already ripped off and smoke filled the air, with a non-stopping fire, making it difficult for Alan to see his target. It was a chaotic and dangerous situation, with bullets whizzing past and ricocheting off metal surfaces.There were lifeless bodies on the ground when visibility was restored. Alan, who was behind a pillar that connected to the entryway leading to the stairwell, came out with his pistol ready to pull the trigger, if necessary. He moved surreptitiously towards the boxing ring. Well, he was wondering why there was a sudden break in the gun shots. A slightly overweight guy lunged at Alan as he drew closer to the boxing ring, but he quickly darted to the left and unleashed a devastating punch to his chin with his e
TWO MONTH LATER….It was a sunny morning in the bustling city of Oakland in Atlanta, and the streets were as busy as ever. People were hurrying to their jobs, students were rushing to their schools, and the city was alive with the sounds of honking cars and chattering crowds.Jones met his gopher in a red sedan car, a ringer already fitted with false plates. “Everything is set," Daniel stated.“Okay… Look behind, that car,” he said, pointing towards a black jeep behind them. “Use it and initiate the next plan.” “Erm…Oh, yeah, the next plan… The next plan, uh…"“Leave… That's the next plan.” He said with all seriousness. “Hey papi... This might not go your way, and I really don't….” He didn't finish before Jones interrupted.“Hey hey… Knock if off, You don't have to worry about anything. Just do as I say. Alright?"“Yeah… Do as you say, not do as you do.” Daniel got out of the car, he wore a black hoodie with a large kangaroo pocket at the front and a tight-fitting headdress creati
Melody hurled herself into his arm. Despite the cuffs on his hands, he was able to anticipate the hug. He felt like airing everything out to her, but the thought of ruining things struck him, and the only thing he could think of that moment was the romantic replays he believed Gaston had with Melody.“Do you still love him… Gaston,” Jones whispered to her. She stalled a little and laggardly loose her firm clasped.“Jones… I know you don't have a violence blood. You're not Gaston, so why are you doing this??,” Jones knew she was trying to evade his question. So he asked again.“Do you still love Gaston?” Despite Jones anticipation, she didn't say a word.“I will take your silence for a yes.”“And.uhm… all of these... ...” He exhaled sharply and continued. “There's nothing you can do about it, but there is a help you can render. Find whoever is trying to bury Gaston”“There is no one trying to bury him, the evidence was real. He killed the attorney general.”“No… The evidence was cooke
They wobbled as they joined other inmates in a single file, taking one more step, but it was the last one they might take as free men. With a trembling sigh, Jones lifted his leg and planted his foot down on the other side of the wall as they were herded by two armed guards. It might just been his imagination, but the sound of the footsteps seemed to resonate around the room as the burly guard made some derogatory remark about the prison. “This is Atlad Penitentiary, A place beneath hell.” It was the same guard that almost killed the spooked prisoner transported with Jones. Indeed, he was acting to what was seen on his face: MURDERThe guard continued blabbing some murderous phrases as he guarded the group through a metal door on one wall.Everyone was still like the waves of an ocean creeping steadily towards the shore, even murderers, thieves, and gangsters were all listening. It was obvious that he was the magnate of the prison. Meanwhile, Jones didn't give much to all he was sa
Jones getting himself into prison wasn't the best option as it seems, but it was almost the best option in saving Gaston. The conundrum controls everything, the powerful security council, the courts and almost all judges secretly worked for the conundrum. And getting to pass a crime will involve a judge, whose judgement had already been compromised.Was it really true that Gaston killed the attorney general? Or he was framed? Whatever the truth may be, Jones was only interested in one thing. Breaking Gaston out.“Fish…" Jones' cellmate said as he sprang his head from the top of the bunk.“I forgot to introduce myself earlier… Kenny's my name.” He said. “Always thought it sound better than Kendrick. You Gene right?”“Yeah… Jones,” He replied, not quite ready to abandon his first name.“Hmm Gene Jones.” Kenny shoved himself from the bunk and landed gracefully on the cell floor.“Your sins caught you? Of course, they did, and everyone's gonna pay for their sins someday.” Kenny said, but
Kenny was still confused about what Jones said. He chuckled and said.“What a joker are you.”“Do this face look like someone joking.” Jones unsmiling face backed that up.“You don't get it. Every inmate in here would love to be close to him. Come on man. Who got the guts if not him.” Kenny said, while putting on a sassy face.“But I'm not everybody.” Jones stated with a serious face.“That man killed the attorney general. Who does that?” Kenny's sassy face started abrading.“That's what they made you believe.” Jones said, but It sounded incredulous since the evidence that got Gaston to a death sentence was what everyone believed in.“That's what it is, Jones. That man is a murderer.” Kenny said.“But that doesn't change the fact that he's my brother.” “I heard you got busted for armed robbery. Same as me, but you see Gag the stone, Is more dangerous because he gat nothing to lose.” Kenny said as Jones walked towards the cell gate with both of his hands in his pockets.“Gag the stone