7 Chapter 7

They found the boat Elliott and his team used to escape the following morning, it was stained with blood.

      "They can't go far, Elliott was shot. We have to track them down. There's a small village across, they must've passed the night there" Luis said.

    He was on a ship with Scullard and some navy officers. john reported back to the department.

Arc and klye carried Elliot into a neighboring village late that night, he was still breathing and in urgent need of help. They lied about being attacked, and thier lives were at danger so they could be helped. They also told them not to tell anyone they were there, if anyone comes asking for them. The villagers agreed, and welcomed them.               Elliot regained consciousness in the morning.

The news about Mr Rivers death was the talk of the town in Los Vegas, USA at whole. His private jet exploded on his journey to Chicago. Research has it that a bomb was planted on his jet plane. The FBI was held responsible for his death cause they were the only ones aware of his flight. Someone has leaked the information to Elliott.  His body was in shreds, completely burnt in the fire.

They performed an autopsy on the parts, they were able to gather to check if Mr Rivers was actually on the plane, and it was confirmed.

The media, press and some civilians crowded the police department, for answers, it was sort of a riot. It was confirmed that the last place he visited was the department. Questions were thrown by the angry press and they had no other option but to answer every bit of it.

Luis, didn't know about the news, his majoy priority was to capture Elliot. He didn't know Elliot used the naval commander, as sort of distraction.

Elliot tried to call for help, but the signal wasn't strong. The only thing he could see was people on old dirty cloths, and barefoot boys dribbling soccer balls on the lawn. He stood disgusted.

A  child mucked up his shirt while paying ball, as he forcefully stepped on the mud on the lawn. He made a grimace at the prospect, and walked away from the mud, trying to remove the mud off his shirt.

"How do we leave here? " He asked the leader.