Port of New York, New York City.
Mia hugs the coat tighter round her body as the cold night air blows in from the sea.
Try as she can, she can't quite understand why Jacob will choose to meet at the seaport of all places. Maybe he likes the sea, she think, or perhaps he's a fan of the privacy of the setting as the movies will have us believe.
Or maybe he's just an egomaniac who wants to show you how much control he has of the situation, her mind supplies.
Whatever Jacob's reason is, Mia lets it slide and cocentrates back on her surroundings.
On paper, the government owns the port. The truth though, is that Jacob Londermann controls over ninety percent of the operation going on there, just like he does almost every other business venture around the globe. It's like the reach of the man’s tentacles has no end.
Soon the entire world will have Alphatech written all over it, Mia
“Who are you people?” asks Jacob, facing the men with no fear even at the sight of their big guns.“We’re Joseph Lewis’s own personal knights,” replies the man in front- Mia assumes he's the leader- with an air of importance. “Now if you don’t mind, we’ll take the girl and be on our way.”It’s obvious that Joseph’s men are at the advantage. Jacob has been so over-confident about his victory that he brought a few men with him, and even fewer weapons.“We can win this if we try, sir,” Quinn whispers over the earpiece.But Jacob knows better. “No,” he replies. “We’ll only end up dead if we do so.” This time he has to admit Joseph has gotten him and gotten him good.“Alright, you can take Tekna,” he says to the man, stepping away to give him access to Mia, “but remind your boss that this is far from over.”&ld
“You’re sure about everything you just told me, Mr. Londermann?” the detective asks, checking his notepad for the second time.“I told you that my men and I came to the port for a routine check when these men suddenly showed up and began firing at us. My men had to return fire in order to protect me and that’s why all the assailants are now dead. Tell me what part of that sounded unsure, detective,” Jacob returns as he tries really hard not shout at the man standing in front of him.To be honest, Jacob has never been a fan of cops. All talk and no action are what he thought of them. Left to him, he won’t have wanted them involved at all but unfortunately, some passer-by heard the shots at the port and called the cops.Seeing them arrive long after the exchange is over and the dust settle, Jacob recounts the incident- at least, the abridged, open to the public, and uncondemning version of it- to them, just as he repeats i
Newark, New Jersey.Paige Houston loves being a doctor a lot, except the part where she has to go home feeling like a deflated tire. Even now as she treads the tiled floor as soundlessly as she can in her wedges, it feels like a thousand hammers are at work in her head at each step.Please God, let today be over already so I can go home and rest, she thinks as she approaches the reception.Or to die too. Whichever floats your boat.“What does the time say, Bertha?” she asks the nurse at the front desk.“Why do you keep asking me that when you have your own wristwatch?” the nurse returns, looking up from the computer she’s working on to glare at Paige. There’s no real venom in her eyes though and the two women soon begin to laugh at one another.“I want to know whatyourtime says, Bertha,” Paige says after a while, still laughin
Jacob sits at his desk fuming over the unfairness of how his victory is robbed of him; and a great victory, it will have been too. He already has Mia cornered and about to submit to him. The end of that fight is a certain in that moment.But that end doesn't come like it's supposed to, which is why Jacob decided to call on one of his greatest works to understand why.ElPasado. It's the only device that he can think of to take on the responsibility of answering the most important question of the night: howin the world has Joseph known that he will be at the port with Mia?Now, it's no brainer that Mia herself isn’t behind the leak. She doesn’t like Joseph any more than she likes Jacob. Besides, she has no obvious way of contacting him; and even if she does, Andrew will never have allowed her to do so.Which leaves only one logical possibility to consider: a mole. Someone has been betraying Jacob and feeding Joseph
The last thing Andrew expects to see when he opens his eyes is him shirtless with a bandaged side and a strange woman about to inject him with whatever is in her syringe, but that’s exactly what he finds.Injection, it suddenly springs up in his mind and he reflexively kicks the woman in the stomach, winding her and she goes down on a knee; he proceeding to pin her hands behind her back as he assumes a very strong chokehold.“Who are you?!” he screams into her ear. “What have you done to Mia?!”Just then, Mia walks in on the event. “Andrew, let her go!” she shouts, unceremoniously dropping the grocery bags in her hands and running towards them.Though Andrew hears her shout, he doesn’t respond. As it turns out, the adrenaline coursing through his body has taken charge and he isn’t quite fully oriented yet. The woman in his hold begins to wheeze with her lips turning blue and face red- she&rsqu
“I’m still not in support of this mad plan of yours to go up against these people,” says Andrew for the gazillionth time as he and Mia sits down in Paige’s study to plan their next move- actually, Andrew is the one doing the sitting, Mia just paces up and down till his head begins to spin from watching her do it.“I already told you that my mind's made up,” she replies, finally sitting down on the table in front of him to rest her own spinning head from pacing about the same axis too much, “but you can leave if you want to. I’m already indebted to you for the rest of my life because of the protection you’ve given me all these days, it’s not necessary for the both of us to put our lives in danger together.”“No. No way, Gates,” Andrew returns, shaking his head vehemently in a show of his disagreement. “I only said that I’m not in support of your plan, not that I’ll leave you
Manhattan, New York City.“Are you ready for this?” Andrew asks as he helps Mia out of the limousine they rented specifically for the party, courtesy of their good friend, Dr. Paige Houston.“As ready as I’ll ever be,” she mutters in response, failing to hide a grimace.Thing is, in Mia’s euphoria of inviting herself to what is most definitely the party of the year, and the immense preparation Paige has gone through to make her fit in as best as possible too, she has totally forgotten about her inability to effectively mix with people; but looking at the crowd of elegant, stock up, and well-dressed people flocking into the Manhattan Science and Technology museum serving as the event centre now, it comes flooding back and she isn’t so sure she can get through the party anymore.Be strong, Mia,she tells herself and tries desperately to get her erratically beating heart under
“Are you sure this is the right direction?” Andrew asks Mia as they walk down a corridor in the deeper part of the museum that seem to have no end.“I’m sure it is,” she replies. “Jacob’s phone signal places him somewhere in this particular area. This corridor is where it’s strongest.”Jacob exits the hall immediately after his presentation, but Mia and Andrew wait for about thirty minutes before they begin to tail him; and just like they predict, he doesn’t leave the building straight away.Thing is, it’s relatively important for Jacob as the CEO of Alphatech to be available when the sale of the Technobots commences, and since he may presumably not want to mingle with the people who seem hellbent on meeting and squeezing every drop of the genius in his brain out of him throughout the party, he will need to go somewhere secluded but still close enough to remake a grand entrance if necessary withou