The Mighty Marco Alessandro

Incompetent fools

Marco gently helped Jessica rest her back against the wall, plumping up the pillows to support her fragile frame. "I'll be back in no time," he said, his voice soft and reassuring, as he began to rise from his seat.

But Jessica's hand shot out, her fingers wrapping around his wrist, holding him back. Her eyes, cloudy with a mix of exhaustion and longing, locked onto Marco's, pleading with him. "Please, I want to see my daughter," she said, her voice cracking with emotion. "Can you bring her to me, or take me to her?"

Marco's heart twisted at the desperation in her voice, and he felt a pang of guilt for not being able to reunite her with Chloe sooner. He sat back down, taking Jessica's hand in his, his fingers intertwining with hers in a gentle grasp. "I'll see what I can do," he said, his voice filled with determination. "But for now, you need to rest."

As Marco stepped out of the room, Alex fell into step beside him, flanked by a pair of heavily armed soldiers. "Sir, we have a situation," Alex said, his voice low and urgent. "Daniel's boys are still out there, and they're getting desperate. We need to take them down before they cause any more harm."

Marco's jaw clenched in determination as he listened to Alex's report. "I agree," he said, his eyes narrowing as he thought. "But we need to take out the root of the problem. Daniel himself is too well-hidden, but..." A sudden gleam lit up his eyes as a plan began to form in his mind.

"I guess Daniel's elder brother, Jackson, is the one we should be targeting," Marco said, a calculated smile spreading across his face. "He's the easier target, and he's the one who can produce Daniel since he's been unreachable."

"Yes sir, I will do as you say," Alex said, his voice firm and respectful, as he nodded in understanding. With a swift motion, he pulled out his phone and dialed a number, his fingers moving with practiced ease.

As he waited for the call to connect, Alex's eyes scanned the surrounding area, his gaze lingering on the soldiers stationed nearby. His expression was calm and focused, but a hint of intensity lurked beneath the surface.

"Please, I'll send you a picture of a soldier, and I want you to check the details for me," Alex said, his voice clear and concise, as he spoke into the phone. He paused for a moment, listening to the response, before nodding and sending the picture.

The silence that followed was brief, as Alex's contact, a skilled hacker, quickly got to work, digging up information on the mysterious soldier. Alex's eyes remained fixed on the phone, his expression expectant, as he waited for the response

"Yes sir," a voice replied from the other side, the words crisp and clear through the phone's speaker. Alex's eyes remained fixed on the phone, his expression expectant, as he waited for the response.

A few minutes ticked by, and then Alex's phone buzzed, signaling an incoming message. He glanced down at the screen, his eyes scanning the text. A small nod of satisfaction escaped his lips as he read the message.

Just then, his phone rang again, shrill and insistent. Alex's eyes flicked to the screen, and he saw the same number from before. With a swift motion, he picked up the call, his voice firm and brief. "Seen, thank you," he said, without waiting for the other person to speak, and then he hung up.

The call was over in a matter of seconds, but Alex's expression remained focused, his mind already racing ahead to the next step. He slipped the phone back into his pocket, his eyes scanning the surrounding area once more, before he turned to carry out his next task.

*****

Daniel sat motionless on a chair, his eyes fixed on some point in front of him, as Jackson paced back and forth across the darkened room. The only sound was the soft creaking of Jackson's boots on the cold floor, and the occasional faint hum of a distant machine.

The room was dimly lit, with only a sliver of light slicing through the shadows, casting an eerie glow on the walls. Jackson's face was twisted in a scowl, his eyes blazing with anger, as he stalked back and forth, his movements fluid and menacing.

"What's keeping those guys?" he muttered to himself, his voice low and menacing, as he spun on his heel, his eyes flashing with impatience. "I will make sure I deal with Jessica when they bring her here," he snarled, his anger boiling over like a pot of hot water.

Just then, the door creaked open, and Daniel's boys filed in, their faces etched with disappointment and frustration. They exchanged uneasy glances, their eyes darting nervously towards Jackson, who spun around to face them, his eyes blazing with fury.

"Well?" he barked, his voice cracking with anger. "What happened? Where is she?"

"Don't tell me you're not back with Jessica," Jackson growled, his voice low and menacing, as he took a step closer to the group. His eyes blazed with fury, and his face twisted in a snarl.

The leader of the group, a burly man with a scar above his left eyebrow, hesitated before speaking. "Y-yes," he stuttered, his voice trembling as he nodded.

Jackson's face turned red with rage. "How dare you let her go!" he bellowed, his voice echoing off the walls of the room.

Daniel, who had been sitting quietly until now, suddenly sprang to his feet, his eyes flashing with anger. He strode over to the leader, his fists clenched at his sides, and landed a resounding slap on the man's face.

The leader stumbled backward, his eyes wide with fear, as he clutched at his cheek. "S-sorry, sir," he begged, his voice shaking as he fell to his knees.

The other members of the group watched in horror, their eyes fixed on Daniel's angry face, as they realized they were in grave danger. Jackson's anger was legendary, and now Daniel's wrath had been unleashed upon them. They knew they had to think fast if they wanted to survive this ordeal.

Jackson's eyes scanned the room, taking in the number of people standing before him. His expression twisted in disgust and anger. "So you come back with many of you," he spat, his voice dripping with venom, "but bringing Jessica back to this place is a big problem, wow! wow! wow!"

With a swift motion, Jackson's hand dipped into his pocket and emerged with a gun. The room fell silent, the only sound the heavy breathing of the men standing before him. Jackson's eyes narrowed, and with a cold calculation, he raised the gun and fired, taking down two men with precision shots.

The room erupted into chaos as the remaining men stumbled backward, their eyes wide with fear. Jackson's gaze locked onto the leader, who cowered in terror. With a few swift strides, Jackson closed the distance between them, his hand closing around the leader's neck like a vice.

The leader's eyes bulged as he struggled to breathe, his hands grasping at Jackson's wrist in a desperate bid to free himself. "Please don't kill me," he begged, his voice barely audible.

Jackson's face remained impassive, his eyes cold and unyielding. The leader's words fell on deaf ears as Jackson continued to squeeze, his grip tightening like a noose.

Just when it seemed like all was lost, the leader managed to gasp out a promise. "Please, I will bring her back," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Jackson's response was a brutal punch to the leader's face, followed by a vicious kick to the stomach. The leader crumpled to the ground, his body wracked with pain as he struggled to breathe."

"Don't beg me, because I show no mercy," Jackson snarled, his anger and frustration boiling over. He took a step closer to the leader, his eyes blazing with fury.

"Why can't you just bring her here?" Daniel shouted, his voice echoing off the walls. He smirked, a cold, calculating glint in his eye.

Daniel moved closer to where the leader lay, his movements fluid and menacing. He bent down, his face inches from the leader's ear, and whispered, "Get out of here, and make sure you bring her back to me."

The leader's eyes widened in terror as he scrambled to his feet, his movements frantic and desperate. He didn't dare look back, fearing what he might see. With a burst of adrenaline, he turned and ran, the others following close behind.

The sound of their footsteps echoed through the room, growing fainter as they disappeared into the night. Jackson and Daniel stood alone, the only sound the heavy silence that hung in the air.

"Who are this incompetent fools?" He shot a Daniel.

Daniel straightened up, his eyes locked on Jackson's. "They'll bring her back," he said, his voice cold and confident. "And when they do, we'll make sure she pays for her defiance."