Rex gently opened his eyes to find one of the men in black gazing at him in astonishment. The other teammates turned, gazing at him too.
One of them instructed, "Send a photo to the boss."
Rex noticed the men trembling as one of them moved forward and took a picture of him and forwarded it to their boss.
He dialed his phone, and the man laughed, saying, "He is a total photocopy."
He ended the call and headed back toward his teammates.
He explained, "The boss wants us to bring him in."
"What… is going… on?" Rex finally found his words.
"On the floor!" the man who was holding him by the hair ordered.
The transporting officers looked up and began protesting.
"Where are you taking him? This is a convicted criminal!" one of them spoke up
"Your bosses will fill you in, but this man is now government property," one of the men in black stated showing his ID.
The officers read the badge that read NSA (National Security Agency)
"We are looking for a spy who is believed to have hidden in one of the incoming cars," they explained and ordered the security officers to leave.
The two officers got up staring at each other and then at Rex who was begging them not to leave. Between the two teams, he preferred his odds with the officers.
One of the officers' phone beeped, it was his boss ordering him and his team to leave the convict in the hands of the NSA.
"Hey… Wait…" Rex was almost crawling
The two men in black grabbed him and threw him into their vehicle as they drove off.
Rex was on the edge of crying, could feel his wet eyes. He was positive he had just soaked his pants.
The car continued to move for what seemed like an eternity. The three men in black drove without speaking, and when they arrived at their destination, they took Rex out of the car while covering his head with a black sack.
He struggled to see where they were hauling due to the darkness of the bag over his head.
When the pulling finally stopped, he was forcefully pushed onto the seat.
He could hear footsteps leaving the room. He had no idea where he was or their intentions of taking him with them.
He heard footsteps again as the door opened.
When the black bag was taken off his head, he was finally allowed to take in his surroundings.
He was sitting in a chair with a small table in the center of the room.
He turned his head, and a man in a suit, with white hair, medium height, and a file in his hand, stood behind him.
The man gave him a long, hard stare.
"According to the information we acquired while you were in transit; you are Rex Grayson, twenty-three years old and you were found guilty of careless driving causing the death of an old woman," the old man said.
Rex went on staring at the old man.
"If you are Rex, then who is this?" Throwing a file on the table, the old man asked.
Rex returned to the table and looked at the file, where he caught sight of a photo of himself. It was his face, but based on the setting and the clothing, it was most definitely not him.
As he browsed the file, scanning back and forth between the old man and the pictures, his eyes nearly burst their sockets.
The old man finally sat down and introduced himself as Peter Banks, Director of NSA.
"Yes, what I thought too when a photo of you was sent to me," he said. "We are running DNA as we speak but we do not have time," he added.
"This… Is..not…me," Rex's voice mumbled.
"Yes that is Agent Chad and his body is lying in our mortuary, killed yesterday of course but he was assigned a very important mission that only his face has access to," the Director explained.
"W...hat?"
"In short we need your pretty face," the Director smiled.
"You have two options here. We can either send you back to prison to start your five-year sentence or we will put you on a plane to Israel and replace our dead agent," the director smiled again.
Rex stared at the man trying to grasp what he meant.
"We are offering you a job to work for the NSA in exchange for not serving your five-year sentence," the old man offered.
