EPISODE 3 (SAI)
It was that day in the Lounge, she was dressed so simply. Her thick black hair parked with a string to her neck, her edges so curled. She had a natural lip gloss on and her bright dark eyes could pierce into any soul, gouging out their emotions. She wore a silver wrist watch and her ears were decorated with tiny silver earrings. The ones that you could only tell they were there once they meet with the light---they sparkled so well. She was in a plain white gown and a simple strand of African coloured Chiffon scarf was tied round her neck in a very fashionable elegance and her little kitten heels made a domineering sound in the lounge as she picked up her tiny purse to meet with the person she had been expecting. It was then she passed Dillion and apart from her smile that captivated him, her faint bloomy perfume mixed with the faint scent of coconut oil from her hair threw him off guard as he turned to look at her. She could have known the face anywhere but her eyes were focused on the man she was going to meet, happily throwing her arms around him in a joyful musical tone. "I missed you Hugo! You are so dead today!" The man laughed. He was fair and tall, about six feet one or two, Dillion couldn't remember. But he was more good looking than handsome. "Of course of course." Then he brought out something from his back---he handed a single white rose to Sai. "Oh my God!" She took it and perceived its fragrance. Then she said in a baby tone, "Awwn. I love it Hugo. Thank you." She hugged him again and admired the rose. "But how did you know I will be wearing white?" "Errrh..." Hugo scratched his head. "I didn't. I just thought your favorite color is white and decided to buy it that way." She smiled brightly. "Thank you Hugo. You are the best!" She massaged his fingers with her right hand while her left carried her purse and the rose. " How was your trip?" "Well, it was awesome---" Then they began walking away towards the entrance.• Dillion watched as they walked away, arm in arm from the lounge, until they were gone.He walked into his private lounge and sat. "Fred" His subordinate that was standing at the corner walked towards him."I want you to make research on all Hugos you can find online. But to be precise, a tall fair guy with charming features. I have never seen him before or heard of him." "Yes, sir." "And I want you to get the name and address of the girl he is currently dating, her friends and the family she is from" The subordinate slightly bowed, "I understand. but which girl sir?" "Go outside and look for her. She is cladded in a white gown. She has dark hair. Just get information and I need the feedback by tomorrow morning!" The subordinate swallowed."Y-yes sir." He knew his boss had quite a temper and he didn't want to step on his wrong side today. So he quickly exited the inner lounge and went at his task. When Fred left, He poured himself a glass of White Rum and started sipping it bit by bit while his brain and his greatest asset yet, calculated. "Hugo" He muttered to himself. The man was really a new face in the vicinity. In Tribat where the underground forces knew each and every existent family, Hugo was sure a person to raise an eyebrow for. And this time, he raised the eyebrow of the Don---because of a woman. That woman who was now pregnant for him.... Fred walked to the car park at the lounge building and sighted her from far. 'Thank you for making yourself so noteworthy." He stood at an angle where he couldn't be detected and waited. He watched them enter the Honda Jeep, following every procedure to buckle their seatbelts. Then, they were pulling out. It was then Fred brought out his camera and set it on the road. When they drove past, he videoed the movement of the car from the front to its back with both passengers and then closed it up when they were gone. He pocketed the tiny camera in form of a key holder and moved on. After having a sleepless night on this Hugo of a guy that raised his boss' eyebrow, with thick swollen dark circles around his eyes and his head cursing under his breath, Fred walked to the Shafts Mansion where he was to give his report, as always. This was not the first time, and it wouldn't be the last. Of course, he wouldn't be here by six-thirty-four if Dillion had not called him. He reluctantly dragged his feet on the floor and pressed the door bell after exiting his car. The door opened and Clara told him to come in. Dillion was already waiting, his legs crossed and a glass of what looked like either yellow tea or whiskey relaxed in his hands. But since his boss didn't drink tea, he concluded it to be whiskey. " Speak" Really? No good morning? Such arrogance. "The information on him is limited. Hugo Roderick, 28 years of age, barely stays in Tribat, always traveling__" "His family?" "Roderick?"Dillion raised a brow. "Which family is termed 'Roderick' in Tribat?" "The family is from Springs and not Tribat" "Code name?""I.. I am not sure he has anything to do with the underground." "Hmm." He sipped from the glass and rolled the remnant, studying it. "What is his purpose in Tribat?" Fred stood erect and opened the small folder pad in his hand and read aloud. "According to the report, he arrived in Tribat three days before yesterday that you saw him. His purpose is for holiday, three weeks stay, will be returning in two weeks and some days. On the 26th of this month__" "And the girl?" He interrupted"Her full name is Sairham Dedutch, Jonas A Dedutch family. The second child and only girl in a family of three children. Twenty-one years old" Fred stopped and waited for signal from him to continue but none came. Dillion stood up from his seat, he was in a black bathrobe and a pair of black slippers. He paced. And after a while, he stood and faced Fred. "I want you to put a tag on Hugo and on her."EPISODE 4: (THE DAYS AHEAD) Dillion had drunk down his last swallow and was now pouring another round for himself before thinking of Sai laying in bed. So he dropped the glass cup and left his bar to the room where the nurse and doctor were administering drip to her.The doctor sensed his presence and looked up at him. "How is she?" Dillion asked. The doctor shook his head "How do I say this to you?" He thought for sometime before picking out the right and shortest way to present the other message. "She is in a coma...like a deep sleep. Nothing to worry about for now." He watched Dillion's face for an emotion but none was evident. So he continued, "If she is able to wake up tonight, then she and the baby would be fine. But if she doesn't wake up tonight, she, and especially the baby would be at risk. But there are ways to make the baby survive, the baby is still very young". "How long does her case take?" The doctor looked at Sai on the bed and said, "Sh
