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
Peter’s team camped in the east of the building, while the terrorist group camped in the south. Both teams were waiting for Rex to walk out of the building, but it was already four hours after office hours and there was no sign of him.At first, both teams thought he was working late, especially since his car was still parked in the parking lot. But as evening came and most of the office lights were off, they could see that even Rex’s room was dark.Peter’s surveillance team was forced to physically check if Rex was in the office, and to their shock, they were informed that Rex had left in the afternoon. They immediately called Peter, who began rendering insults on them for their incompetence.“Sir, his car is still parked in the parking lot,” the man explained.“You stupid fool! Stupid fools?!” Peter yelled.If there was one thing that Rex was good at, it was going into hiding.“Do you know what you have done!” he yelled.“Sir, we will find him!” they assured him.“You better find hi
An entire week passed with no signs of Rex Grayson. Everyone was losing it, not only Peter but Nisili and his group. At one point they began thinking he was dead, especially in the manner that he left. Unknown to them, Rex was in Alaska, busy with a team of scientists in an underground facility working on antidotes for the ISHA group’s biological weapons.The good part was that most of the weapons were made from toxins, which made the antidote-making process much easier and faster especially since money was not a problem for Rex. He was using the money he stole from the terrorists to fund the antidote. If the stupid group made the weapons then they were going to fund the antidote making. The scientists were done with about four antidotes, the only one remaining was the fourth one for the heart. The one used on the director of the CIA. It was more complicated, and the scientists needed at least a month to work on it.Rex looked down at the samples. He had planned to go back to the
The two cars stopped on the outskirts of the city at an old abandoned building, and the watchers transported the terrorists in and cuffed them to the chairs.It was going to be a while for the gas to wear off.“Nisiri is not among these men,” one of the watchers observed as he emptied their pockets. Rex turned, looking at the tied-up men’s faces, and noticed Nisiri was indeed not among them.“No, no, please tell me we left surveillance on that warehouse,” Rex asked.The watchers began looking at each other.“Guys, seriously?” Rex breathed in and out. “We always saw three men go in and out, so we thought they were only three of them,” The watchers explained.Rex closed his eyes, trying to control his anger. He was not the type that lost it in front of people. “We are on it," one of them replied and got on the phone.There were two types of watchers, the ground watchers and the eye watchers.They alerted the eyes to keep the warehouse under surveillance and walked out of the room wit
Peter sat in his office, ignoring the pager phone that kept ringing over and over again for the past hour. The pager was specifically for Nisiri, so he knew who was calling, but he was not in the mood for the failure. He was beginning to regret killing Abdul, who was more effective than the useless boy. The phone kept ringing, and the persistent sound forced Peter to remove the pager from his drawer and smash it to the ground. He had a lot of paperwork to deal with and not enough time to entertain some fool who could not do a simple job. His supervisors were already on his neck for the paperwork that was trailing behind and by the time he was done, four hours had elapsed. He looked in his message box for any updates on Rex but found nothing. He closed his eyes on the verge of cursing when the building's emergency alarm went off. It was a code red for an intruder in the building.He quickly got up just in time for the phone. He answered it, and it was his Deputy. "Sir, we have a