Peter Banks closed his eyes, trying to process what he was hearing.“Should I send men to your house to get the answers physically?” the voice on the other end of the phone snapped him out of his thoughts.“I will get my… men on it," Peter quickly replied. "Your men are probably locked up somewhere, Rex Grayson rarely kills,” he added.“I do not care about that! You have twenty-four hours to find my men!” the voice yelled, irritating Peter.The criminal had no power over him, and he did not have the right to command him around.“I said my men will get on it,” he replied and hung up.He got his men on the phone and updated them.“Sir, shouldn't we be tracking Rex?” they asked him.“Rex will be back,” Peter replied and walked out of the room.He was halfway out of his yard when a call from his deputy came in.“Yes?"“Sir, you can't believe what just happened. Remember the ISHA terrorist group?" the deputy asked.Peter swallowed, he could feel his hand shaking already.“Sir, are you ther
Rex picked up the gun and removed the bullets, throwing them into the glass of juice that was next to Peter.Peter looked at the glass breathing heavily. “Where were we?” he asked. “Oh, on you giving me the names of the terrorists so that I could clean up your stupid mess,” Rex added.Peter slowly placed his hand into his jacket.“I wouldn't do that if I were you,” Rex warned.Peter ignored him and removed his blood pressure medicine bottle. He tried to open it, but his shaky hands could not allow it. For some stupid reason, his hands kept shaking. “I can help with the bottle," Rex offered.“Shut up! Shut up!” Peter cursed.Rex chuckled and went on eating.Peter finally managed to open the bottle, but the contents ended up on the floor from too much shaking. “Oops, can I pick one for you?” Rex offered. “Shut up! Shut up!” Peter lost it, throwing the plate of food and juice on his side of the table and sending everything to the ground.“No, you shut up!" Rex got up and pounced on
“Boss, wait,” the watchers advised him. They were yet to gather enough information about the terrorists, but one thing they were very sure of was that the terrorists were good hackers.“They are going to see you coming," they warned him.“That's why we have skin masks," Rex replied and removed a silicone face mask and placed it on his face.He looked in the mirror, making sure the mask fit perfectly.White hair and some little wrinkles stared back at him.He was now officially a sixty-something old man.“Is the hotel surveillance on? And I need a room next to Sayad,” he requested.“Sir, all the rooms next to 306 are occupied. This mission is out of the blue and we have not been prepared for it. We need to think, we need time,” they advised him.Rex decided to take a seat back, trying to think. They were right, he was being too fast. Patience was always his game.His phone rang, snapping him out of his thoughts.It was Peter, calling.He did not have time for the stupid old fool, but
Rex got to work and opened his bag. The first thing he needed was to scan the room and block any hacking devices in the room. He placed his blockers in the four corners, blocking any outside signal, and then began scanning the room corner to corner but did not find anything.“The room is clean, sir,” the watchers confirmed.“Can we get into the next room?” Rex asked.“If you can get one of the bugs into his room,” they replied. “As we speak, we only have access to the hotel surveillance, but it does not cover the rooms,” they explained.Rex closed his eyes, trying to think of the best way to enter the room without force but could not come up with a better plan. The room was probably trapped with all sorts of traps. The enemy he was dealing with was not the typical type that would fight hoping to come out alive but was the type that would not mind killing himself together with the enemy.“Sir, Abdul is out of his room,” they informed him.Rex opened his laptop and logged into the sur
Abdul pressed hard on the gas as he made his way to the next city. That was the group’s protocol; leave town when things go south. Then lay low and wait for things to stabilize. After which come back harder and finish off the enemy when they least expect it.But this time the attack was different; he had no idea who the enemy was. The old man or Rex. He just could not get the old man’s face out of his head. It was the old man; his surveillance should have captured him leaving the room before he made the decision to gas the room.“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” he hit the steering wheel in irritation.He was a hundred percent sure it was the old man. It had to be him and he was probably working with RexBefore he booked his room, he had hacked into the guest list and made sure to have a room that was in between guests who were staying at the hotel for months. But all of a sudden, the guest in 305 left, and on the same day, another guest got the room. From what he had seen in the room, the previ
Rex rubbed his tongue around his mouth as he slowly took a seat. His only lead to the terrorist group’s nest was blown into the waterAnd now he was only left with the biggest question: who wanted Abdul dead and why now, or the question was who knew where Abdul was? “Sir, what should we do?” his watchers asked. They were also blank, the last thing they expected was the man to end up dead.“Search the street surveillance, that restaurant is for the rich and famous and probably has thousands of street cameras,” Rex ordered.His mind was in a race trying to make sense of just what happened.There was a voice telling him the government killed Abdul, but usually, when a government agency took out threats to the security of the nation, they usually cleaned up the mess without the nation knowing.So the public display meant the killing was private.But who?“Sir, we just sent photos from the crime scene,” the watchers beeped him.Rex quickly opened his media and from first glance, he could
The guards walked to Peter, asking him to follow them to the ground floor and maturely settle the matter. They did not want to manhandle him but wanted him to leave with some respect.“If any of you puts his filthy hand on me, I will make sure your future generations pay for this day for the rest of their pathetic lives!” he warned, as his breath became ragged.He could no longer hold in the disrespect. “Sir, you do not have to cause all this trouble,” one of the guards spoke up.“Trouble! I built this ticking building, you stupid fool!” he yelled at the guard. Inside the office, Rex noticed the situation was getting out of hand and quickly walked out of the office.The old man was the type that enjoyed feeding on drama. “If he is refusing to leave, you should have carried him out of the building,” Rex stated as he walked out. Peter slowly turned, the boy had no ounce of respect for him. He crossed the line. He understood the need to prove that he was now powerful but he crossed t
Peter was left standing, hands clenched into fists, jaw clenched, with his face pale as he restrained himself from removing the gun in his pocket and shooting Rex at the back of his head.“Fuck!" he cursed.Of all his enemies that would have a drug for his condition, it had to be Rex.It was like he was being made to pay for all his crimes or was the big man upstairs testing him? Maybe he was going about it the wrong way.Asking was not going to yield anything, that was a fact he needed to accept about Rex.The boy thought he was a big shot now and untouchable because he was running his companies. He needed to show the boy who had the power between the two.He signaled his men and they brought the car to him.He got in and dialed Abdul’s men.He had ignored their calls the previous night and now it was time to use them.“Why were you ignoring our calls!” a very angry voice yelled at him.Peter removed the phone from his ear, irritated.“I was not going to answer your call when I had