"Come on! I thought you said you were someone dangerous, why them aren't you putting up much of a fight?" Tabulee voiced as he walked towards Scott who struggled to stand up and was currently coughing up blood.Tabulee swung out another kick towards Scott's chest, but he managed to twirl his body sideways and weaved the kick by a hair length. But Tabulee didn't stopped there, he closed the gap instantly, grabbed Scott's sporting black hair, and jammed his head into the wall.Blood splattered around as Scott's head was slammed against the wall hardly and he fell down to the floor."You are dead meat, Scott Carden!" Tabulee spoke in a deep and demonic tone as he walked towards his dagger and picked it up.Tabulee walked towards Scott, his dagger gripped tightly in his right hand and his gaze fixed intently on Scott who just laid down there with blood flowing out from his head, and bruises all over his body.WAW" WAW" WAW" WAW" WAW" WAW"The sound of siren caught the attention of Tabulee
"Doctor, do you have a second?" Jordan beckoned on him."What's the matter, officer?" The assistant doctor inquired."I just have one question for you. Who else did you inform about Marie waking up from her coma earlier today?" Jordan questioned in a deep and serious tone, and his eyes glaring right into the eyes of the doctor.The doctor stood there for a few seconds before he finally responded, "I only informed her brother, no one else.""Just Scott? Are you sure?" Jordan questioned."Yes. Just him." He responded before walking away, leaving Jordan alone with his thoughts. Jordan weren't back to the bench and sat with looks of contemplation."He only told Scott about it and no one else, meaning the only people who knew about Marie's recovery was I, Chief Jim, and Scott." Jordan pondered internally. "I was with Chief the whole time, so he probably didn't tell anyone else. Scott on the other hand, I'm not sure. If he is working with the Gang Hunter and also gave him info about Marie w
"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