Before she walked down the stairs to leave the house, Natasha decided to pass by what used to be Matteo's room, which was now temporarily Dana's room, to check how she was doing. It was not like she was scared that she escaped or at least she tried to, she just thought it would be good to do so as she intended to leave without alerting her.Thanks to their discussion of yesterday night, they were close enough for her to know that she would never attempt to run away. Even though Dana didn't confess to her the reason why she needed Jamal to save have or what was he supposed to protect her from, she shared a lot with her. For example, she talked about her social complex which caused her to lose control of her emotions when she was involved in a too stressful situation.She confessed that despite her miserable childhood with neither family nor friends she had managed to survive without diving into criminality or evil in general. Contrary to Matteo, who was firstly raised in an orphanage a
That day was the day where everything would be decided and Lina opened up her eyes that morning with that state of mind. She stroked the empty part of her bed with a sense of nostalgia, trying to remember the warmth of the man who used to occupy that place before she slowly left the bed, [it's just one day since he left, stop acting like a crazy junkie] she said to herself while she was heading to the bathroom, [today is an important day, so interdiction for you to be down, stay focus and confident] she kept motivating herself while tapping her cheeks to wake herself up.After her shower, she returned to the bedroom, picked up appropriate clothes for the event, and went down to the living room. On the coffee table, surrounded by the three couches and the television on its pedestal, was lying a little stack of papers in which were written many versions of her speech. In the end, they finally achieved to find one which satisfied her, it was the only paper separated from the pile of pape
He had to roll for two hours at full speed with his motorbike before he could see the shape of the city, the more he was getting close and the more the buildings, the houses, and the monuments which composed the city became clear. At a moment, he could conceive the shapes of the men and women who were waiting for him at the entrance, ahead of him."Welcome to our dear Short-river!" said joyfully a man who seemed to be the leader of this small group. "My name is Donald Carson but you can call me Don and there you have my unit". Jamal stepped forward to go greet them, it was a group of only seven members; four men including Don, and three women, they formed a line and came one by one to shake his and introduce themselves."Brad March," said the most brawny of the men."Axel Becker," a woman with red hair said, she went on to give more details on the origin of her name "my parents didn't know if they wanted a boy or girl so they chose a name which suits both"."I'm still convinced Axel i
Gunshots were resonating in his ears. In all the buildings around him, people were targeting him, a rain of bullets was falling on him but he was too fast for them to attain him. Although he could stop somewhere safe or directly penetrate one of the buildings to counterattack, he didn't do so as he knew there was something more important to do at the moment first, and going directly for the counterattack would have probably been a waste of his time. [I have to do it quickly, the others may not be able to resist for too long] he recalled himself.What Jamal wanted to do first was to determine the number total of the group of enemies who came to kill them and he thought the best way to do so was to roll around by attracting their attention for him to draw a perimeter of their action zone and by counting the number of times he was shot on he could estimate an idea their number and establish a plan. After 2 minutes of rolling along the streets, he arrived at, what seemed to be, the limit
Though he said that he would be fast to come back after escorting the group which was transporting the wounded, it took several minutes for Jamal to join back the rest of the team. Two of them were sitting recklessly behind their vehicle while the others had their weapons in their hands, surveying the surrounding in case an enemy appeared.[Seems like at least half of them are still vigilant] he thought after he swept a quick glance while stopping before their eyes."What has taken you so long? I thought it would be quick as you've said," they were getting near him while Sania asked this question."Yeah I know, you may excuse me," he stroked the back of his head while taking a look at his back, "in fact, on my way back I happened to see the rest of the enemies on the streets, it seemed that they were ready to attack you as they were fully armed and were running in this direction, so...""So you took the chance to eliminate them all," they all said in one voice. They glanced at him wit
Jamal patted Brad's cheek while shouting at him to wake up. When he finally opened his eyes, he started gazing around him to try to recognize where he was and he found out that he was in a little room enlightened by a single neon hung on a low ceiling. Then, his sight landed on Jamal's face. Brad's face was deformed by the anger, he tried to jump on him many times in vain before he realized that his arms and legs were chained to the chair he was sitting on. Jamal didn't want to waste his time waiting for him to calm down, so he began his interrogation while he was still struggling."Listen, at the other side of this door," he pointed to the only door, the only entrance and exit of the room, which was behind him, "there is a guy who is waiting with a lot of tools I can use to torture you, all that for you to understand that sooner or later you will talk so let's save our time and tell me right now what I want to know".Brad tried to spit on his face, but Jamal dodged it so he went on c
After Jamal finished explaining his plan, people left the place to rush into their vehicles and where they would wait for the signal to leave for, what was believed to be, their last battle in Short-river.In all this agitation he had some difficulties finding Don and his team.[Where are they? I have seen them a moment ago during my speech, though]. He took a look one more time again and he finally found them.They were at a distant place, where their pickups were parked, as they were busy loading their stuff in them. When he was walking toward them, Daphne was the first one to see him, she quickly pretended to look away and Jamal immediately got it, [she knew about his deal with Bart, she looks innocent in the appearance but she might be as guilty as Brad] he thought.He reached them and when they came to greet him, the woman still stayed in her corner. Jamal just ignored her as he thought it would be better to deal with her later."Hello Mr. Jamal," Don said with enjoyment underlin
Jamal was in the passenger seat in the convertible car Volga had stolen from the outlaws, while on their right, Volga's subordinate was driving the second car accompanied by Sania beside him and the two pickups which were following them from the back. Jamal had decided to leave his motorbike in Donald's car and go with the other captain. He wanted to diminish a little bit the image of a distant figure his comrades of Short-river had of him, and so he knew had to stop staying on his side but also being lesser solo.While they were rolling toward the rich sector, he decided to contact the other teams which were already hidden there on standby."Here is Jamal. How is the situation over there?" he asked on the walkie-talkie in his hand. Following the protocol, it's the leader of the first team who gave his report first."Here is Nolan. I have seen, earlier, groups of outlaws, in their vehicles, coming from their surveillance spots to your direction, just as planned. Now the way is clear,