Rex paused his thoughts, waiting for the man to declare everything was a joke and that they were playing a sick joke on him. However, the elderly man had a serious face on.The director's phone beeped "DNA says you are not related, so you must be a doppelganger," he said and ordered Rex to make a decision."Everything is a Joke, right?" Rex finally spoke. The man warned, "Mr Grayson, with your pretty face, men will make a meal out of you. Therefore, my advice is to sign a contract with us.Rex swallowed hard, asking the man to show him his ID. He understood he already said who he worked for but he needed to be sure.The director removed his badge and gave it to Rex."What exactly does the NSA do?" he asked."More like the CIA but we have jurisdiction in the country and way above them," the old man smiled."So if I get this job, I will not save time?"The old man smiled again, "Yes and I think we are wasting time discussing your doubts," the director said and removed a contract fro
Rex stared at her; no one said anything to him about any safe words. However, his shaking and sweating stopped instantly as he gazed back at her cold gaze.The two stared at each other for what seemed like forever.Like some sick joke, the girl smiled and handed him her briefcase, taking his.Rex let out a loud sigh, and the shaking and sweating resumed. He was not sure what had just happened.The door of the restaurant opened, and the Director walked in, his face beaming with a smile."Congratulations, Mr. Grayson, and welcome to the team," he said."Safeword… She asked for a fucking safe word," he kept mumbling."Yes, and your safe word was not to say a word," the Director reminded him.Rex stared at him back and forth; he remembered the warning not to say anything to the woman, but no one told him it was the safe word."What... would have happened if… I had said something?" He asked."She would have known you were fake and shot you," the Director smiled.Rex gasped in horror, the m
5 Years LaterFive years passed, but for Rex, it felt like an eternity, though the wounds of betrayal were still fresh, leaking of maggots.The rules at the NSA were strict; he was never to contact his family or Chelsea. He was not allowed to look them up or spy on them. If he was caught doing any of the above, he was going to be sent back to prison.It was never easy, but he pulled through it all, and after five years, he became one of the top NSA agents. He excelled in almost anything: martial arts, guns, spying, and most importantly, being rich.He managed to amass wealth that not even the NSA was aware of. They mostly gave him missions outside the country, which enabled him to build connections and make deals that he was making money on and putting into offshore accounts.Five years of saving and not touching money but investing and trusting the right people to invest the money, of which the profits were saved in offshore accounts,None of his business
Whatever you are selling, I am not buying," Sydney finally spoke, trying to shut the door in his face, but Rex quickly grabbed the door."Sydney, it's me, your brother Rex. I am alive!" Rex stated. Sydney raised her eyes, finally looking at the man, and noticed he looked just like her late brother, though he appeared well-kept, rich, or perhaps more classy.Her dead brother, who they said was attacked on his first day in prison and died.She gasped, taking one step back.Five years ago, she was shown his beaten-up body. They all saw his body, and because they could not afford a coffin, they had to cremate him, and his ashes were in the living room.Without a second thought, she ran inside, screaming. Either her mind was playing a trick on her, or someone hired the man in front of her to play a sick game on her."Sydney, wait!" Rex ran after her.Sydney ran straight for her phone, but she could not find it. Her father, who was sleeping on the couch, awoke from the screaming and asked
Breathing heavily, Sydney slammed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the house. She desperately wished that he was a fraud, an impostor, and not her real brother.There was no way her compassionate brother, who always prioritized others over himself, would accept such a ridiculous offer from the government and abandon his family."He wouldn't do that," she kept telling herself as she threw herself onto the bed and began sobbing.Meanwhile, in the living room, Rex proceeded to tell his father about the deal he had made with the government. His father remained silent, his eyes fixed on the floor.Rex grabbed his father's hand and started begging, tears streaming down his face. "I'm sorry, father. If I had known, I never would have taken that stupid test," he cried out.His father's eyes rose in a way that revealed the hidden sadness he was trying to conceal. "The good news is that you're back," the old man whispered. "That's what matters."In another room, Sydney went on
Rex slowly began reading the lawsuits that Chelsea filed against the government for what was referred to as negligence in his death. There were various articles on different websites. His mind was digesting the reality that not only was his sacrifice to accept the blame for the crime in vain, but Chelsea went on to profit from his fake death, and his family did not receive a penny.He sat on the couch worn out, without making any movement. The breakfast he had planned to prepare for his father sat in the kitchen drying up.He felt his stomach turn and all the stomach contents came hurling up making it difficult for him to hold it in.He got up and ran to the bathroom and vomited his guts out.Sydney walked back into the room at the sound of the vomiting. She looked in her father's direction."This is as hard for him as it is for us," her father said."But…" Sydney tried to protest, but her father interrupted her."Our prayers have been answered, I don't care if it's the devil that an
