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The Hidden Heir CHAPTER NINE
The room was dimly lit, casting long shadows that made it feel as if the very air held tension. Mr. Smith was growing visibly frustrated. He had gathered his most trusted henchmen, essential pieces in the dangerous game they played, when their call seemed to take forever, it made him very uncomfortable. The leader of this tough gang, with a face showing deep frustration, allowed his annoyance to fill the room. He kept walking back and forth, his impatience was clear from his restless movements, and his fingers drummed on the table. He said, "fuck! How could we have lost him." His voice was full of irritation and pain. As he voiced his disappointment, his gang members exchanged worried glances, sharing the unease their leader felt. They weren't used to failing, and their mission was so close to being successful. They started to talk about how they had almost captured Ryan, the person they were after. Their initial confidence had now faded due to the strange turn of events. One gan
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The silence in the room was so cold that they could hear their heartbeat, making everything feel even more profound. The henchmen all focused on their leader, waiting for him to respond to Mr. Smith. The leader took a deep breath, more like engaging himself in a breathing exercise just to calm himself before speaking."Mr. Smith," he began, his voice carrying a hint of nervousness, who wouldn’t be nervous? Only those who don't know how dangerous the almighty Smith is. "We executed the plan perfectly. We had Ryan cornered, just as we had anticipated. It was supposed to be a straightforward operation."As he spoke, Mr. Smith's gaze remained locked onto him, who pressed on despite the growing unease in him. "But then,” he paused, swallowing hard the recollection of the perplexing turn of events still fresh in his mind, he continued, "out of nowhere, sir, a sharp, blinding light, bright enough to blind the eyes engulfed Ryan. It surrounded him, and, I must admit, we couldn't perceive i
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He turned and left the room, his anger still simmering like an unquenchable fire.But then, he turned back with a stern glare, his voice commanding and unwavering, "Dismissed! I demand results, and you have 48 hours to scour every nook and cranny of this city and deliver to me the lifeless likeness of Ryan, our elusive target." The henchmen felt the heavy burden of their mistake. They knew they had a huge task ahead, and the reminder of their failure hung over them like a shadow they couldn't shake.As the echo of Mr. Smith's receding footsteps diminished down the dim corridor, the henchmen exchanged uneasy glances, acutely aware of the gravity of their situation. Their leader, a portrait of unyielding determination etched upon his face, took the helm. "We understand the path that lies ahead. It's time to regroup and put the revised plan into action. There's no room for mistakes this time."In unison, heads nodded a silent but resolute pledge to uphold the weighty responsibility that
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“Smart move” “In some ways, I feel I should have actually done the job myself,” Roberts mused, a wry smile playing at the corners of his lips. “There would be a trace,” Smith said. “I still do not trust these guys with this task. We’ve been using them doesn’t mean they are good enough for this.” He sighed, frustration creasing his brow.“Now that Ryan is aware we’re after him, what if he tries something drastic? Do you think he’ll still be staying at the same location, considering he managed to escape an attempted murder?” he added, his concern etched across his face.Smith sighed. “Whoops! I’m as confused and worried as you are.”“Roberts, we need to stand together in this. We can do it.” Smith said. In that confined and heavy room, they shared a common purpose. To triumph, they needed to solve the riddle that had shattered their already crafted plans and led them to an unknown end. Who came for Ryan?It was a risky path, but they had no alternative. They were guilty of a lot and
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As Ryan slowly regained consciousness, he heard a soothing voice that gently welcomed him, pulling him out of the hazy fog of unconsciousness. Everything around him felt strange, and he was overwhelmed by a deep sense of confusion. With a trembling voice, he asked, "Where am I? How did I end up here?" His words were filled with uncertainty as he struggled to understand his situation. The person who spoke to him, a reassuring figure in the dimly lit room, calmly introduced himself, saying, "I'm Evans, and you can call me your savior." "Savior?" Ryan repeated, his brow furrowing. "Yes, savior. You can call me your savior because I saved you," Evans reassured with a kind and gentle smile. Ryan's head throbbed with pain, and his thoughts were a chaotic mess. He knew he needed rest to make sense of the fragments of his memory. "Get some rest," Evans suggested. "We'll talk when you're feeling stronger." Grateful for the offer, Ryan closed his eyes, surrendering to exhaustion. As he d
