"How did I get here?" Scott demanded."I brought you here." Jordan answered back."You did? How did you know I was in trouble?" Scott questioned in surprise."I didn't. I was only there following orders, and then I found you barely alive on the floor " Jordan explained. "Who did this to you, Scott?"Scott remained mute after hearing the words of Jordan as he contemplated on whether or not he should tell him that the people responsible for it was the Fernando's family.If he should say something against the family, the police might take legal actions on them, and that could tamper with his mission here. So the best thing to do is give a false report."I got attacked by gang members." Scott responded."Really? Why?" Jordan inquired, as he took out a small notepad from his pocket and jotted something down."I really dunno. They just showed up and attacked me. It's not a new thing really, it has been going on for quite a while now so I'm not really surprised." Scott responded in a calm to
(SOMEWHERE ELSE)The police station was a bustling hub of activity in the afternoon. The fluorescent lights overhead cast a bright glow over the rows of desks and chairs, where officers typed away on their computers or chatted with colleagues. The air was thick with the smell of stale coffee and worn leather.To one side, a large conference table dominated the room, surrounded by chairs and stacks of files. A whiteboard covered in scribbled notes and diagrams stood at the head of the table, a testament to the ongoing investigations.The sound of keyboards clacking, phones ringing, and muted conversations filled the air, punctuated by the occasional rustle of papers or the creak of a chair. A TV mounted in the corner played a live news broadcast, the anchor's voice a steady hum in the background.The walls were adorned with maps, charts, and wanted posters, a visual reminder of the station's purpose. A water cooler stood in one corner, next to a vending machine dispensing snacks and dr
"That's what I thought. I don't know for sure, though, but based on his words I can tell he knows something. Question is, how much does he now and how did he find out?" Chief Jim bellowed. "He probably doesn't know anything. I mean, don't get me wrong, he might be suspecting us that we are still chasing the case, but he doesn't know for sure if we are indeed chasing the case. He is yet to catch us red-handed, neither does he have any evidence against us, so relax, Chief. As long as we play this safe, nothing would happen." Jordan remarked with his voice barely above a whisper."That's good. We have to be extra careful when having our meeting." Chief Jim sounded. "Since tonight is the night of the annual gang meeting, we should all meet in the secret tunnel to revise the plan and make things clear." He added."Yeah, that's a good idea. I'll inform the rest of the team and we shall all gather up in the tunnel." Jordan gave him a salute before standing up and exiting the office.***Bac
The footsteps got louder until Tory could be seen in front of his footsteps. She was dressed in a short tight gown that revealed her body shape, and a heavy make-up on her face, with a small designer handbag hung on he shoulder.She walked into the apartment with a puzzled expression and glanced around the place. While glancing around, she noticed Scott standing beside her with a big stick in his hand like a man ready for battle."Scott, what the hell happened here?" Tory questioned with a concerned expression etched on her face.After realizing it was Tory and not more gang members, Scott lowered the stick and let out a sigh of relief."What are you doing here?" Scott questioned in a cold tone as he dropped the stick and sat back down on the floor."What am I doing here? You got me worried, Scott. You weren't answering your phone, you weren't replying my texts, I though you were-""Dead?" Scott finished her words as he stood back up. "You thought I was dead, right? That's what you wa
"That's impossible, haha." The man muttered as he blurted out in mocking laughter, and the rest of the workers in the truck also join in the laughter."What's the matter?" Scott asked with a puzzled expression."There's no way you are Scott Carden,bro,and there's no way you ordered this goods. So please stop wasting our time and show us who Scott is." The man voiced out after having a good laugh."I see you lot aren't happy with your jobs and wish to get fired, right?" Scott sounded in a cold tone as he glanced at each and every workers faces.Hearing the words of Scott, the whole workers glared at him in bewilderment."Hey, what's with this guy?" A worker inside the truck voiced out, his gaze fixed intently on Scott."Are you going to show us the mansion of Scott Carden or not? Stop trying to be someone else which you'll never be in this lifetime. You are wretched and would always be wretched!" The man standing in front of Scott questioned with a stern look."I already told you I am
"We came here to deliver your goods, sir. And we also want to... apologize." Matt informed with his head facing the floor in shame."I see." Scott nodded as he folded his arms. "Then why are you all still on your feet?" He asked."What do you mean, sir?" Matt raised his head and inquired with a slight look of puzzle evident on his face."If you want me to listen then get on your knees and beg." Scott voiced out."Err, sir?" Matt and the other's mouth widened in shock after hearing the words of Scott."What's the matter? You said you came here to beg, right? Then do it while kneeling down." Scott remarked with his arms still folded and his gaze fixed intently on the men in front of him.They all mumbled among themselves and glared at Scott with a look of hate and anger, but they had no choice but to comply unless they would all lose their jobs. After grumbling for a few minutes, they all got on one knee and apologized half-heartedly."That's no way to beg. Go down on both knees with y
After walking for a few minutes,they finally arrived in the location, and Jordan flipped the switch, causing the whole place to brighten up. Several light bulbs light up, and the computers stationed around began to power up when he flipped the switch.With everywhere now bright enough, the whole group froze after catching sight of a figure sitting on a chair meters away with his back facing them. They couldn't see the face of the man, but they recognized the police uniform he wore."I knew it." The man's voice echoed throughout the tunnel. "I knew there was something going on somewhere." He added as he stood up and turned around.With the man now facing them, they were able to recognize his face."Sergeant Barry." Perez blurted out with widened eyes.Sergeant Barry, the one officer that suspected the group for still investigating the case of the gang Hunter, is now here in their secret hideout."So, let me guess, this is the place you guys meet up to do your dirty business. Is that it
"Jordan, please, lower the gun. There might be another way to resolve this. Barry is a high ranked officer, if you kill him things could get ugly!" Dawn pleaded with a worrisome look on her face.Jordan didn't listen and he still he'd his pistol close to Barry's head."Go ahead then...shoot me." Barry said. "Because if you do not kill me right here and now, I will definitely expose you all!" He added.Hearing the words of Barry, Jordan tightened his grip around the gun, his face filled with sweat and his heart racing. The gun in bus hand was trembling slightly, but he tried his best to hold it firmly."Come on, shoot me already!" Barry voiced out in an audible tone."Jordan, don't listen to him. Lower the pistol and let's find another way to solve this." Perez tried to persuade his comrade."There is no resolving this. If you guys don't kill me here and I leave this tunnel, I will surely inform the higher-ups, and you all will face judgement!" Barry interjected with a determined look.