Bradley's heart pounded as the footsteps approached, each step bringing them closer to the ward. He knew whoever was coming must have been drawn in by the commotion he and the fallen guard had caused earlier. Was this the end? Would he be caught and exposed, or would he find a way to escape this predicament? In a last-ditch effort to conceal his presence, Bradley summoned all his remaining strength and pushed the massive guard under the bed with a hasty shove. With his heart racing and sweat trickling down his forehead, he swiftly joined the guard's corpse, huddling in the shadows and praying that he wouldn't be discovered. As the footsteps neared, Bradley's breathing became shallow, his hands trembling as he tried to control his fear. He couldn't afford to make a sound, lest the intruder catch him and end his life as quickly as he had with the guards. As he crouched beneath the bed, Bradley's gaze fell upon the CCTV camera monitoring the room. A wave of panic washed over him as
Inching forward, Bradley quietly moved the guard's body out of his way, careful not to make a sound. Finally, his opportunity came. The nurse turned to grab a syringe from the tray, her back now facing Bradley. Seizing his chance, he crawled out from under the bed, trying to move quickly and quietly. Every muscle in his body tensed as he made his way toward the door, his heart thundering in his chest. If the nurse heard him, he knew his cover would be blown, and his mission would fail. With the door securely in his grasp, Bradley blocked the exit, effectively trapping the nurse inside. "Don't make a sound or I'll blow your head off," he whispered, his voice low and threatening. The nurse turned, her eyes widening in shock and fear as she came face-to-face with a man wielding a gun. The room seemed to freeze, the silence deafening, as she registered the gravity of her situation. Bradley held her in his sights, his finger poised on the trigger, ready to silence her if she made any
Jeremy marched toward Edward's ward, his pace quickening with each step. His mind was clouded with rage, the gravity of the situation fueling his adrenaline. As he entered the room, his eyes fell upon the lifeless limbs of the guard peeking out from under the bed. A burning rage consumed Jeremy as he shifted his attention to Edward, who was convulsing in the throes of the poison coursing through his veins. His heart hammered in his chest as he comprehended the extent of the attack that had just taken place. Jeremy's voice quavered with emotion as he rushed to Edward's bedside, his heart pleading with the dying man to hold on for just a little longer. "Edward... Edward," he cried, his hand grasping Edward's shoulder in a desperate attempt to keep him grounded in the present. "Please don't die... please hold on." His eyes scanned the room frantically, catching sight of the alarm button on the wall next to Edward's bed. His movements became a blur as he pressed toward the button, des
Jeremy emerged from the room, his fury evident in every step. He whipped out his phone, his fingers flying across the screen as he dialed a familiar number."Jefferson," he growled as soon as the other party answered. "I thought you told me you had placed your best men here to guard Edward. How could a single man have gotten past them and taken them all out?" His voice, fueled by rage, carried across the night air, the echo of his words hanging like a judgment.Jefferson's voice crackled through the phone, his tone contrite. "I'm sorry, boss," he replied, the weight of his failure evident in his words. He had already been informed of the events by one of his men on the convoy."I don't want excuses, Jefferson," Jeremy snapped. "I want answers. How could this have happened? The Nathaniels special forces are not known for incompetence, and this... this is a colossal failure.""You're right, boss," Jefferson acknowledged, the gravity of the situation sinking in. "And I take full responsi
Jeremy got home and sat in the room, his mind was racing with so many thoughts about what he just Experienced, everything was so strange to him. And at the same time he couldn't stop thinking about what Edward had said to him, before he gave up the ghost.He started blaming himself Even more, if he had known he would have come earlier, but now because of his delay he had lost a crucial piece of information, the only word he could hear from Edward was. “Starlight 10”Jeremy muttered to himself, his brows furrowed in concentration trying to think of something, anything. “What could it mean?”He murmured to himself.And leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples. “Think, Jeremy, think! it must mean something, anything important”He said, his voice filled with frustration as he couldn't think of anything. His brain seems not to be working properly again.“There must be something I'm missing.”Jeremy's eyes darted around the room, as if searching for clues. He stood up and started
Jeremy at the moment knows Raymond is indirectly making mockery of him, but he decided to pretend as if nothing is happening.He smiled at Raymond again and said.“ Even though I don't understand, but I know it's a very good position and you worked so hard to get it, and I'm so happy for you”Raymond cheek raised even more.“You can say that again my friend.”however he couldn't help but ask.“ Jeremy, what brings you here today?”Jeremy knows Raymond was definitely going to ask, and he knows what is coming next, but this time he's going to tell him the truth so he can shut him up quickly.“Well, I'm here for–”Jeremy tried to answer, but Raymond started talking again. “Wait, don't tell me! I think I know why you're here. You must be applying for that new security guard job that just opened up, right?”He looked at Jeremy curiously, and seeing the shock look on his face, he knew he got it right.Raymond at that moment started laughing.“I can't believe it! Jeremy wants to get a securi
"Yes,I can see that,"Jeremy forced a smile, grudgingly acknowledging Raymond's display of bravado. Though years had passed, Raymond love for showing off had remained steadfast, a frustratingly familiar trait. Raymond patted Jeremy's shoulder, his air of superiority obvious. "Don't worry, you won't have to compete," he said, his voice dripping with smugness. "I'm sure my project will impress the boss, and when he asks me what I want, I'll make sure to mention your name. That way, you'll get the job and finally experience the luxury you've only dreamed about." Jeremy suppressed the urge to roll his eyes, knowing that Raymond had always been quick to boast. Just then, Raymond caught sight of Jefferson making his way towards them. His expression shifted from cocky to apprehensive as he quickly excused himself from the conversation. "I'd better go. It's not a good idea to be seen talking when I should be working," he said, his tone hurried and a little anxious. As he hurried away, it
In the heart of the Kaiden mansion, the old man fumed, his face flushed with anger. "What's the hold-up?" he demanded, his voice booming with frustration. "I'm expecting a raid from those damn Nathaniels any minute now. Why aren't they making their move?" he bellowed, spinning to face his men, Bradley included, who stood nervously before him.The air in the room was tense, the undercurrent of panic was obvious. Bradley stepped forward, his demeanor respectful but uneasy."We've had no reports of any activity from the Nathaniels, sir," he said, his voice low and steady. "Perhaps they are biding their time, or waiting for the right opportunity to strike."The Kaiden patriarch's scowl deepened. "Or perhaps they are simply cowards," he growled. "They think they can best us by waiting, by outsmarting us. They are wrong.""We must be vigilant, sir," Bradley urged, doing his best to temper his boss's anger. "If they are planning something, we must be ready to defend ourselves.""You're damn