EPISODE 5: The hunt He stood up and started pacing round the room, ignoring the men. "But come to think of it, if I killed you all it would have been nice cause I haven't tasted blood in a while." He slowly turned to look at their terrified faces, taking in the pleasure and then returned to his leisure pacing. "However, if I killed you, I would be short of hands and men... and I need men. So see," he smiled at them. "you are lucky." He bursted out laughing. The room was a bit dark and the light from the table lamp that laid on the floor— when it caught his face in the broken mirror, it reflected a scarred man. A quarter half of his right face wrinkled down to a part of his lower lip. When he saw his face, he frowned but didn't look away like he usually did. Instead, he stared right into his eyes which dilated and said, " I want you all to get that bastard for me. I want him alive so I can give him a living hell. I want to know who he is and the hell he haile
EPISODE 6: The hunt 2 Aurora looked at Lorin who was in front of the mirror assessing the armless silk silver gown that was sent to her yesterday. She looked pleased and content with a plastered smile to her face, her cheek could burn. "You really–reeeally think that he likes you?" She asked her, bewilderment written on her face. "I don't think so. I can smell it!" Lorin dropped the gown on the bed and sat by it. "He could have asked anyone but he chose to ask me." "That doesn't mean anything." "It does to me." She replied her warily. She touched her chest for reassurance and said, "Don't kill my hope." She picked up the jewelry box that accompanied the dress and opened it. "And I am certain he is a bachelor. I haven't seen him with a woman. Ever. This could be my chance." "Your chance to woo your boss?" "Hm-hmmm. I like the way you said it. Woo...I could try my luck." "Isn't he the same boss you always come home cursing when he makes your days difficu
RED INK EPISODE 7:The Hunt 3 ~~ "We are here at Ford mansion, boss." Fred said as he opened the door to the limousine. Dillion stretched his legs, almost meeting Lorin's and dropped his tablet in a corner. When he came out of the car, the evening's cool breeze danced around his face, carrying along the smell of dampness and... grilled chicken. Food. He looked around, seemed like the entrance was at the adjacent angle where people were taking pictures. He turned to the vehicle and helped Lorin to her feet, gently taking her hand. "Thank you." She said, standing beside him. He looked at her, her shoulders were bare. She didn't carry the coat. He stretched into the car and picked up the coat from the seat. He shook it out and wore it around her shoulders. He extended his arm to her, offering it up for appearance. She couldn't contain her smile as she slowly but purposefully wrapped her arm in his. "Shall we?" He asked. She nodded. He
RED INK Ep 8: Triggers Everywhere was blurry. The lights looked distant to her. She perceived the fragrance in the air, it was different and... it was calming. She heard the door open and closed—two or more approaching her bed. A man and a woman. The man looked like he was in a white coat or so, and he had black hair. He was hovering over her, looked like he was looking at her face. "You are awake?" The man asked. She recognized that voice. It sounded familiar. "She's awake?" A female voice asked from across the room. She heard a chair screech as the person stood up. She blinked again. Where was she? She was determined to make her visions clearer. She blinked continuously and slowly succeeded. She noticed the ceiling was made of white POP and a bulb stood in the centre of it. She looked at the three people standing close to her bed. "You're finally awake?" Clara sniffed, wrapping her scarf around her neck. She looked at them as she tried to
RED INKEP 9: Introductions "Wooooow!" Lorin whispered as they strolled into the interior of the party. The theme setting was a pale red and gold, mixed with some silver and glitters. The tables were all set in a fancy glimmer and the wine glasses were arranged so fancifully. She looked up at Dillion, he wasn't amused by the setting, his mind seemed to be somewhere else. From a table by her left hand side, she saw Larry Donas—he was making small talks with a beautiful blonde lady who sat beside him. There were about five people at his table; the table was large. In the ballroom, there stood nine to ten of that same table, all occupied by more people or less. "Where do we sit?" She looked around trying to find an available seat. Her hand was still on Dillion's arm, he didn't reply her. They watched a middle aged man walk up the podium with a smile on his face, dressed in fancy blue suit and a black shirt underneath. Black tie, black shoe, blue trouser. He s
RED INKEpisode 10: Introduction 2 • "So, does her husband and his wife know..." Lorin trailed off not wanting to complete the question. Dillion half smirked. He picked up the wine glass in front of him and got comfortable—his hand on the edge of Lorin's seat. "If you are asking if Madame Clara's husband knew, I would say yes. He was very well aware of the fact that she was stood up. Mr Ford and Mr McGiven never agreed till the day he died." Lorin was stunned. "Mr McGiven is dead?" Dillion sipped his wine and observed Hugo from the corner of his eye. He thought he felt him looking at him. "You know..." he started to say. "For someone like you who loves gossip, you surprise me that you know very little of the real gossip mangas." "You must have read me wrong then." Lorin told him. "I love entertainment. You are able to know this much info because you live in their world. I don't." "Of course. It was a lighthearted joke." Lorin looked at him, not amused for the f
Red inkEpisode 11: The Opera House The crowd was tense as everyone was at the edge of their seats, waiting for the famous Peter Spencer to hit his iconic E5 pitch. With their mouths agape, Peter took his pitch to its edge and held it for about seven seconds, causing most of the crowd to stand up on their feet, cheering and clapping; all impatient for him to give his finish and bow. After scoring his pitch, he smiled and ended the song along with the instruments playing. Admiring his cheering crowd, all clapping vigorously and some shouting "woah! Wow!"—everyone having goosebumps... This was his stage, his world. He had been playing in it for eight years since he was twenty and had built a name for himself. He surely had come this far. He reveled in it for few more seconds before giving his bow; first, from the right, then the left and finally, the middle. And with that, the curtain was drawn, all waiting for the next presentation for the evening. ~~~~~ "When is the act coming u