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Ryan turned back to the demon he woke up to."Stay back! Don't come any closer. Keep your distance, don’t make me hurt you," Ryan warned as he held up a little comb he picked up from Evans’s table, an odd choice for a man's weapon.Mr. Evans couldn't help but drown in laughter. "You know, using a comb for self-defense isn’t quite a good choice, if I were to fight or harm you, I assure you, you won't be needing it."Ryan remained cautious. "I don't care. Just keep your distance until you've answered all my questions," he demanded, keeping the comb pointed at Mr. Evans.Mr. Evans, ever calm, nodded. "I'm all ears. Go ahead, ask your questions."With frustration and curiosity, Ryan unleashed a barrage of questions. "First, who are you? I mean, who are you to me? Where are my parents? Why am I here?" The questions spilled out of him in a rush, leaving Mr. Evans momentarily taken aback.Mr. Evans chuckled as he retreated toward the living room, Ryan following closely, still ranting. "You're
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Ryan accepted this, however with some reluctance. He was beginning to realize that he had to be patient, even though every fiber of his being yearned for clarity. Maybe Mr Evans wasn’t a demon after all but some kind of guardian angel.The meal continued in silence for a while, and both of them seemed to be lost in thought. Mr. Evans looked like he was having a whole conversation in his head. “What the hell is this man not saying out loud!” Ryan’s inner being kept screaming. The room seemed to close in on them, increasing the anticipation that hung in the air, on Ryan’s side especially.Ryan, unable to contain his curiosity any longer, finally spoke up. His eyes blinked repeatedly in curiosity. "Mr. Evans, who is the man in the picture frame? The one with the same wristwatch as mine. What's his connection to all of this?"Mr. Evans put down his food once more and considered Ryan's question. “You asked this the other time and I let you understand that it’s not time for revealing the
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Ramen and his men had fanned out across the dark city, with so much determination to find Ryan and put an end to him once and for all. They searched all books and cranny looking for traces of blood to at least locate him. Their loud voices buzzed as they discussed their strategies to bring him down. At that point, any clue would be greatly appreciated."Alright, guys, listen up," Ramen addressed, his voice sounding very authoritative. "We're dealing with a very tough situation at hand tonight and we can’t afford to miss the target this time. We have to find Ryan and find him fast. Mr Smith is a very dangerous man and we all know that. We wouldn’t want to be on his bad side and finding Ryan as soon as possible is the only key to that. Split into teams and cover as much ground as you can, no mistakes please, no mistakes!” He barked frustratedly. They nodded in agreement as rage filled their hearts. One of the boys, tired of all the delay, started searching through the streets viole
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“Why are you so nervous?” Turner asked Ryan who was pacing the floors of his home, sweat running down his back and his breathing a bit chopped.“This is huge, Turner. This is huge!”“But you both are on the same page, right? There’s nothing to be nervous about”“No, the streamers shouldn’t go down that way. And why are they yellow? I don’t want anything yellow.” Ryan said to one of his staff who was hanging up the streamers, not answering Turner.“Okay, you’re one step away from scaring them and making them run for the hills. Come have a drink.” Turner smiled as he stood up and guided Ryan out of the living room and into the dining room.“Why is the cake still out? Shouldn’t it be cooling off in the freezer? It’s not yet time for it to be out.” Ryan commented as he spied the cake with lettering on the counter.“Apparently, this place is off limits too.” Turner added before he dragged him up the stairs. When Ryan protested, Turner stopped at the landing and spoke to him.“Listen, Ryan
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“Why are you so nervous?” Turner asked Ryan who was pacing the floors of his home, sweat running down his back and his breathing a bit chopped.“This is huge, Turner. This is huge!”“But you both are on the same page, right? There’s nothing to be nervous about”“No, the streamers shouldn’t go down that way. And why are they yellow? I don’t want anything yellow.” Ryan said to one of his staff who was hanging up the streamers, not answering Turner.“Okay, you’re one step away from scaring them and making them run for the hills. Come have a drink.” Turner smiled as he stood up and guided Ryan out of the living room and into the dining room.“Why is the cake still out? Shouldn’t it be cooling off in the freezer? It’s not yet time for it to be out.” Ryan commented as he spied the cake with lettering on the counter.“Apparently, this place is off limits too.” Turner added before he dragged him up the stairs. When Ryan protested, Turner stopped at the landing and spoke to him.“Listen, Ryan
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“Greetings.” One of the students who passed by the school greeted me with a bow. Ryan who had been staring at the completed and now functional school building tore his eyes away from it and responded to the student who was already several steps ahead. He looked around to realize that sometime during his gazing, the students had let out for their lunch break. From where he was standing, he could see that some were milling around in the garden and having lunch while some preferred to make use of the outdoor café. He knew and was quite aware that others would be scattered around the indoor cafeteria and different lounges at the different corners of the school. He had decided it was best the students had a wide variety of places to choose from to have lunch. Experience they say is the best teacher, from experience he knew quite well how it felt to suffer through humiliation in the cafeteria and even worse not to have anywhere else to go. This even sponsored his reasons and gladness to
