16 – A THREAT FROM THE VEGAS CONGLOMERATE

Alex’s heart nearly beat out of his chest.

Tendrils of dread curled in his stomach and his fingers were already trembling.

“B-bomb?” He stuttered, staring at Jack in horror. “Who are these people?”

More gunshots peppered the air and Jack took cover behind the bulletproof door of the car.

“I don’t know, boss, but I think they’re from your great grandfather.”

Alex was stunned.

“The same man who wanted to kidnap me when I was a baby? Isn’t that bastard dead yet?”

“Just hand him over to us and go free. We only need the young master.”

In the midst of the chaos, Alex watched in amazement as Jack calmly retrieved a walkie-talkie from his pocket and spoke into it.

“Las Vegas C-squad, this is Special Agent Jack Windsworth. We are under attack. I repeat, we are under attack. The attackers are threatening to take the young master hostage. Send back-up immediately.”

The two other waiting SUVs which were supposed to convey the rest of Alex’s bodyguards shot into action, barreling in breakneck spe