Rex was taken into a private room, giving him time to calm down. But the entire time he was in there, all he could think of was how dedicated he had been to the NSA while his family was wallowing in poverty and humiliating conditions.He clenched his fist, breathing heavily. He had wasted five years all for nothing. The Director betrayed him; the stupid fool was at the top of the list next to Chelsea."Chelsea! Director Peter Banks! Chelsea! Director Peter Banks!" Rex kept repeating to himself.The door opened, and one of the agents walked in. He cleared his throat and spoke."Due to your good record over the past five years, the Director has decided not to press any charges," he said.Rex looked away, showing no sign of being moved or grateful. The Director was nothing but a pig, a worthless piece of sh*t."Can I go?" he asked."Next time, you will not be this lucky," the Agent warned.Rex walked up to him, "Tell that to your boss," he warned.The Agent smiled, "Listen, you have bee
With a smile on her face, ready for a new chapter in her life, Chelsea woke up excited. It was her wedding day, and not just any wedding day, but a grand wedding day to the city's biggest tycoon, Rayan James.All the rich and famous were invited, she wanted them all to watch her leap to the top and become Mrs. Chelsea James.Her bedroom door opened, and Melissa, her cousin, walked in. "Hurry up, we are going to be late," she said.Chelsea screamed in excitement and ran to the bathroom. She washed up, and within an hour, she was in a couture million-dollar wedding dress, admiring her figure, long dark curled hair, and flawless skin.She could not wait to be in all the leading top magazines in the country.Her enemies were going to die of envy, especially her stepmother, whom she had invited for the purpose of choking her with envy."The car is ready," Melissa said.She smiled and was led to the car. She paused at the door, taking in the moment "Five years ago, I nearly married a pea
Rex sat in his office, waiting for the deliberations on his application for the Director position. The supervisors were locked for over an hour, debating while he sat in front of his laptop watching Peter run mad. It was two days in his holding cell, waiting for bail and for his lawyer who was trying to prove that Chelsea was not mentally stable and her confession was not reliable or credible in court. The man was busy tearing into Chelsea’s life and exposing her with a list of all the government officials she once slept with and all the illegal activities she was involved in. Their main goal was to tarnish Chelsea’s name so that she was deemed not credible to confess in any courtroom. Rex did not interfere, he sat back and watched from a distance as the two went on exposing their sex scandal and dirty laundry. Finally, his phone beeped. The supervisors were done. They called him and he entered the office very confident. “Congratulations Rex Grayson, you are officially the
Peter Banks was placed in handcuffs and taken to the van that drove him to the private detention center. He was calm and did not show any signs of resistance or frustration. He was more interested in the person who was going to lead the investigation, considering the dirt he had on all the directors and deputies in various agencies. That was why he was untouchable; everyone was dirty and was supposed to know not to go poking in other people’s business. He was taken into a room, and in minutes, his supervisors and deputy walked in.“I will advise everyone to think or visit their lawyers before they say anything here,” he warned in an orderly tone.The door opened, and Rex walked in.“What the fuck is he doing here!” he yelled.“Rex is now part of our team and is leading this investigation,” the deputy announced, sending Peter slamming on the chair.He looked at his supervisor.“Last we checked, you are the one who recommended him, and it took him only a day to get a confession,” the
Rex headed for the NSA building and could see cars following him. He looked in the mirrors and stepped on the gas.The confession was going to reach the tribunal whether he was alive or dead.“Sir, take your next exit, we will block the cars,” the watchers assured him.Rex made a turn, and his phone rang.He looked at the caller, and it was Peter.He answered it, wanting to hear the old fool’s voice one last time.“Where is my daughter!” Peter yelled.“Cremated in a vessel,” Rex replied.Peter paused, his breath audible.“Do not worry, they placed her in two vessels, and I intend to bring one to your prison cell, plus my drug so that you get to live longer and save your sentence,” Rex replied and hung up.“You stupid fool! I will blow up! How could you cremate my daughter without me!” he yelled, but Rex had already hung up on him.He dialed the line, but it went on ringing.Frustrated, he called the men who were following Rex.They needed to abduct Rex, dead or alive.“How far! Why am
