Mike sat down on one of the blue sofas and stared at the enlargement that hung on the wall of the living room. The enlargement was that of his mother. That picture of her was taken three months ago on her birthday. Mike went on to make it an enlargement and presented it to her. His phone rang. It was an official call. He owned one of the booming restaurants in Center City. Lucky enough for him, the restaurant was not affected by the explosion. He ignored the call. When the phone was done ringing, the picture he took with his mother came into view. He had used it as his screensaver. He smiled tearfully. Memories would not let him be. How on Earth was he going to get over the loss of his mother? The only parent he knew was that woman. His phone rang again. This time, it was Steve. He picked the call .
" Steve. " He said as he placed the phone on his ear.
The director of the Federal Bureau of Investigations sat in his office with both legs crossed across his office table. He leaned comfortably on his swivel chair. It had already been twenty-two minutes he asked the team to come but no one was there yet . He could feel that sleep was slowly creeping to his eyes. He fought it . It was their fault. If they had arrived as told, he would not be here battling with sleep. He yawned weakly and rubbed his eyes. All he wanted at that moment was to just go home and relax well on his mighty bed and get enough sleep no matter how many hours it would cost him. For a very long time, he had not had any good sleep. Several hours of sleeplessness. Five minutes ago, his wife had called demanding that he returned home to get some rest. And at least, eat good food. It had been a long time since he did anything that made him feel good. He did not play table tennis anymore. Basketball was already out of the picture. His time
Captain Clinton walked under the morning sky through the streets of Washington DC. Anyone who looked at him would probably think he was on his way to work. He wished it was so. For many days now, he had been spending his night time in the office . He turned right and continued walking. " Rick, are you there?" He asked. " Yo. Right here." Rick replied through his ear device. " Just chilling with a bottle of—" he was cut short. " Please Rick, I do not have the strength for any long talks. How close am I?" " You didn't even give me the chance to finish what I wanted to say. " " You are so unbelievable, Rick. I asked you a question. And I demand
Mike had ransacked the whole room in search of what he needed. He wondered why all of a sudden, why his mother had to change the location of this box. It used to be right there in her room under her bed. But it was not there. It was not equally in the wardrobe . Those were the normal places his mother could hide things. But this time around, everything had changed. Could it be that someone already barged into their home and made away with the box? No way. Out of frustration, he decided to walk out of the room and walk straight to his own room in the house. Maybe his mother was struggling to pass all the information he needed to be guided after her death. And possibly, the box was a part of the information she tried to pass. Just then, he remembered quickly. His mother had sometime in the past made a strange statement to him." In due time , what you seek to know will be in your possession." H
The director of the Federal Bureau of Investigations was already waiting for his team . He looked at his time and sighed. He would have complained but he was not able to. The thought of the mission he was about to send them off to was on his mind. What if they did not make it back alive? But it was not such a big deal. Helen would go to platinum hotels and check out some issues in their security cameras. Agent Wills would go to Alabama. But what exactly was he going to meet in Alabama? No one had an idea. It could be dangerous. What if Helen is attacked? But by who? He remembered Helen was also going to track the so-called Mike. It could be really dangerous." Hey! Boss!" Helen had arrived.He looked up and smiled. " Helen, you are here already. "" Yes, I am . " She s
Captain Clinton walked to and fro in the East wing of the white house. He had not waited for long but he already felt that Rick was taking all the time in the world to show up. He sighed and walked to the stairs . Then, he sat down. His body hurted him pretty well." Captain Clinton!" Rick called out as he approached." Hey . You might need to stop shouting that name. "" What is the matter? Are you hiding from someone?"" I am supposed to be at the hospital receiving treatments from the doctors."" That is part of my reasons for being surprised. " Rick replied as he sat beside him. " Why are you here? "
Chief Christopher Balor assembled everyone who had his post at the gate. The number was big. There was no way he would start to investigate every single person present. So, he thought of other ways of doing this. At first, all he wanted was to take on all of them . Taking out separate time for each of them . All it was going to take was time. And as for that time, they did not have it in abundance. So, other measures needed to be taken in order to arrive at a definite result within the shortest time frame . He made his decision. This was definitely going to work out well." If you just resumed your duty in the rising of the sun, come this way." He used his left hand to direct them. " Stand by my left. " He looked around. He was making progress. The team before him got reduced a little as some people had already broken out. " If you have been here before the coughing bout of the president, com
Steve sat down at his table eagerly waiting for Mike to arrive. His take had not yet been served. The chair opposite him was empty. Mike was going to fill up the vacancy when he arrived. But he was already taking too much time to arrive. What was keeping him? The television that hung on an adjacent wall was on but Steve obviously did not have any interest in whatever program was going on there. The television had played an Asian epic romance movie to help people tide over the situation in the country. But that would only work if all the people seated there had their attention fixed on the television. The strategy was obviously not working out well as no one was wearing a happy face. Platinum hotels was definitely going to make big sales on that day. A lot of people wanted to be at the site of the explosion but were not granted the privilege by the security men and women at work. So, many started devising a new strategy. Since platinum hotels was
Helen stood with the manager of platinum hotels in a hallway. He looked like he was in his twenties but a careful study of him would make even a child know he must be in his forties. His thick mustache was enough proof. But considering his size, no one would ever expect him to be as commanding as he was at the moment to Helen." I am sorry, young lady. But you may have to leave this place on your own or I will be forced to order the security to throw you out. "" It is just a simple request. Let me take a look at the cameras . Take me to your security control room."" I have tried to be cool with you because this is our hotel and our job here is to serve people. But it is obvious you have ulterior motives for coming here. Who on Earth walks into a hotel and seeks access to a