Hearing the words of Jordan,Chief Jim swiftly made his way towards him and glanced at the computer. "Take a look at this. Your name is all over today's headline, chief." Jordan spoke while pointing at the computer screen. Chief Jim took a closer look at the screen and could see protesters carrying banners with his name written boldly on it and some were also holding his photo with an "X" sign on it. "They want me to give up my position as the chief?" Chief Jim blurted out in shock. "But why?" "Probably because of what happened at the Television station. The whole city saw it, Chief. They saw how you just stood there and watched the worker get killed. They are probably putting the blame on you because it is your job to keep them safe." Jordan remarked. "What should I have done? If had attempted something he wild have killed everyone there. Doing nothing was the right thing to do." Chief Jim voiced out with looks of disbelief. "I don't think it's all because of what happened
(AUTHOR'S NOTE: I AM SO SORRY, GUYS, THERE WAS A GLITCH IN THE LAST CHAPTER. IT DOUBLED THE CHARTER AND I'M SURE THAT WOULD HAVE COST YOU A LOT TO UNLOCK. I'M TRULY SORY ABOUT THAT.. IT WASN'T INTENTIONAL.) Scott's eyes widened in shock and his heart skipped a beat after catching sight of the masked men standing in front of him with their guns aimed tows him.Mrs. Charlotte cleared her throat and stepped out of the elevator majestically before shifting her gaze towards Scott."I believe you remember me, Scott. We met at the station on your way out." Mrs. Charlotte spoke softly, her gaze fixed intently on Scott."Yes, I remember you." Scott responded. "What the hell do you want with me?" Scott questioned, trying his best to hide his nervous expression to avoid suspicions."What I want with you is simple. I need you to answer my questions truthfully or my COMRADES here will make you answer them." Mrs. Charlotte spoke."What questions? And I see no reason to lie because I am not hiding
"PERHAPS, YOU THINK I'M JOKING, RIGHT?" Mrs. Charlotte snapped, her pistol pointed towards Scott's head, and her finger placed on the trigger, ready to shoot. Scott swallowed hard after catching sight of the gun aimed towards his head, and his heart pounding. He knew if the Special force should find out about the part he played in Sergeant Barry's death he would be in big trouble that even his resources back home will be rendered useless. So he had to keep denying no matter how much they torture or threaten him."Why will I lie to you? What would I benefit from lying? I won't be so stupid do anything that will get my name written in the special force's black book. After all, I'm a nobody. I'm a worthless cleaner, why then will I get involved in such a thing you are accusing me of?" Scott bellowed solemnly with blood trickling down his mouth and his eyes barely opened. "Stop lying to me, Scott, because I'm not buying it. Tell me your part in all these or I'm going go pull this trig
Simon swiftly made his way towards Scott and sunk into his knees to check up on him. "What happened to you, man?" Simon questioned, a worrisome look evident on his face."Don't worry, man, it's not as bad as it looks. The special force came here looking for me but it was all a misunderstanding, don't worry about it." Scott responded as he wore his black hoodie to cover his muscular body. "The special force came I here looking for you?"Simon blurted out. "Yeah, they did. And I'm surprised you didn't see them. I'm pretty sure everyone saw them." Scott remarked. "I was busy at the office." Simon responded. "It's all good now. Like I said, it was a misunderstanding and they are gone now. And as for the injury don't worry about it. It's not that bad." Scott affirmed as he rose to his feet and tapped Simon's shoulder. Simon let out a sigh of relief after hearing the words of Scott. "Will this be a wrong time to ask you about the text you sent me few days ago and why you haven't be
The company was still bustling with the workers busy with their day's schedule. Scott headed to the changing room to get dressed in his uniform, however, before he could step into the room he heard a soft feminine voice call his name from behind."Mr. Carden!"Scott turned around and saw the female receptionist heading towards him with a stern look etched on her beautiful face."What do you want?" Scott inquired calmly.The lady glanced at Scott from head to toe in disdain before speaking, "Mr. Micheal will like to see you in his office."Scott already knew the reason why the boss wanted him in his office, but he decided to ask why."And may I ask why?""Why are you asking me? Do I look like Mr. Michael to you?" The lady spat."Yeah, right. That was the response I was expecting." Scott shook his head and tucked his hands in his hoodie's pocket as he began to walk away."Get ready to be fired, trash! It's about time anyway!" The lady voiced out but Scott paid no attention to her as he
"You're fired!" Mr. Micheal spat, anger evident in his voice.Scott nodded as he turned around and exited the office. He covers his head with his black hoodie and began to exit the company.He walked down the staircase instead of using the elevator, and when he arrived downstairs he walked out of the exit door and began to make his way outside the premises."So, that's it, huh?" While Scott walked forward he heard a familiar voice from behind, causing him to halt his steps but didn't turn around."Yes, Simon. That's it. I no longer work here." Scott responded without turning around, and his hoodie still covering his head."What are you going to do now? Where are you going to get money for feeding and other stuffs?" Simon questioned with a worrisome look etched on his face."Don't worry about that, Simon. Mr. Fernando is offering me a job at his company. It was his idea that I quit working as a cleaner here that's why I didn't bother pleading for me to keep my job." Scott responded as
"Can I have the keys please? I don't have all day." Scott requested.The lady stood there, dazed by what just happened. The man standing before her looked nothing like a millionaire. His appearance was like that of an average working man who probably works as a salesman in a convenience store or probably a guy that delivers food.However, the man she presumed to be a common low class worker was able to rake out millions of dollars in a heart beat.She wondered what manner of man stood before her."Y-yes. I'll go get the keys, Sir. Please kindly wait." She bowed her head respectfully before walking away hastily.Scott stood there, his gaze fixed on the car as he examined it closely. He only needed the car to travel to Wombat's territory, not with the intention of owning a car or show off."Once I'm done I'll probably sell it and the money will be given to charity." Scott mused before shifting his gaze to his watch to glance at the time.It was currently 45 minutes past two."Where the
VROOOOMM!!!Scott drove his car through the street as he headed towards Wombat's territory. His eyes glancing at the map displaying on his phone every now and then to make sure he was on the right track.Wombat's territory was located outside the city and it would take a few hours to get there by land. However, if one should travel through air it would only take a few minutes, or maximum of one hour.Scott drove for several hours until he finally pulled over in front of a gigantic purple gate. There was no other way forward, and all he saw was the gate blocking his path."Is this the place?" Scott mused before glancing at his map. "Oh, it's the place. But where the hell is everyone?" Scott pondered internally with a slight look of puzzle.The whole area was quiet and desserted. Tall trees filled the place, blocking out the rays of the afternoon sun.Scott sat there for several minutes before blowing his horn three times."Or maybe I traveled to the wrong locati-" Scott paused his word