“What does this mean for us?” Tangie exclaimed, her brows furrowing with concern. “Are you saying that, Big Dot could be any of the Sullivans?”Archer nodded solemnly, “Big Dot could be someone within the Sullivan family or someone married into the Sullivan lineage.” “Like Augustine...” Mr Mathew interjected, his eyes narrowing in thought.“It’s…. well,” he paused, carefully considering his words.“Sir Augustine Dennis, the lord of Leeds, a speaker in the White House married to a Sullivan,”“Aunt May.” Tangie concurred, “it’s a possibility we can’t overlook,”Tangie glanced at Archer, her mind racing with thoughts, “Both Aunt May and Sir Augustine were in the Government and they pretty much do the selections of lords to government.”Unraveling these hidden facts was thrilling as it was scary to her. She’d hate to the idea that her great-aunt was trying to kill her husband.“How much information can gather on these couple?” Archer asked, hoping Mr Mathew would have some insights. “
Game changer, the word that best described the situation Archer found himself.Archer exhaled a deep, long breath. His hands shaky from inexplicable fear.He was going to take Doctor Mason to his home, but as earlier stated, finding a note addressed to him, a note that demanded that he be taken to his home, that changed his plans. He felt like he played into their hands.As they raced through the streets, Archer looked behind him again and again, making certain that he was not being followed.Suddenly, just as they were about to take a left turn to his house, Archer bolted from the back of the ambulance to the driver’s seat.He would not play into their hands.He would not take Doctor Mason to his home. He didn’t know why his address was found in his pocket but, it was sure alarming.“Take a right,” Archer demanded, his identity well-covered by a nose mask.“A right?” The paramedic-driver repeated, “he doesn’t have much time, he needs to be treated.”“Then instead of this address, le
Archer’s mind raced, trying to piece together the puzzle of this stranger’s identity. The stranger’s calm demeanor only fueled Archer’s frustration, leaving him in a state of constant unease and assumptions. Desperate for the truth, yet continuously clueless.“Could he just be a member of Libra Group? Or perhaps he was just someone with a personal interest in Doctor Mason.” He wondered.As he stared into the stranger’s eyes, searching for a hint without any success, Archer sighed and turned away.“If you’ve harmed Doctor Mason, you’ll pay for it.” Archer declared as he made his way to the door.The corners of the stranger’s lips widened in a mischievous smirk.“Bold of you to assume you’re invincible and everyone is conquerable.”Archer paused, catching his breath before turning to him, an expression of disinterest etched on his face.“I don’t think invincible, Sir. I just don’t support harming people.”Lebanon scoffed, his wry chuckle, a scornful gesture at Archer’s words.“Did you
Archer stood calmly, studying the mannerisms of the man before him.His wide eyes held hints of urgency, and suppressed desperation.Undeniably the revelation that Big Dot wielded was an alarming news that only confirmed his suspicions about the news tailored for TV.He underestimated him until now. He understood that Big Dot was one step ahead of him, and any more slip-up would lead to a disaster. He needed to act fast and quickly. While he needed allies in this fight, he really did not like the idea of relying on someone whose purpose wasn’t clear.“Lebanon,” Archer spoke, breaking the silence between them, “what exactly do you need from me? How valuable is this information about Big Dot?”Lebanon’s gaze hardened, his expression solemn.“President Williams, the information is not good enough to cripple him, but I promise it can slow down his movements.”That was all Archer needed, to slow him down… then he’d figure the rest.“What’s the other answer?” He asked.“I will give you the
The night of the Poseidon in the city of Utah was otherwise known as the night of sin. Not that the Government actually cared about the number of atrocities committed in the city that night, but due to how bad it made the government look, the day was declared a lockdown.“But this year’s Poseidon night is different.” Celestine chimed, his eyes flaring in a frenzy. “After three years of nothing but successful shutdown of the Poseidon night, the government announced this year’s Poseidon night for the first time in three years.”Archer shot to his feet, swiping his eyes across the watch on his wrist.“Celestine, I can’t process any more information.” He mumbled, his eyes holding the depth of his tiredness. Without waiting for their approval, Archer made his way out of the dining room, slowly trudging upstairs.Archer’s mind was crowded with thoughts, despite his eyes heavy with sleep.The pieces of the puzzle were scattered around without any clear direction.If the many questions on h
Maverick’s heart thumped against his chest, his hands trembling slightly as he signed the petition before him. After his meeting with Big Dot, the officers in charge put a mask on his face, dragging him out of the interrogation chamber to into the back of a prison van.He had not even agreed to Big Dot’s before he was dragged away.“Who are you?” Maverick demanded the moment the mask was unveiled from his face.“You have been freed… well, only for a few days.”“What, what do you mean?!” Maverick asked, glaring at the officers.“Here…” they said, handing a burner phone to him.“Just do as you’re told. Only do as you’re told,” They repeated, their voices firm with the instruction. Without any more information, the van came to a stop and Maverick was shoved out of the vehicle.—————————Archer woke up late the next day, his body was weak from overworking, his head throbbed painfully, demanding to be taken care of.Reluctantly, Archer stepped out of bed, making his way to the bathroom.
We all know that one moment, when the villain gives up; that moment he realizes there’s no point in fighting and just accepts defeat. This was it for Maverick Jr. The moment when everything lost all meaning.He knew for a fact that he wouldn’t become anything more than he was already- just another player on Big Dot’s pitch.Maverick Jr reconsidered his offer for the umpteenth time. The mission was simple, too simple for Big Dot to have offered to cancel his debts. He owed him too much money for him to just let go and work out his release, for a few days…Maverick knew in his bones that he wouldn’t make it back alive. The fight against Archer would take his life whether he was loyal to Big Dot or not. Maverick counted his betrayal a silent plea for leniency in facing the consequences of his sins. That he was giving Archer the one information that would save his life while he lost his, he counted it as his best.As he sat in that car, ready to give up, his body trembling slightly a
The night of the Poseidon, another invention the Founding Fathers never knew would turn into yet another bloodlust. The mornings usually began like every other Christmas, the daylights were low and the humidity high. High anticipation and excitement usually filled the day, ushering in the night with good spirits and tidings as the Brothers prepared to meet.It was especially Maverick Sr’s idea to have a night where the members of Seven Divine Citadels met and discussed their difficulties and shared insights into the Medical World. Master Brown Woods observed that the night of the Poseidon was fast becoming a networking system than the traditional meet-and-greet Maverick Sr had wanted.Every Poseidon night witnessed the presence of every regal and powerful man in Utah. It was like the gathering of the White House, just with more wealthy Lords and Dukes. Most of which had no business being present at the ball night.There, then, that was when it all fell apart. The disagreement betwe