A sleek black car screeches to a halt in front of Alex and the other soldiers, its tires squealing in protest. The doors swing open, and a group of heavily armed men pour out, their eyes fixed menacingly on Alex and his team.Alex doesn't need anyone to tell him that they're there to attack them; the intent is written all over their faces. Without hesitation, he reaches for his phone, a high-tech device that serves as a communication tool and a weapon."Over, this is Alex," he barks into the phone, his voice firm and authoritative. "I need backup, we are under attack. Our location is the children's orphanage. Repeat, we need backup now!"The phone crackles to life, and a voice responds, "Roger that, Alex. Help is on the way. Hold tight."Alex's grip on the phone tightens, his eyes fixed on the approaching attackers. He knows he and his team must hold out until reinforcements arrive. The orphanage behind them, with its innocent children and staff, must be protected at all costs.With a
"Are you sure, Mr. Matteo sent you?" Alex asks, his voice firm and commanding, his eyes boring into the armed man's face.He wasn't surprised; he had been suspecting Mr. Matteo's involvement all along. And now, it seemed his suspicions were confirmed. Mr. Matteo was the only one who knew they were heading to the orphanage; it was the perfect setup.Alex's gaze narrows, his mind racing with the implications. He signals to the other soldiers, and together, they move swiftly to disarm and subdue the remaining attackers. The sound of gunfire and struggling bodies fills the air as they take down the armed men one by one.With a final nod, Alex gives the order, and the soldiers move in, pinning the attackers to the ground. Alex approaches the wounded man, his gun still trained on him."Tell me, what was the plan?" Alex demands, his voice cold and detached. "What was Mr. Matteo's ultimate goal?"The armed man glares up at him, his eyes filled with hatred, but Alex's grip on his gun tightens,
Tyler's footsteps echoed through the hospital ward as he walked inside, his face pale and drawn, his eyes sunken with worry. Adrianna's voice was laced with concern as she asked, "What did the doctor say?" before struggling to sit up in bed, her movements slow and labored.Tyler's expression was tight-lipped, his voice strained as he replied, "He didn't say much, he said you'll be fine, but you need one more surgery." He was trying to be strong, to hide the truth from his wife, but his eyes betrayed him, revealing the fear and anxiety that gripped his heart.Just then, Mr. Stile, spoke up, his voice firm and authoritative. "Tyler, I'd like to see you outside." Tyler nodded, his eyes darting to Adrianna before he followed Mr. Stile out of the ward, the door swinging shut behind them.In the dimly lit hospital corridor, Mr. Stile's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing as he confronted Tyler. "I know what you said inside isn't true, your face is telling me that something is wrong." Tyler's m
"I don't know, my heart..." Adrianna screamed, her voice piercing the air, her words trailing off as she clutched her chest, her face contorted in agony."Fuck!" Tyler exclaimed, his profanity laced with worry and fear, his eyes wide with panic as he rushed to her side.In one swift motion, he swept her into his arms, cradling her like a child, her frail body trembling against his chest. He raced out of the extra room, his footsteps echoing down the hospital corridor, his heart pounding in his chest.He gently laid her on the bed in the ward, her eyes closed, her face pale, her chest rising and falling with each labored breath. Tyler's face was a mask of concern, his eyes fixed on Adrianna's face, his mind racing with worst-case scenarios.Without hesitation, he sprinted to the doctor's office, his feet pounding the floor, his heart racing with urgency. "Doctor, my wife..." Tyler said, his voice laced with desperation, his words tumbling out in a rush.The doctor stood up almost immed
Tyler's long strides carried him swiftly out of the ward, his determination and urgency evident in every step. He rushed to the garage, his eyes fixed on his car, his mind racing with the thoughts of the crucial interrogation ahead. He got into his car and drove off to the barracks, the wheels screeching as he sped through the gates.As he arrived at the barracks, he walked down from the car, his presence commanding attention. Everywhere, soldiers bowed their heads to greet him, their eyes cast downward in respect, while some saluted him with crisp precision, their faces set in solemn expressions.The sound of boots snapping and fists clenching echoed through the air, a symphony of discipline and loyalty, as Tyler's authority and leadership were acknowledged by his troops. His eyes scanned the scene, his jaw set in a firm line, as he strode towards the building where Matteo was being held.Matteo sprang up from the floor, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and relief, as soon as he saw
Tyler burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the room like a wave of mockery, as if he hadn't heard the veiled threat in Judas' words. "And you think I am going to release him just because you ask me to?" Tyler asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm, his smirk twisting his face into a cruel grin.Judas' eyes narrowed, his voice low and menacing, like a storm cloud gathering on the horizon. "You don't have a choice but to release him if you don't want to see my wrath," he growled, his words hanging in the air like a challenge.Tyler's laughter exploded again, the sound mocking and dismissive, like a slap in the face. "I called just to tell you to prepare for me, because I am not going to go easy on you and your family," he sneered, his words dripping with malice, his eyes glinting with a sinister light.The air was electric with tension, the threat hanging like a sword of Damocles, waiting to strike. Judas' face darkened, his eyes blazing with anger, as he realized that Tyler w
Tyler walked back to the house, his footsteps echoing through the silence like a solitary drumbeat, his eyes fixed on the door like a magnet. He entered the house, his presence like a dark cloud, and made his way to the bathroom, his movements swift and purposeful, like a predator stalking its prey.As he entered the bathroom, the soft glow of the lights enveloped him, like a warm embrace, and the sweet scent of lavender filled the air, like a soothing balm. He walked to the towel stand, his eyes fixed on the plush towel, like a haven, and placed it neatly on the rack, like a soldier standing at attention.Then, he turned to the jacuzzi, its bubbling waters like a siren's call, beckoning him to come and relax. He slipped off his clothes, like shedding a skin, and stepped into the warm, swirling water, like a baptismal rebirth. The jets of water massaged his tense muscles, like a gentle lover's caress, and he closed his eyes, letting out a deep sigh, like a storm finally subsiding.As
The assistant, a slender figure with a calculating gaze, like a surgeon assessing a patient, nodded curtly at Tyler before turning to the bouncer."Is there a problem here?" he asked, his voice crisp and efficient, like a scalpel slicing through tissue.The bouncer hesitated, like a student unsure of the answer, before nodding towards Tyler. "He claims to have a card, but I haven't seen it."The assistant's eyes locked onto Tyler, like a laser targeting a precise point. "I see. And who are you, exactly?"Tyler's jaw clenched, like a vice tightening, as he struggled to maintain his composure. "I'm Tyler. I was invited to this event by Mr. Albert himself."The assistant's expression remained skeptical, like a scientist examining a dubious experiment. "I wasn't aware of any such invitation. Let me check."He pulled out a phone, like a gunslinger drawing a weapon, and dialed a number, his eyes never leaving Tyler's face.Tyler's heart raced, like a rabbit in a snare, as he waited for the