Ariel Mackenzie is a tough and resilient woman who has always put her son, Jason, first, she could even go up the sky and pluck the moon for him. But when the assassin organization she works for demands the head of Jason's father, Vincent, Ariel is faced with a difficult decision, should she risk her future relationship her child, or save it by not completing the mission, which has dire consequences. Going back to her hometown did not only open up old wounds but it created new ones, secrets that were meant to be kept in the dark were brought to light, betrayals were made and and some relationships were broken.
Ariel sighed and finally stood up from the bench she was sitting on, the sun had already set making her curse at the fact she hasn't gone to pick Jason up yet.
At least by now the director should have given up on the thought of taking Jason so he is a bit safe to go get him now.
Getting on the bike, Ariel powered it on and then zoomed off.
Reaching the Dixon's mansion gate, the security guard didn't ask questions like that last time and allowed her in directly making Ariel wonder what exactly did Jason show to the man previously.
There was a maid waiting at the entrance probably to greet guests, "I'm here to pick my son." Ariel stated her reason of being there and the maid bowed down to her waist which caused Ariel to cringe, did she go back to the 1750's or what is with the deep bow.
"Right this way, miss." The maid, while she was still bowing down pointed towards the direction Ariel should pass.