Rex slowly pulled away from the hug, tears streaming down his cheeks.“Ever since that woman walked into your life, you made her your priority and then your son came, and finally you were on your road to recovery,” he added and looked down. “You were nearly there Rex, you were almost there.”Tears kept flowing.It was his father’s job to say the right thing at the moment. Rex was his son, and condemning him was not his part.They went on with the funeral procession, after which we headed to one of Rex’s mansions Rex’s father walked up to him with Sam in his hands.“The little man missed you," he said.Rex smiled and held the baby in my arms.His father cleared his throat.“You are coming with us, right?" he asked.Rex kept his gaze on the baby.“Rex, this is where the vengeance ends. That man killed his own daughter, and as a father, that would be the worst kind of karma,” he stated.Rex kept staring at the baby.His phone beeped; it was the watchers.He gave the phone one glance and
“Where is my daughter?” Peter kept demanding from the hospital administrator.His daughter was supposed to be at St Luke, the other officers confirmed that's where they sent the body, but only to be told the hospital had no idea where the body was.He called his deputy, who kept ignoring his calls.Everyone he was calling had no idea where she was taken, and neither did he have an idea of Chelsea’s whereabouts.He could smell Rex all over everything. Even in his daughter’s death, the stupid boy was being petty.He called Rex’s line but could not get through.Pissed, he called his men to turn the city upside down until Rex was found.“No, no, find Chelsea first! Find that stupid bitch!” he screamed.Meanwhile, Rex and Patricia stood over Rose’s body, clad in protective clothing.Patricia could not stop the tears. She had a lot of regrets. If only she had not called her daughter back or turned to alcohol or cried over the stupid divorce. Her daughter had found a life with the man she l
The paramedics took Patricia away in the ambulance while Rex fixed his eyes on Peter, whose face was as grey as water-soaked chalk dust. It was the old man’s fault; he released Chelsea. He sent her to the function to kill him. He was the only one who had the power to infiltrate her into his security team. On the other hand, Peter could feel his legs numbing up; his daughter was dead. He killed his daughter; it was his fault. That was not a fact he could try to make excuses for or try to pull himself out of. He had known his family was going to be at the event, yet he risked it all. His only concentration was his target, to kill the target. To kill Rex Grayson He was led inside, ignoring Rex’s vicious eyes. He had expected the boy to be attacking him or throwing rants, but instead, he just sat there staring at him. “We finally have footage of what transpired,” the deputy announced and called Peter and other heads of the other agencies into a private room where they got to watch
Time froze for both Rex and Chelsea as they watched Rose land on the ground with a hit.Chelsea was supposed to shoot again, and this time she was not going to miss because Rex’s attention was on his wife, crying and trying to wake her up, but she just stood there.She knew she had messed up. Peter Banks was going to have her head, and she was not going to see any future.Peter Banks was supposed to give her a new identity and a new life. He even promised her a new country of her choice and a rich man to marry.But she could see all that going down the drain. A big hit to the head came from behind her as security personnel ran to the scene and disarmed her, sending her to the ground.Rex placed his hands over the bullets, calling out for his wife as blood began coming out of her mouth.“Rose! Rose! Rose, stay with me!” he yelled, his eyes darting around for help.He could tell the bullet went straight for her heart, and things were not good as she could barely open her eyes.However,
“How the fuck did you know about the charity event?” Rose yelled. “The invitations are not out yet, but you already know about the event?”Rex quickly got on his laptop, checking for any breach in security, but he found none.“Rose, the old board that you are trying to change was appointed by me, so they informed me about the event that you plan to replace them,” Peter explained.Rose slowly calmed down; she had completely forgotten why she wanted to change the board.“You are not invited. If you had cared, you would have called the day I gave birth!” Rose yelled, hanging up.She turned to face her husband. “He went snooping around the board, spying on me instead of reaching out to me!” she yelled, irritated.“I am going to block him. I do not want to speak to him or see his face!” she added.Rex got up from where he was seated and placed the baby in the crib.He walked to her and gave her a hug.“Bae, forget about him. The charity is not going to plan itself,” he advised her and pla
Rex was tempted to scream but restrained his excitement. Counting chickens before they hatch was never his style.But for eight months, he had tried to find a crime that would land the fool with more than ten years but always came up short.The closest he ever got was the money laundering, but because he cleaned both his mother-in-law and wife’s companies, he had automatically made himself an accomplice, which Peter would use against him.But now, with the CIA director awake, the flash, and a terrorist willing to confess, Peter was as good as gone.He was tempted to run after his wife and tell her the good news but restrained himself again.He was going to tell her everything after the investigations were done.He got up and took a shower, smiling and picturing how life with Peter locked up was going to be.He was going to be free, and there was a possibility of not leaving the country and bringing his family to join him and his wife.He finished his bath and headed out to meet with t