The room was filled with stunned silence as the broadcast came to an end, leaving a lingering echo of Archer’s words hanging in the air. Tangie sat there, her mind spinning with subtle emotions, even though she was hurting that he had told her to leave, she couldn’t help the sense of pride twitching the corners of her lips into a smile.“Wow,” Mariah’s soft gasp broke the silence, stirring Celestine’s reaction.“He’s lost it,” “It was unexpected, I agree, but… he handled it like he said he would,” Tangie said, her smirk widening into a smile.Mr Mathew leaned back in his chair, a sense of relief washing over him, yet Archer’s poise surprised him. “That man…” he muttered, turning to his daughter, “He amazes me,” he confessed.“Me too,” Tangie managed a soft sigh, smiling softly, but despite the smile, her eyes hinted the fear brewing inside. “I can’t help but think something is incredibly wrong,” Celestine mumbled, glancing at his wristwatch, the day was fast approaching sunset. As
Celestine gazed at the message from Lebanon, his thoughts racing in all directions. “What does it say?” Tangie asked, her voice quivering with urgency. Mr Mathew unable to contain his curiosity, strode briskly towards him and peered at the message across the screen.His expression softened as the words sank in.Tangie’s heart raced as she approached them, scanning their faces for reassurance that her husband was at least safe like they said.Finally, Celestine raised his gaze, his eyes reconnecting with Tangie as he read aloud. “The Poseidon night has been cancelled until further notice, please inform President Archer.”The words hung in the air, its meaning unclear to Tangie. “That’s a good thing, right?” She asked, “That could be a sign that he’s safe, right?” The anxiety within her weighing on her tone. “I mean, no one knows he has the Poseidon Statue, that could be a good reason to cancel…” “Tangie, that is not all…” Mr Mathew muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.Tangie’
As the evening gradually went from sunset to dusk, Tangie’s panic became more and more of fear. Her heart pounded heavily in her chest as she flipped through channels, searching for any news about her husband on every TV station.Mr Mathew was running out of words of consolation, he couldn’t even bring himself to assure her that Archer would be back home. The night was deepening and not one person they had contacted had any information on his whereabouts.Celestine sat away in a corner, scrolling through pages of the black market, following a link sent to him by Lebanon. His attempts to trace the anonymous message that announced the auction cancellation were all futile, driving him to a near brink of insanity.Suddenly, the door bust open, and Tangie and everyone’s desperate gazes turned towards it with hope glinting on their features, only to be met with disappointment. Mariah walked in, her face etched with concern. “It feels like a funeral in here…” she said. “Keep quiet!” Cel
Tangie's eyes sparkled as the lights of the mansion reflected on the steely body of thee revolver. "I... I dont understand. What's going on? Why would he send me a gun?" Mr Adejobi’s expression remained solemn as he replied, "I don't know for certain but, the one reason I can think of is, he wants you to be safe.""Well, I can't shoot anyone, it is illegal.""Not if someone breaks into your home, and threatens you. It is called self defense.""Mr Adejobi, I don't understand, is anyone coming after me? I need to know, please.""I suppose he assumes that whoever is in desperate need of the items will come after him,..." Mr Adejobi explained, his eyes bearing his concern for her. As if a shot of adrenaline had just been injected in her, Tangie's squared her slouched shoulders, gazing at the gun with resolve. "A revolver allows you to shoot many times without reloading." She said, "I'm ready." Mr Adejobi released a deep breath he didn't know he was holding, he scanned the open field
Mr. Mathew fumed in the garden, his reason was Mr. Adejobi’s insistence on speaking privately with Tangie.He felt left out, but most importantly, betrayed by his daughter.Pacing restlessly in the walkway, the sound of faint laughter echoed in the air driving Mr Mathew’s hurt to anger.He pulled out his phone and dialed Archer’s number for the last time. He was going to scold him for his sneaky behavior.Archer’s contact went straight to voicemail for the third time and Mr. Mathew decided to find Big Dot himself. He wanted to know the dire thing about this man that would make his daughter ignore him. Equipped with that thought and a newfound confidence, Mr. Mathew stormed into the house to change into a better fit for the resolve. As he headed inside the house, echoing footsteps on the stairs stopped him abruptly. Tangie’s luster hair reflected in the light. “Tangie!” He called out, “Let’s talk for a minute.” “Now she’s ignoring me too,” he sighed, pivoting his steps towards the
Six guards stood between him and Master Woods, their swords pointed at him gleamed in the sunlight, reflecting their determination to stop him. Before he came to the temple, he knew gaining access would not be easy but he didn’t expect to fight with six Kenjutsu martial artists. As he calculated his move, the lead guard made the first move, swinging his sword with fierce intent. But Archer quick on his feet, sidestepped the attack with effortless footwork, his grip on the briefcase tightened simultaneously.A silent war brewed within Archer, even if he had a chance to win against the guards, Master Woods would be unpleased that he chose to fight over reasoning. Before he could say another word, all six guards gained in on him. By instinct, Archer’s skills in martial arts took over. His fists and feet moved faster than his mind, surprising the guards with precise counterstrikes.Protecting his briefcase with one hand, his one free hand was burning from overuse, sweat beaded on his
"It can't be my father!" Tangie exclaimed, "No, he wouldn't do this.""Tangie, you didn't see him last night. He was furious, he left in a fit of anger.""Mariah my father would never do this without my permission, he would not declare my husband missing when he knows the situation, he also knows that he spoke with me last night. I have that card to show for it." Tangie replied, her voice although firm, held no anger towards Mariah.Glancing at the TV, the eyesore headline stood boldly across the screen; "President Archer Williams missing after his public announcement to launch Asthma cure."That was the headline on every news channel she flipped through, it was as if someone was intentionally painting Archer Williams in a bad light.Tangie rose to her feet, seething with anger. "This is unbelievable!" She spat, "I'm going to sue everyone involved in this misleading information.""Isn't it family that's supposed to declare a person missing? First, how can he be declared 'missing' jus
Archer Williams woke up with a throbbing headache, chants resounded distantly in his head accompanied with shimmering cymbals and soft hums.Forcing his eyes open, he was instantly greeted by harsh sun light pouring directly from the window- a stark contrast of what he last remembered.Archer recoiled, instinctively clenching his eyes shut against the harsh sunlight."Open your eyes," a soft voice ordered, and Archer obliged, squinting his eyes open.His headache intensified by the moment, the chants that seemed so distant now echoed around him, but with no visible singers.He turned around, in a desperate search for the owner of the voice who was tending to him- Master Woods. "Why did you come? And how did you find me?" He asked, watching him struggle with himself.His question suddenly reminded Archer of the briefcase he had risked his life to protect. "The briefcase," he muttered, scanning the room with his eyes only, since his body was too weak to move. Finally, at a corner in