The next day, Bryan arrived with Benjamin at the training headquarters. He needed someone that he could count on and Ben was the man for the job. "Master, are you sure that we will find Nate here?" He asked. Bryan didn't know how he would respond to that. He had no idea if Nate was still living at the training quarters like their informant had said. "I'm as clueless as you are. The last time that I checked, I didn't even realize that Nate was in the city," he replied. Ben shook his head. He too hadn't known that Nate was in the same city. "I guess I was a little wrong when I said that the entire team is apart. We all seem to be in the same city," he stated. Bryan nodded, if Nate was close too then he was left with finding Ramirez and Davies. Jacob wasn't going to be a hard man to find, he had a family that everyone knew of and there was a simple way to find him - through his family. Speaking of family, his mind drifted to Claire whom he'd left at the hotel. He wondered how long s
The training ground was filled with different soldiers. Some of them looked worn out and dusty. The air was thick with perspiration and Bryan could smell the men as he walked by. "I think Davis should be in the captain's quarters," Benjamin said and at the same time, a man that was dressed in a brown shirt and a pair of murky green shorts ran to them. "You aren't allowed to loiter in the waiting area, get to your base at once, or resume training!" he snapped. Bryan had a soft smile on his face as he looked at the man. He was clearly the leader of his gang or something close to that. He turned to look at Ben and both men shared an unspoken joke. "You shouldn't be bothered about us," Bryan replied with a smirk. The man seemed pissed that Bryan was trying to make fun of him when he was trying to get him to act in order. He pulled out a whip and showed it to Bryan. "It's time you run back home, we don't reward disobedience here!" He snapped aggressively. But Benjamin was right
Davis walked into his office. It was a nice place with the couch facing the open field behind a shield of clear glass. To his left was a small fireplace and a bookshelf nestled right beside it.Before the door stood a small stand of awards, right there hung all the medals that the man had won in his lifetime and it was a lot. From trophies to medallions to everything shiny stood on the stand and a picture of him with the rest of the team was proudly hung on the wall. With a soft and melancholic smile, Bryan moved to the picture on the wall and ran the tip of his fingers through it. It was a picture from their first week in the army. The generals had been sweaty and tired while Davis pushed them on. He didn't have any mercy in the young soldiers because he wanted them to come out the best in the squad that season - and they did. After many months of intense training and sleepless nights at the camp, they finally were picked to join the team that would be sent out for the mission. Dav
"The seal of the emperor?" Benjamin asked, his eyes wide. Davis nodded, palmed his face, and then slouched on his armchair. He too had been struggling to make sense of the fact that the emperor himself would get involved in Bryan's issue. It didn't seem fitting, especially since Bryan was yet to become warlord and that meant that the emperor even had no business reaching him personally. "Are you very sure about this?" Bryan asked, it was very unlikely that the emperor would reach him through anyone. But mostly not through an unknown message. That was meant for secretive missions that came from the emperor's cabinet. All that it needed was the stamp of the emperor which meant a seal and with that seal, whatever was promised in such a letter would be done without any questions. "You know I would never mistake a thing like that. Benjamin might be an insulting and rude brat but he did get one thing right," Davis said, looking at the younger man with a stern look, "I will follow orders t
Bryan walked out of the office, a little lighter than when he'd arrived. Davis had told him all that he knew and it all made sense. As he stepped outside and looked at the camp, he had to admit that Davis was really strong and he was doing the job that he was made for. "All your soldiers adore you, they respect and worship the ground that you walk on," Bryan said with a soft smile. Davis looked at the field with open admiration too. "Yeah, at risk of being immodest, I can admit that I've been doing a great job myself," he agreed and chuckled. Benjamin was still brooding behind, he didn't want to speak with the Captain anymore. After the arguments that they'd had and all the disagreement, he was beginning to feel like he couldn't stand his presence anymore. He still blamed him for what had happened. "Should we get out of here, master?" He asked Bryan who was still speaking with David casually. "Yeah, we'll be leaving soon," Bryan replied. But Davis turned to look at him oddly, "Yo
Pacing at the entrance of the hotel, Bryan couldn't help the anger that overcame him. He'd been ringing her phone up for a long time and she didn't pick up. "Take your call, Claire, take your call!" He hissed as he continued to call her up. The driver by his side looked like a fish out of water. He couldn't just imagine what he'd gotten himself into. He was only told to be available and drop Claire off when she needed it, not to protect her. But how could he tell him that when he was so furious? "I'm sure we will find her," the driver said. Bryan gave him an angry look and didn't stop for a second as he continued to pace the grounds of the lobby. The door had been shut, the entire place was at a standstill. "Where are the guards?! What are they doing about this?" Bryan asked angrily. "One of the men who was still typing away on the computer had to quickly respond that he was going to do everything to make sure that they found her. "I'm trying my best, Master Bryan, we have contac
Bryan picked up the phone. He saw that her ID was still on his screen. Could it be that his wife was really calling? Picking up the phone eagerly, he placed it on his left ear, "Hello, Claire?" He called out. There was static noise for a few minutes and then a masculine voice same over the receiver's end, "Hello," it said. Bryan was so shocked that he didn't speak for her next few seconds. "Claire?" He asked and the masculine voice asked who he was. Shortly, the line died again. "Did anyone else hear that?" Bryan asked and looked about the room, hoping that some of the men who were hovering around him must have picked something up. But one night they shook their heads, "We couldn't hear anything, the receiver's volume was really low," one of them replied. Bryan decided to call back again. "I want to place this call on record, I think someone is with her phone," he said and changed the setting to auto record before dialing her number again. But when the call was answered this time
The next day, it was barely noon and Bryan had already gone to the police stations to file for a missing person. He didn't know when to stop. The first station that he went to was out of the city and the other two he did out of panic. None of them had anything valuable to say to him. One of the officers had even asked if they had a fight or if he had cheated on her. "That's one of the common reasons wives run from their husbands," he shrugged. Bryan was pissed but the man was just doing his job and frankly, he'd seen a lot of bad things in his years of working. Dropping her photograph and the last location she was in, he quietly left the place, still boiling with rage. After being on a brief call with Benjamin who assured him that everyone was working on it as they spoke. He had sent out his best men to look over the entire place and make sure there was nothing left unnoticed. Bryan sat in a large chair in the suite that she had been staying in. He was still at the safe house that