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“Roberts, you never told us how it went on your end.” Lewis said as he popped open another bottle of red wine, poured into his glass and brought it to his lips.“What are you talking about?”“How did the project with Jessica pan out? Was it completed successfully?” Smith asked, irritated at how slow Roberts was being.“Oh, that?” He said flippantly as he swirled the wine in his glass.“The assassin carried out the job without a hitch. He told me that he stabbed her more than 5 times and left her to bleed out in a dark alley. She was taking her last breaths when he left and there was no one in sight to help her so now, we have nothing to worry about because our tracks are clear.”Smith smiled and raised his glass, inviting the other men seated around him to a toast. They celebrated Jessica’s death. Her death meant that there was no one who could point fingers at them especially with Turner one step away from the grave.“Soon, there will be no more obstacles in my way and I will have my
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“Remember that we have to remain calm no matter what he says or does.” Evans said to Ryan as they walked towards the place where they had kept Monroe all the while because he knew Ryan had the propensity to be erratic sometimes.“I know that.” Ryan nodded“Okay, good.”They got to the room and without any hesitation or stopping to think about the decision they had arrived at concerning their hostage, Ryan turned the doorknob to reveal the inside of the room. There, Monroe was, strapped to a bed; his mouth duct taped so he didn’t make a sound and alert anyone. Not like there was a single living soul that could be found for miles but still, it was better to be safe than sorry.“Hello, Monroe. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” Evans asked, as he strolled into the room behind Ryan, a smile on his face.Monroe saw them and began to wrestle with his bindings eager to be out of them. He thrashed and thrashed on the bed while screaming at them or rather attempting to scream at them seeing as th
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She ran like her life depended on it, weaving between parked cars and alleys because it did.She was being chased by someone she didn’t know. She had on Nike shorts and a plain black tank top with her hair in rollers looking like she was about to go to bed because that was what she had been trying to do when she heard a crash from outside her bedroom door, down the hall from the toilet.When she crept out, she saw a shadow from under the door because the light was still on and she hightailed it out of there, hoping to get a bat or something to defend herself. However, when she saw a big, burly guy coming to her with a knife, she took off outside the house, to save herself.She was still running, looking back at intervals to see where he was. Previously, she was several steps ahead with a large gap between them but the last time she looked back, she saw that he was way closer. She cursed her luck at not keeping in shape with her body when she finally had enough money to afford a gym
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Ryan walked into the hotel where he was meeting Smith and went straight to the receptionist who was all smiles.“Good morning.” He greeted her before letting her know that he was supposed to be meeting with Mr. Smith and wanted directions to the private meeting room Smith had asked to be met at. It was a new upscale hotel that was the rave of town. It was no surprise that Smith had chosen the hotel for them to meet because it was a neutral ground as neither of them had shares in the hotel though there were rumors that Smith planned to acquire it. After all, he liked the way it was growing rapidly. “The maître d’hôtel will be here to escort you shortly. I will just place a call to him now.” The receptionist said after confirming his identity and checking that indeed Smith had reserved the private meeting room.Ryan nodded and took a seat in the lounge as she asked. He was not seated for long before the maitre d’hôtel appeared to take him to the meeting room. He stood up and after adj
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One Hundred And Fifty Nine
“What exactly are you saying to me? I don’t understand all the medical terms you just mentioned.” Jessica said as she looked at the doctor from her seat at her mother’s side. The doctor blinked at her slowly.“Let’s have this conversation outside, please.” His voice was almost a whisper as he directed her outside the room her mother was lying in and then began to explain what he had said earlier in clearer terms.“What I am telling you is that your mother has no chance of living anymore. From her prognosis, she has at best, a few days to live. I’m sorry!”Jessica was shocked and she gaped at him for a while before she got her words back.“No, no, no!”“I’m sorry.” The doctor apologized as he shook his head.“No, doctor, there has to be something that you can do. My mother can’t just die like that. You can’t just abandon my mother like that.”“I’m sorry but there’s absolutely nothing more we can do for you. Her cancer has spread and eaten into so many of her organs. It is a miracle tha
