Cookie's standpoint                      Turns out handling a new job and a new training schedule wasn't as easy as I thought it would. My first day of work was spectacular, made new friends secretly, but my first day of training wasn't that great. Except for Bruce, none of my trainers were nice to me, all were so strict and merciless, especially Georgia and Carlos. Six weeks and three days gone; forty-five days of taking photos for a magazine, forty-five days of shooting videos, forty-five days of attending events and business meetings, forty-five days of getting my ass kicked, forty-five days of overworking my body.            The

                Cookie's standpoint                    I watched Carlos pace around with sweat soaking his body, he was panicking and nagging about him becoming a father. Ted and I were getting bored already, we wanted to go back to our round three–he ruined it.            'How did it happen! How the fuck did a baby get involve in this goddamn situation! How did I end up being a father!'            'Dude, wasn't your sense working when you were busy fucking her?' Ted sighed.            'What right does she have to get pregnant!' &

              Ted's standpoint                Cephas stared at me with disbelief and then back at the DNA result in his hands. We were alone in a room, I had to show him what was making Cookie so upset. That was the only reason I brought her with me, to introduce her to her biological father. Perhaps I should have told her first. He shook his head and dropped the test result. 'This is impossible, she died.'      'Like you were told. Cookie is alive.'      'Her name is Cookie?'      'Cookie Aileen Carlisle,' I said calmly. He laughed dryly.      'Ted, this isn't a joke. You can't joke with such things, you know how it makes me feel.' He said shakily. &nb

Ted's standpoint                'Yolanda, can you get Barrow in there? Into the ship?'      'On my own, yes. But with someone with no experience, no. Georgia can come with me, it won't be too hard for her to blend in. Can she?'      'Go,'      'Okay,'      'Lance, be ready to shoot anyone that will notice them. Barrow, go with them and don't get caught. Bruce, follow and keep him safe, he needs to shut down the bomb.'      'Got it.'      'Yolanda?' All I could hear was water ruffling. She was swimming there with Georgia. 'Report?'      'I'm in,' Yolanda giggled.      'Wait a minute, you snuck in since, didn't you?'  

'What do you plan to do to him?' Bruce asked, looking down at his body. 'After his third whip, inject him with the special chemical I have been working on, just for him. Let it eat his system slowly and make sure his room temperature is at the right degree, as hot as a volcano. The pain will last for ten days and then at the eleventh, I'm having a horse rip him apart slowly.' 'A horse?' Lance asked. 'Four horses. His hands and legs would be tied to four horses heading to different directions. They would all pull him apart. The same way he killed Lucius, don't you remember?' Maurice asked. 'I know you are mourning, but I was hoping you can go talk to Carlos, he has been in his room for days now.' Bruce said in a pleading manner. 'What do you expect? The man lost his baby and the mother. Are you expecting him to be dancing around?' Lance scoffed. 'Just imagine you losing that girlfriend of…' 'That's enough!' I snapped. 'Get him to the hospital before he bleeds