"Listen up, here's the plan: we strike right after the Italian mafia boards their boat," Roy declared, his eyes focused and determined.A voice chimed in, "What about the guns? Are we leaving them behind?"Roy's frustration bubbled, but he suppressed it before responding, "No, Sophie, we're not leaving the guns behind. I would have explained if you hadn't interrupted."Sophie tried to interject, "It wasn't rude—""Enough!" Roy cut her off sharply, anger in his voice. "If you interrupt again, I'll use you as a body shield. Got it?" He stared her down, hoping she'd grasp the seriousness of his warning.Sophie, taken aback, pressed her lips together and shook her head, silently acknowledging his words."Now, let me continue. Since the connection here is unstable, someone needs to head to a location with a stable connection and immediately inform the Colonel about the Italian mafia's whereabouts, giving him all the details he needs. Tell him to bring his A-game if he wants to take them dow

“ Hello,” John greeted the blonde receptionist, that almost swoon at his charming smile. She let out a slight cough, comporting herself then she plastered her usual professional smile on her smooth olive face. “ Good day sir, how I may help you ?” “ I need to speak with your CEO please.” He said.She brought out the appointment book from one of the drawers then asked, “ Do you have an appointment with him ?” flipping the pages.“ No, but can I still talk to him ?” he jutted out his bottom lip, blinking his eyes, trying to look cute.She let out a long breaths, diverting her eyes to the golden elevator. Her fingers drummed on the book, then summoned courage to look at the handsome man in front of her. “ No sir, I am really sorry. I wish to let you in the office, but if I still love my job, I can't. It is risky going against the CEO's protocol, I will definitely get fired. I'm really am

“ Good day sir, ” A security guard greeted him as she opened the glass door for John. He smiled at the woman, entering inside. His eyes averted from the guard to the receptionist table in the lobby, no one is there. He sighed turning his gaze back to the woman beside him. “ What do you want sir ?” the woman asked, one of her hand was placed on the door handle and the other holding a black fat baton. “ I need to see your manager or the owner, just anybody that I can talk to concerning using the hall for an event or have power over this place except the owner. Sorry, you can direct me to the owner, if you like. I just want to check out this place if it is perfect for my event. You get me ? ” The woman chuckled, “ I do get you sir, I will call someone to direct you. I can not leave my post, please pardon me.”  John waved her off, saying. “ Oh it's no problem, we all have to do our duty, can't afford to loose your job.” Smiling, she said. “ T

A red sport car swerved to the right, parking anyhow in between the cars in the parking area. The engine was shut down, as the car opened and a man with an average height, having a beautiful tanned skin. He came down in a rush, not even bothered to shut his door. He left the car like that, he dashed to the white building in a frenzy state. Despite his face looking tired, his pointed nose and nice lips still stood out. His brown hair looked rough, just like his tie that was hanging on his neck roughly and his shirt flying over.He pushed the glass door of the building of the ‘Crescent hospital’. He entered inside, still running towards the receptionist's table. By mistake, he smacked the table making the pretty nurse flinched at the sound, raising her head up. Panting , he said. “ I'm sorry, it was not deliberately. ”The nurse forced a smile at his apology, dropping his pen down on the table. “ What is your problem ?” She tried to ke

John opened the door and they both walked inside. “ Make yourself home, I will be right back.” He said to Marco as he made a beeline to the stair case. This time around, he did not do any breathing exercises, giving himself pep talks before entering inside. He just pushed the door, entering inside with no care. The room was the same as he left it except there was no crying lady that curled herself in one corner.  His nose scrunched up as he sauntered his way to the en-suite bathroom. He pushed the door a bit, peeping through the small space but there was no sign of any human being there. He closed the door and stood akimbo with both hands on his hips, million of questions swimming in his head, none with no answers but all concerning where his fiancee could be. He sighed, then his feet carried to the front of his small desk. It was only his laptop and bunch of papers on the table. John sat on the plush leather chair and immediately he opened his laptop, h