Asking A Favour

Alex stood there, words escaping him.

"I… I couldn't just leave him there, could I?"

"Yes! That is exactly what you should have done! Let the police handle the super-strengthened criminal!"

"They wouldn't be able to detain him. Did you not see the vault door he hurled at us?"

"That isn't your problem, Alex! What are you going to do with him now?!"

Alex had the inkling of an idea, but he wasn't sure it would be a good idea. He would have to ask for help from a man he already owed a favour to.

Alex reached into his pocket, pulling out two things.

The first one was his cellphone. The second was a black business card.

On this card, only a phone number, written in a bold red colour. This was Alfred's card.

He didn't know if the man would respond to his call at all, but it was his only shot at reaching the person he really wanted to contact.

Dialling in the number, Alexander put the phone to his ear.