Alan Poza (The mad man of Valencia)

"We found another rat. He has been stealing information and selling to a group of rogues. They call themselves the 'outlaws'", Eben reported to Christian as they both walked the Halls of the gigantic mansion of the American mafia castle. "Outlaws you say?", Christian stopped when they were both outside, waiting for a car to pull around. Eben noded his head. "Let's make an example out of them then", Christian jumped into the car along with even and the car pulled out of the long circular driveway. Christian Gerrard, a real devil that one. Contrary to his name, he makes hell look stupid and must have been a tyrannical maniac in his previous life, one could say that he is the main reason why the American mafia became the most feared mafia in the underworld since five years he became the Don. One would think he waited patiently for his old man to breathe his last before ascending the mafia throne and they would be right, except that his old man was not the previous Don of the American

The city felt more full than usual but any observant person could tell that it is this time of the year, in any country that a city fills up to the brim. Vacationers, tourists, families, work and so on.Deck of card sees a city burst to the seams, with thousands of people coming from all over the world, some with their families. Now the government could complain about this annual meeting but the kind of revenue that deck of cards brings to a country, makes it a dream come true. Government officials call it Vendetta annual meeting but amongst the cult members, they know the real name.Sydney, Australia got lucky this time and within the last three weeks, the city hotels had been fully booked and the markets were selling like crazy.Inside one of these prestigious hotels, Wilbur's snore reverberated within the suite he got with Amina and Zayn, one would think there was a tired pig nearby."For a dangerous man he sure snores louder than a train horn can try, Jesus Christ", Amina grumble

The part of the christian holy book that insists that there's no peace for the wicked could be wrong if translated literally.The wicked derive unfiltered joy and peace from whatever it is that they do. The thrill, the high emotions. It is like performing in a little orchestra and being the concertmaster. It is a feeling above high clouds, the tingles on their feet and the swelling of their hearts when they perpetrate a pure act of evil thoughts.One could insist that the Bible is wrong in that context, but can one deny that in the place of wickedness is uneasiness? The feeling of being watched? The fear of anybody besting you? Most importantly, the fear of being served your own medicine, with your own cup? The wicked has no genuine peace. They come close, yes, but even in their deepest slumber, their own shadow haunts them and paints gory pictures of what could go wrong and the possibilities are too much.Christian Gerard jerked from his sleep earlier today. His mind doing one twent

Christian sat behind his huge desk, his brows furrowed as he looked through his system. He had Eben and another nervous man in the office with him."Stephan Devaraux, director of Zirock construction, is that all you have on him?", Christian asked."Yes boss. No family life, no friends. He paid the whole money in cash so no transaction details"It had been two days since the auction, a whole day since he delivered all the abductees to all their buyers but failed to deliver Freya to Stephan."I'm not comfortable with this", Christian murmured."How did he get tickets to the auction?", Eben asked the IT guy."Uhh, through an account with the name, Maddy Nimble. That one too is not a name in any database", the IT guy answered."You said he is the director of Zirock construction, look into his company, he must leave traces somewhere"Christian discharged the IT guy, leaving only Eben and himself in his office."It's been a whole day boss, what happens when he comes for his goods?", Eben as

"I heard a certain someone isn't eating these days”, Eben sang as he walked into Freya's room, a goofy smile on his face and a plate of pancakes on his arms as he tried to close the door.Freya rolled her eyes and looked out the window, her eyes taking in the green scenery below her room.“Captain America to the save, yay!”, She sassed.“C'mon, don't be like that. I worry about you”, Eben dropped the food and shuffled on his legs when the woman made no moves to sit down.“It's the best pancakes in town. I had Xen make it specifically for you”, he sad again.Freya still cast her eyes ousde, a forlorn look on her stressed face.One look at her and one could tell that she was not sleeping well. Her face looked drawn and she had lost a bit of weight since she got here.A bird flies far and high but it never fails to visit it's nest, bringing food to it's chicks and doting on them. More times than Freya can count her mind has strayed to her children. A painful squeezing feeling makes itse