As the night thickened, so did the unfolding events. Celestine was sitting on pins at the Drunken Badger, staring at his phone and praying earnestly that Archer did not call him. He was not ready to betray his friend, yet the desperate desire to save his parents gnawed at him. Meanwhile, Master Woods stood amidst the darkness, the glow of distant house lights of flickered on in response to their daring action. Archer joined him after his last shot, his heart racing with anticipation.“Four houses still have their lights off,” he said, his voice low but firm.“We split the troop, take the two on the left, while I take the two on the right.”Archer gripped his gun tighter, his senses alert as he braced himself for the task ahead.Adrenaline pumped through his veins, drowning out fear and uncertainty, leaving him with a fierce determination to find Tangie, no matter the any cost.Without further hesitation, Master Woods and Archer separated. Master Woods led the way towards the darke
Master Woods checked his wrist watch, it was almost day break, he had been pacing the now lighted street waiting for Archer. "Five more minutes and I'm going in there," Marcellus said for the umpteenth time, but Master Woods insisted they waited for a sign before barging in."We can't keep waiting, what if they're heavily armed? I'm worried, I am so worried."Master Woods sighed softly, turning to face the antsy Marcellus, "All you younger generation want to do is make your presence known. There's a certain power that comes with not being seen." "I don't care, old man," Marcellus fumed, "President Williams is a good man, I don't want him to get hurt. He's been betrayed by a lot of people and I wouldnt be surprised if you're one of them. We've been standing out here for over forty minutes. I'll only wait five more minutes and I'm going in there whether you approve of it or not."Although Master Woods was confident that Archer would make it out alive, he was more concerned about his
"I don't think the Press will call it self-defense when I release it... It will just be murder. Besides, in this video, it doesn't show that he was going ro harm you. But thank you, thanks for getting rid of the old man, he was such a pain in the ass." Luke chimed, his voice dripping with amusement."Is this funny to you?" Archer queried, disappointed by his behavior. "Someone else's suffering is pleasurable to you?" "Pretentious bastard! Worry about yourself. Your friend's sister lays on the floor in cold blood, but you are more concerned about my laughter... I told her but she wouldn't listen. I told her you rich folks don't care if she died or lived.""So you admit to killing her," Archer seethed, his eyes blazing with anger."No, no... You're wrong, you're always wrong you incompetent fool. I didn't kill her. You can ask your sick wife. Mr Adejobi did that...""What are you saying?! I saw you, I saw you myself, you shot her..." Tangie cried."Well, no one is going to believe you
The faint light of dawn replaced the darkness of the night, Archer slowly approached Master Woods who had been restlessly awaiting his return. As soon as he sighted Archer, Master Woods rushed to his side, examining his features as if he had just reunited with his long-lost son.Tangie watched the unfolding scenario, her brows raised in confusion, silently wondering who he was.Archer observing the confusion on her face, squared his shoulders standing upright.“Master, this is my wife, Tangie. Tangie Sullivan…” “Lord Sullivan’s granddaughter,” Master Woods nodded, “I couldn’t miss the face…”Their short introduction was interrupted by quick footsteps and heavy breathing echoing in the air. Archer turned around to find Mariah cradled in Fred’s arms. “She still has a pulse!” He exclaimed, “It’s very faint but I can feel it.”“Huh?!” Tangie gasped, relief coursing through her instantly. “Hurry, let’s get her to the nearest hospital…”“She might not make it to the hospital,” Fred object
“Are you playing with me, Celestine?” Mr. Stranger roared.In the Drunken Badger, Celestine sat across Mr. Stranger, staring at his phone restlessly. The activities of the night had ended, and the morning sunlight seeped into the room, stirring the ladies of the night awake. As if they were strangers to him, Mr. Stranger drove them away, his gaze hardened with frustration. Celestine could see the lines of his jaw clench against each other. “Get out all of you!” He yelled, sending the ladies scurrying out of the room.What seemed like a really cool aesthetic for all their atrocities was now just a hall with a mess of cigarettes, empty bottles, and ashtray.Playing with him is the last thing he wanted to do, even he was worried that Archer had not called him yet. He thought about calling him but he held back, knowing fully well that Archer was in danger.“Give me your phone,” Mr. Stranger demanded. Without an argument, Celestine handed over his phone, secretly praying Archer was sti
Celestine smiled to himself, indeed Archer was no ordinary man. “You couldn’t break him, I suppose.” He muttered to himself as he walked away.The doors of the Drunken Badger felt like the doors of heaven. As he pushed it open, Celestine stepped into an air of refreshment and relief.Their threats were mediocre, his sister survived. And he didn’t betray his friend. “But Mr. Mathew as Big Dot?” Celestine shrugged, “Why is it always our closest friends?” Making his way towards his parked car, with his mind heavy with thoughts, Celestine felt eyes boring into his back. The hair on his neck stood up in response to the creepy glare. He stopped abruptly, turning around to see who was watching him. Standing there, almost as fair as the sun was the person that brought him to the Drunken Badger in the first place. Celestine’s heart pounded in his chest as he struggled to hold her gaze.“Mercy?” He called out, he fit the description. Fair, very fair- that was all the description Archer gave
Celestine’s eyes narrowed as he assessed the man blocking his way from reaching his sister. There was something about Fred that impressed him, but the recent occurrences didn’t allow him see past his actions as just innocent.“Who are you?” Fred repeated, closing the door behind him as he stepped outside. Celestine smiled wryly, shaking his head in disbelief. “I’m her brother,” he declared, “I have every right to see her.”Fred hesitated, his gaze flickering between Celestine's features and the features of Mariah etched on his mind. There was little to no semblance between them, save for the jet-black hair. But then again, everyone had jet-black hair.“I… I’m sorry, I’ll need more proof than just words,” Fred said, his tone calmer than before.Celestine’s gaze hardened, his eyes scanning the features of this adamant man’s face. Fred stood tall in a posture of unseen strength, his angular jawline a mere coincidence of nature. He didn’t seem to care much about his looks. Celestine no
Celestine was gradually losing his patience, pacing Mariah's hospital room with his phone pressed to his ear. He was trembling from the mere thought that something could have happened to him. "Where did he go to?" He asked, turning to Mariah, who was equally antsy. Fred rose from her bedside unable to watch the siblings panicking so much. "Celestine, can I call you that? I suggest we handle this matter on our own until we can get to Archer... But before then, we have to move Mariah someplace safer than here..""Where else would be safer? These guys are everywhere!" Celestine replied frantically."Could you please think for a minute?" Fred charged, "If this guy could get past the hospital security with a gun in his pocket then he can get past anywhere, and certainly he won't be the only one to come looking for you or Archer...""I suggest we all go home...to the mansion. I'm sick of this place anyway..." Mariah concurred, staring at her brother with hopeful eyes.Celestine clenched