Bradley trembled with fear, his mouth hanging open in shock as he tried to understand what had happened.How did his private text messages appear on the projector screen for the world to see? What in the name of a nightmare was he witnessing? No! This couldn't be real, he reasoned. Those were the most secret things and there was no way anyone else could know about them. He had to be in some sort of afterlife situation for this to be happening. His phone had a special and permanent lock that was even different from the other passworded phones. Did someone hack into his phone? Even if someone did, wouldn’t they have to come close to him for that to happen? Wouldn’t they have to steal his phone at least for a moment for it to happen?Bradley couldn’t recall losing his phone for a long time. He was always with his phone and even when he wanted to sleep, he would usually keep it very close to himself.He never took risks with his gadgets because he knew that some scary secrets were conta
Charlotte let out a piercing shriek, her hands flying to her face as if to shield herself from the unbearable reality that she was surrounded with. She started pulling off from the delusion that she had so proudly worn like the high mistress of clowns.“Here are a few graphic proofs to show that the same Bradley Stevens we all know is a member of a drug trafficking organization,” Oscar’s tone was resonating with authority, his hands dipped into his pocket as he waited for the projector screen to pop up with the next line of evidence.The pictures on the projector screen showed a clear link between Bradley and the organ trafficking ring.Everyone in the hall held their breaths as the pictures on the screen showed Bradley talking with people who were known to be organ traffickers and had been wanted by the police for a long time.The next line of images showed Bradley handing over huge sums of money to strange-looking people. One of the images even showed a glass case where something th
Bradley instead of stepping back moved further forward, his eyes filled with a hidden desire to play smart. He quickly used his body to block their view before shoving one of the officers, knocking him off balance in an instant.Bradley then found an open space to run into, taking the opportunity to run towards the glass door. He then smashed through it with ease before sprinting out of the hall and into the streets.Oscar was just about to get to Bradley when he stormed out of the hall.“Get him!” Oscar yelled at the top of his voice.The officers took off after Bradley, their boots pounding against the ground in a relentless pursuit. The other officers who couldn't pursue after Bradley had their radios crackling with updates and commands as they sought to remain in strategic positions to intercept Bradley.Bradley sprinted across the terrain, his lungs burning with effort as he pushed his body to its limit. He couldn't afford to get himself caught because it would expose the organ
***Meanwhile, Oscar instead of following the other officer in pursuing after Bradley stayed back to reaccess situations.“What are we going to do about this situation?” Oscar’s personal assistant, Layla asked as they headed back into the hall.Oscar’s mind was brimming with ideas as he sought the best option to apprehend Bradley. He knew that Bradley’s first point of call was going to be his organ trafficking cult and that only meant that he would be hiding somewhere waiting for them to come and pick him up.If his cult members come to pick him up, it would be much more difficult to find either him or members of his organ trafficking group. He paused for a bit as if he was in a deep thought and then he hissed. “What's that sir?” Layla asked, noticing that her boss was disturbed about something.“Oh, that? Apologies, it's just that I think I know where Bradley might be or at least where he would be heading.”Layla’s eyes bulged open in surprise. “How do you know that, Sir?”She then
He started to wonder if the person who was supposed to pick him up at the rooftop terrace was still there. If he was still there, then perhaps there was a chance that he was not alone should he get into a fight with Oscar.Oscar, with his gun pointed with pinpoint precision, moved his feet slowly and surely as if he were encircling Bradley. His face was contorted with a smirk as he relished the chance of humiliating Bradley.“Nothing brings me more joy than the fact that everyone now knows who you really are,” Oscar spoke, his voice laced with disdain. “You can no longer hide behind that mask of innocence anymore.”Bradley’s chest heaved with each breath the moment Oscar said those words. He knew they were true and that he was ruined. He was no longer going to operate his company effectively anymore unless he was able to magically get the accusations off his neck. That was definitely going to be a gigantic task with all the terrible images of evidence that had been piled up against h
Bradley’s eyes darted around the alley, his gaze searching for something even though he wasn't quite sure what he was searching for. Maybe an escape but he also knew that it would be impossible to escape from Bradley’s presence at that moment - not when he had a gun being pointed at his head.Bradley concluded that there was no escape for him so he hesitantly lowered himself to the ground, his submission a bitter pill.Oscar’s face was gleaming with a smirk of satisfaction. “Now, your hands behind your back.”Oscar wanted to get Bradley back into custody like a mere thief just as he deserved. Oscar’s hands moved with precision as the sound of the cuffs clinking hung in the air. “You want to know how I was able to find you here? Well, it’s the same flash drive.”“Oh! And just in case the other members of your blackmail and organ trafficking group decide that they are going to come to steal the flash drive away from my possession, you might want to tell them that I have copies of ever
Oscar’s movements were swift as he ducked for cover, taking shelter behind a dumpster. The roar of gunfire echoed in the alley and it was clear to Oscar that the shooter was on the top floor - perhaps on the sky deck.Oscar dragged his captive along with him so that he wouldn't think of escaping even though he was probably too weak to actively conjure a successful escape.Bradley, even though he was very weak and almost lifeless could hear the gunshot sounds. He knew that it was coming from the member of his organ trafficking group who was sent to come and pick him up. He wished that whoever it was, he kept shooting until he found the damned Oscar and kill him. Oscar’s fingers rested slightly on the trigger of his gun, his breath steady as he prepared to unleash a hail of bullets at the sky deck. He was waiting for the perfect time and knew that the shooter would have to reload after firing his bullets.Oscar baited the shooter into releasing another round of bullets.Pow! Pow! Pow
Oscar’s gaze faltered, a flicker of doubt creeping into his eyes as his conscience nudged at him. The officer was indeed a good man and quite loyal. He definitely didn't deserve to die in that manner because if there was something Oscar was sure about, it was about his loyalty and readiness.Oscar could have called a convoy to come pick him up after the operation but he wanted to develop trust with the officer after noticing strong traits of loyalty in him.Even though the dimwit in the backseat was only trying to provoke him, the officer was indeed a good guy.Bradley saw Oscar’s silence as an invitation and encouragement to taunt him further as he spoke some more words.“Have you given a thought to what his family would think about his death? His wife and probably his little girl?”“Have you thought of how they would receive the news that the man of the house would no longer be with them? And all because of what? Just to protect you and in a very foolish manner I must say, haha.”O