Mk X Baraka Novels & Stories

After it got through, he said politely, “My plan has failed. Some guy named Kiran came to Mawi and ruined my plan. They’re going to my house now, so you all better run.” After the other party replied, Barak hung up and disappeared into the dark. He did not even bother about Qasim’s body. Maxwell led the way, and soon, they came to a suburb at the foot of a mountain. They looked up and saw several villas with tall walls around them, like palaces. “This is Barak’s home, also the home of the richest man in Mawi,” Serena said to Kiran. “He sure knows how to enjoy life,” Kiran sneered.

He must realize it because he steps back and resumes his guard duties with the sour expression now painted on his face. "Jax's," Kara shouts and pumps her fist in the air. This receives cheers from the crew. Jax's is an underground bar that serves the worst hooch in the Federation. We get paid in credits and Jax's place charges fewer than most out of the disreputable establishments and it's where you go to get seriously drunk. If no one dies of alcohol poisoning tonight, I'll consider this visit a success.

I groaned in anger and I clenched my fist in anger, frustration, sadness and fear. Nigel and Rita had taken their turn in searching everywhere. Makaila's mum was safe in her hotel room with the police men on guard at every nook and cranny suddenly took my keys, entered my car and zoomed off to my favourite bar. I need something to drink, something, anything to get my mind off this whole situation. I got there and went to the stand. "One shot." I told the bar tender. He nodded and served me.