WILLIAMS

(Back on the boat with Samantha the injured Alphonso and Emma)

" So that's what happened " Emma concluded her narration. "So let's discuss how we are going to rescue Brad. First on how to track him because my device already lost his location. I guess they stripped him off all electronics already" she says while shaking her head.

"Here I've him" Samantha brings out a sleek gadget dangling it like a priced possession

"this is my latest invention it contains the location of the tracker placed in his anus. It remains inactive and cannot be detected until he activates it by calling my name I plan to let everyone have one after test running it on the captain" she declared seemingly proud of her invention.

Emma and Alphonso's eye sparkled "so let's get to discussion .

"First thing to do, contact the headquarters for reinforcement"

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At another unmapped Island, it is daybreak a yacht docked and the already unconscious Brad was carried into the island. The island is a settlement and several ships and boats could be seen at it's harbor. On the island, men could be seen moving about with guns, drinking and gambling. Several buildings were erected housing these criminals and God knows what . Brad was taken into one of the buildings tied to a pole and several men were left to guide him.

Inside a luxurious office on the island a man sits on a rotating chair smoking a tobacco constantly tapping his walking stick on the table. "Lord Alfred we lost contact with the group sent to chase after the rats" a man reported. Lord Alfred raises his head up and he turns out to be the Asian man who slits Daphne's throat. " you need to find them at all cost I need to provide an explanation to Assembly man Joe about the disruption of his party" Alfred says while puffing out smoke. He looks up and exhales heavily 'I should never have gotten involved with that Daphne bitch. She's so stupid and entitled' his eyes filled with visitudes of emotions

He turned to the man on his left "make preparation to deliver the next batch of cargos. Doctor Milan said some new organs should be fresh and ready tonight. Make sure you get them and deliver them to the buyers." He stands up and leaves the office. He walked to the room where Brad is being kept. Seeing is half alive condition he ordered the men to apply first aid to keep him alive and to keep pressing for Information. "try and sniff information about his teammates. I refuse to believe he is on the ship to steal money."

"Alfred the assembly man is on the line" A man in grey suit strides in and informed "what should we do, we don't have accurate information yet" "hmmm! Let's go" Alfred walks back to the office and picks the phone. A deep voice could be heard at the other end of the line.

" Do you have any explanation for what happened today"

" I'm sorry Don. Based on the information we've extracted from the culprit they are just university students who trailed Daphne in desperation. One of them had second thoughts and they plan to steal some cash. It's pure coincidence that they bumped into our operation" Alfred replied

The man on the other end of the line whom Alfred referred to as don sighed and proceeds" Do you believe that" Alfred became silent. Of course he didn't. A foolish person cannot survive in their line of business. For him to have gotten to this level shows the extent of his smartness.

" I give you three days to get to the bottom of the matter. If not report for punishment" The voice ordered coldly

" Yes Don" Alfred answered while gritting his teeth. The voice disconnected

Clang! Clack! Kak! Alfred flings the telephone in anger " who does he think he is talking to me like that. I do all the work and when something goes wrong it's punishment??"He must really think I'm a pushover"

Hahahahaha!! He cackled with a glint in his eyes. "Williams can you see. No matter how high we climb and how hard we work, we remain pawns that can be discarded in his hands"

The man in grey called Williams looked on with no emotions" I will take charge of the interrogation and see if I can find anything" He walks away living the lifeless Alfred in the office.

In the room where Brad is, a man in white lab coat could be seen attending to his injuries. The man applied minimal medicine, opens the cooler beside him, brought few injections all of which he inserted into his body. Brad who was formerly unconscious regained a little bit of his consciousness.

"That should be enough to keep him awake and ensure he doesn't die soon" the doctor said to the man in the room before heading for the door. The man nods and look at Brad who is slowly waking up. He walked closer, examined him and seemingly satisfied he also left the room. Brad was left alone

Half an hour latter, Brad opens his eyes and tries to make out where he his. He was initially greeted with darkness but latter his eyes adjusted to the darkness. 'the infrared contact lens Samantha had him wearing forcefully finally came in handy. The lens activates when the wearer is in total darkness so right now he could see clearly.

Where he is in is an empty ware house. He tried moving his hand and discovered it is still tied not like that will be a problem for him though as there is no knot he cannot untie. The only problem is that he currently did not know where he is not to talk of how to escape. He leans back into his chair with a very calm face as he cooks up a plan in his head. He also recollects a certain function of the lens he's wearing "Samantha be inventing weird and unnecessary things that comes in handy" he smiles as he remembers the tracker he has up his anus ' I activated that before loosing consciousness. Based on her temper she should be on her way. I hope she patiently derives a plan and not just act on impulse'. He worries in his heart as he remembers that individual's personality ' if it wasn't the last resort I wouldn't have contacted her. I hope Emma finds her'

Suddenly the lights came on and the lenses deactivate . The door opens and the man in grey suit(Williams) walked in with his hands in his pocket. He's a tall man with jet black hair and a very handsome face. He has a look of an emperor that considers everything beneath him. He stops in front of Brad lit a cigarette and stares down at him.

Williams commanded the room with an air of authority that transcended mere presence; he was an embodiment of quiet dominance, a force that permeated the atmosphere like a silent storm. His tall, broad-shouldered frame exuded strength, each step deliberate, resonating with an unspoken assurance that demanded attention. Jet-black hair framed a face chiseled by sharp angles, and his eyes, deep and piercing, held a gaze that seemed to penetrate the very core of those unfortunate enough to find themselves under his scrutiny. There was an unwavering confidence in his movements, a fluidity that spoke of a man comfortable in his power.

In the glow of the room's illumination, he stood as a colossus, an imposing figure whose very silhouette seemed to cast shadows of apprehension. His influence extended beyond the physical; it was a subtle manipulation of the psyche, a testament to the potency of a presence that left an indelible mark on the room, etching his dominance into the very fabric of the unfolding drama.

Brad felt the gaze burning into him and felt as if the man can see through him. He instantly felt bare. His usually unyielding composure wavered, and an uncharacteristic jitteriness coursed through him like an electric current. His hands, once steady and assured, betrayed a subtle tremor as he fought to maintain control. The rhythmic tapping of his foot against the cold, unforgiving floor betrayed the internal turmoil that churned beneath his stoic exterior. The cool mask of confidence he often wore began to crack, revealing the unease within. His fingers, accustomed to nimble dexterity, now fumbled with the frayed edges of his restraints. Each movement carried a certain urgency, a silent plea for release from the unseen pressure that coiled around him. His eyes, typically sharp and unwavering, darted nervously around the room, seeking an escape route or a clue that could guide him through the murky waters of his predicament. The occasional swallow became more pronounced, a visible struggle against the dry lump of anxiety that lodged itself in his throat. As the imposing figure of Williams, with his jet-black hair and an air of dominance, loomed over him, Brad's breaths quickened. The air seemed thinner, each inhalation a conscious effort to draw in the courage he desperately needed. The steadiness of his heartbeat, once a reliable rhythm, now mimicked the erratic dance of a frightened bird. He tries to avoid eye contact

"Williams delicately traced the contours of Brad's jaw with his fingers, lifting his face to establish an unyielding eye contact. 'Hmm, infrared lens,' he mused, his voice carrying a confident undertone. 'It won't stop me, though. Where are they?'" At that moment, the black part of Brad's eyes vanished, leaving only the white parts, the infrared lens falling off in surrender. Williams arched an inquisitive brow. "Who are you talking about?" Brad's response, now delivered in a robotic monotone, reverberated through the room, adding an eerie layer to the unfolding tension.