They walked down the stairs into what seemed like a control room with numerous computer desks with monitors and a big screen on the wall, yet there wasn't a single power source found in the room. It felt as though it was designed for a specific purpose and then abandoned, and covered in dust for who knows how long? "This is where it ends, there is no other way out, most of these doors just lead into a bathroom or store, nothing else, it ends here." a man amongst them said, as he concluded his search for another way out. "Hmm," Oscar sighed, "And who knows how long we might have to wait here before they even find us?" He pondered, knowing how thick the pile of concrete above them must be. "I'm tired, honestly," Dora uttered and sat down on one of the chairs, resting her head on one of the vacant desks. "And thirsty... "The bathroom here has water," a man interjected and whether it was meant to be a joke or he was serious, Dora did not find it funny, she cast a deadly glare at the
"Sir, these are the latest reports on Jordan's whereabouts," a man dressed in a black leather jacket approached Tom with a bunch of files in his hand. Tom took the paper from him and flung it across the room immediately with a frown. Ever since he got back to the Netherland headquarters located just underneath the Slytherin hotel, Tom was not smiling at anyone. "Why should I care about Jordan's disappearance at a time like this?" He yelled, and the man who had given the papers to him took a few steps back in shock. "Is there something that has happened that I'm not aware of?" He asked, and Leo quickly handed him a tablet, showing videos of the devastation at the conference hall. "Oscar is buried under that pile," He said, "We need to find his body at least." The man was speechless, staring at the videos sent a shiver down his spine, and he knew exactly how Tom felt at the moment because having been assigned to make sure that nothing happened to Oscar, he would get blamed f
"Excuse me, sir, the cops are complaining, they said we have exceeded our permit time for today," One of the men called Tom's attention to the cop that stood not so far away from him, at a point where the entrance to the hall used to be. "What does he want from us? To just leave?" Tom asked, and filled with rage, he stood up and rushed to the cop, looking at him straight in the eyes. "You have exceeded your permit for today, so you'll have to leave the premises now and continue your search tomorrow if you must," said the cop, without batting an eye at the huge figure before him. "We should go huh?" Tom asked, "What if there is a person still alive there, giving us a signal to rescue them and you think it's a good idea to leave them and go away just like that... "You've dug to the end of the hall, you've reached the tiled floor, what makes you think that this person is still alive? Who knows, maybe his body has been crushed to dust and you've shovelled him away with the sand,
5. a.m None of them had a peaceful sleep, maybe because they had to lie on the cold floor or rest their heads on the desk, the discomfort, coupled with the fear of what might happen did not let most of them get a proper rest, as they constantly had to wake up at intervals. At last five, the man who had suggested that they go up the stairs tapped Oscar on the shoulder after waking up some others. "Five a.m., man?" Oscar asked, unable to stand on his feet. "We have to start early, it's part five, none of us can sleep, not even you," The man retorted and Oscar begrudgingly stood up from the floor where he lay. Truth be told, he has a hard time falling asleep, and for some reason, it was at this early hour that his body needed the rest, but unfortunately, he had to assist the other men to find a way out of there. Five in total, they left the others behind and ascended the stairs, back to where they had initially assembled before coming down here. The entrance had been bloodi
"I can see an opening down there, we must have found the entrance to the underground compartment, sir," One of the men on the site called Tom's attention and it took less than a minute for him to show up. "Hold on," He said and began walking down the stairs even though they hadn't cleared out all the sand and concrete. When he reached the end, he saw a pile of bricks, wood and metal parked in the corner of the room and he took that as evidence that someone was trapped down there and was possibly hoping to dig his way out. "Leo, are you there?" He asked, taping his earpods but did not receive any response, it appeared as though he suddenly lost signal when he got down here, making him question why the basement was built in the first place because it restricted network service. Rather than staying puzzled, Tom used his flashlight to look around the room and spotted an open door with the stairs leading downwards. He signalled some men to come along with him and together they des
When they pulled up at her friend's place, Dora thanked Oscar wholeheartedly before stepping out of the car, and after she did, she waved to him goodbye from the window, even though the tinted glass made it impossible to see her face. Oscar asked the driver to wait a second. he wanted to confirm that she went into the house so that if Dora's friend wasn't home, he could offer her another ride to a place where she wished to stay for the time being. While he waited, he called Tom and asked, "Where is Leo?" Oscar's prayer at the moment was for Leo to be alive, anything contrary was surely going to break his heart, but he heaved a sigh of relief when Tom said that he was back at the hotel. Oscar nodded his head and looked out the window again, to see Dora still knocking at the door, and he was quite delighted with the outcome because now he gets to spend a little bit more time with her, even though they said nothing to each other the whole time. Without hesitation, he got out of
"Oh, alright, I'm happy to hear that, so hopefully when I return to Wast Arcadia, she'll be awake." Oscar smiled, with the phone in his ear. The good news about his mother's response to treatment was something he longed for, and it has already made his day and got him thinking about going back. "Thank you so much doctor, and yes, I am fine, I wasn't injured during the incident, and please, just in case she's allowed to wake up before my return, don't let her hear about any of this." He appealed to the doctor and he agreed, of course, no one wants to burden the recovering woman with such a story. "Alright have a nice day," Oscar ended the call, and walked to the dining table where the maid had placed his tea along with a few slices of bread, and some fried eggs as he had requested. He sat down and began to scroll through the social network and the news about the collapsed hall was carried all over the Internet. He watched numerous gruesome videos, and genuinely couldn't believe
//Location: Currently unknown // A man was seated in his living room with his legs crossed, and another man sat on the couch next to him with his elbow on his knee and his fists holding up his chin. "We might need to give it a little bit more time sir, I can not confirm whether or not he lost his life in the incident, but I can assure you that there was no way that he could have escaped," said Miles, the same man who had shown up at the conference and has set a time on his watch. He stood before the man who had asked him to do the job, and the man seemed rather disappointed in him than satisfied. "And how long do I have to wait?" Asked the boss, "I didn't ask you to blow up the conference hall, did I? I specifically said that you should find the acting CEO of Slytherin Empire and end him, isn't that what I said." "We didn't have any clue, sir," Miles replied, "Was I supposed to tell you to find clues as well?" the boss yelled as he stood up immediately in a fit of rage, "