Scott halted his steps abruptly upon hearing Iniesta’s words, lifting his hands in the air as if signaling defeat.“Drop your weapons and turn around, slowly! You’ve done enough! You killed all my men! But now, I’ve finally captured you!” Iniesta spat angrily, his gun unwavering as it aimed at Scott, who stood still with his hands raised, motionless in the moonlit alley.“Are you deaf? I said drop your gun and turn around!” Iniesta’s voice grew louder, irritation evident.“You know,” Scott began in a soft voice, still facing away from Iniesta, “I overheard your comrade talking earlier. He mentioned something about calling someone—some man named Bolasco. From what I gathered, you aren’t in charge here. Bolasco is. And I’m certain he ordered you to call him once you found me, but you decided to handle it yourself, didn’t you?”Scott paused for a moment, allowing the weight of his words to linger in the tense silence. “You thought catching me on your own would be easy. You figured if you
Scott stood over Iniesta, whose body lay still on the cold concrete floor, blood oozing from the wound in his head. The dark pool expanded slowly beneath him, its crimson color contrasting with the dim light that flickered across the dilapidated room."Fool," Scott spat disdainfully.He had no intention of ever playing the Russian Roulette game. The very suggestion had been nothing more than a clever ruse, a psychological trap set to make Iniesta lower his guard. And it had worked. Iniesta had fallen for it, driven by his thirst for revenge and blind ambition. Scott's calm manipulation had turned Iniesta into the architect of his own death.Scott stood motionless for several minutes, his sharp gaze fixed on the lifeless body. His mind was already calculating the next steps. He had no need to feel guilt or remorse. In this world, it was kill or be killed, and he had simply survived. The air in the room was thick with the stench of blood and gunpowder. His muscles remained tense, ready
Scott halted his steps after hearing the words of Oliver, and he turned around to face."You're pretty late, man. Infact, we are already rounding up. This is unlike you. What's up?" Oliver spoke further as he approached Scott."Uhm.. I was a bit sick that's why." Scott lied, trying to maintain a calm and collected demeanor."I see. So did you tell boss about it?" Oliver inquired."No, I didn't. But I will soon." Scott responded."Oh, alright then. I hope you get better soon." Oliver patted his shoulder softly, and when he attempted to leave he caught sight of a crimson stain on Scott's shirt and hand."Wait, is that blood?" Oliver asked, moving closer to Scott to get a clearer view of the stain.Scott lowered his gaze and saw the stain, and he swiftly wiped it with his palm."This is the same shirt I wore yesterda, so it must be a stain from a red paint." Scott responded as he wiped it off."I see." Oliver nodded. "Allright. Catch you later. A lady camd here looking for you earlier bu
Scott's heart raced as he dashed into the factory and swiftly made his way to the office. He pushed the door open and stepped inside."Scott, what's the matter?" Oliver blurted out after Scott barged inside with his face drenched in sweat."Where are the rest of the female workers?" He asked while scanning the office."I don't know, they went to take pictures somewhere in the factory. I'm not sure about it though." Oliver responded audibly. "Why are you asking?" He asked.Scott walked closer to him and placed both hands on his shoulder, "Listen to me. I want you to tell all factory workers to evacuate the building and go somewhere far away! I'll find the female workers and also get them out of here.""Why? What's going on, man?" Oliver questioned in bewilderment after hearing the words of Scott."The lady you told me about...the one who came looking for me earlier, she planted a bomb in here. As we speak it's currently counting down, and in less than five minutes this whole fucking pl
Scott picked himself back up slowly several minutes after the explosion, and he shifted his gaze towards the paint factory that was now on fire. He glanced at the burning building, his blood boiling in anger, and his two fists clenched tightly.He never expected Nadine to go this far just to punish him for what he didn't do. This just made it obvious that she was wicked and has no heart, and she's just using 'revenge' as a camouflage.There were several workers in the building and if Scott was a minute late they would have all died alongside him."Damn that woman." Scott muttered through gritted teeth as he glared at the building. "I can't keep letting this happen. Nadine has to be taken care of before things escalate. She already made the first move, it's my turn to make a move of my own." Scott mused before the gril with a broken leg still on the floor, unable to move."Are you okay?" Scott inquired."Yes... yes, I am." She responded shakily, still in shock by the whole thing. "What
The crowd of workers began to speak collectively after Chief Jim asked a question, and all hands were pointed at one man... Scott.Chief Jim turned to face Scott with a slight look of puzzle, and he made his way towards him."Scott? What are you doing here?" Chief Jim inquired, his gaze fixed on Scott."I work here, Chief. Or I used to work here." Scott replied."I see." Chief Jim nodded as he took off his brown hat and wiped the beads of sweat off his forehead with his sleeve before putting it back on. "So, can you tell me what happened?" He asked."Metal collided against each other, caused a spark of fire, and the spark caused the explosion." Scott told him the same made up story he has been telling everyone that asked. That was the reasonable explanation he could come up with that would cover the fact that it was a bomb."Those guys over there said that you mentioned something about a bomb that was planted by a lady. Is it true?" Chief Jim lowered his voice and inquired."It wasn't
Scott stood there with an expressionless look, complete unfazed by the words of Oliver. Kate's father was the least of his worries right now. "Whatever the consequences are I'm ready to face it, man." Scott replied in a calm tone before slapping Oliver's hands off his collar and walked past him. "Oh, yeah? You think you can handle the wrath of a politician? A man that eats and drinks with presidents?!" Oliver spat, his gaze fixed intently on Scott who was currently walking away with his hands tucked in his pocket. He had been questioned by the cops and they told him he was free to leave for now, so he saw no reason to stick around. Scott exited the area with his hands tucked in his pocket and headed straight to the bus station. Scott sat in the back seat of the bus as it began to drive him to his destination. As he sat there he pulled out his phone and went to the email he received from Sandro a few days ago. The address of the Mexican men in the photograph was displayed boldly on
Scott's eyes widened in shock after Mr. Fernando collapsed, and he swifly made his way towards him. He dropped to his knees, "Sir! Sir! Sir! Help!" Scott voiced out, and Bolasco swiftly dashed into the room and headed towards him."What the hell happened to him?!" Bolasco questioned after arriving there."I have no idea. He just fell." Scott replied, a worrisome look evident on his face, but deep down he was grinning.Bolasco knelt down beside him and placed his hands on his chest, "He's barely breathing!" He informed audibly, "We have to get him to the hospital quickly. Go bring the car around, Scott!" Bolasco voiced out as he tossed a car key towards Scott Scott nodded after catching the key before turning around and began to dash forward. He exited the living room and ran straight to the living room where several expensive cars could be seen.He unlocked a shiny black Bentley and swiftly stepped inside. Scott stated the engine and drove out of the garage before driving toward the