Jasper tried to even his breath as he crouched. He glanced at Malik and Victoria, who were also crouched like him. He could see the fear in their eyes and he imagined that his was also the same. The voices of the gunmen were now unbearably close. Jasper signaled to Malik and Victoria to maintain their cool. The last thing he needed was for any of them to start hyperventilating, thereby putting them at risk of exposure and capture. The gunmen stopped moving and started conversing in Arabic. Jasper couldn't understand what they were saying, but he knew Arabic when he heard it. The voices were rising in crescendo. The gunmen were arguing loudly. There was clear confusion and anger in their tone. “They are probably angry because they've lost their cash cows.” Jasper thought to himself. It was common knowledge that foreigners were targets of rural terrorists and militias. The captured foreigners were used as bargaining chips for ransom or some other demands. Victoria and he were the high
Jasper and Malik swapped positions throughout the night till dawn. As the sun peeped over the horizon, they were already ready to move. “We have to assume that they searched throughout the night. Therefore, it's very possible that they have narrowed down our positions. That being said, we need to be stealthy and quick. No sudden or loud moves. No talking. We need to survive this.” Jasper explained, trying to stoke their morale. Malik and Victoria nodded in unison. With that, they moved out. Jasper was at the fire, Victoria in the middle and Malik at the rear. Their heads were on a swivel. They walked for four hours. There were telltale signs of their fatigue but still, they pressed on. At noon, they had covered considerable grounds. They heard the sound of rushing water and they hurried towards its source. They located the river and were glad. They scooped water in their hands and drank. The water tasted funny but they had no choice. They had not eaten or drunk anything since the m
“Do you think they’ll let us board?” Victoria asked, her voice low as her eyes scanned the endless stream of travelers moving like ants around them. Victoria exhaled sharply, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. “Not without documents.” They walked towards a bench and sat on it. Jasper was out of options. He looked beat. In that moment of calm, the weight of the gruesome escapade that they survived hit him. The forest was still fresh in his mind– the narrow escape, the shots that rang too close and the good Samaritan who emerged like a miracle to save them from what would have been a horrific fate.“I have an idea!” Victoria suddenly announced. Jasper jerked from his reverie. He turned to look at Victoria and gestured to her to continue.Victoria closed her eyes as she tried to calm her breath. “ I know someone. A friend … of a friend. He might help us.” Victoria said, uncertainty clogging her voice. Jasper stared at her for a moment. “ Who's this person? And how do you i
Jasper slipped in and out of consciousness as the taxi sped towards his house. His body was finally feeling the exertion caused on it. The adrenaline had worn off and he felt like an empty shell. The car came to a stop. “ I am sorry sir. There's a hold up. I think there was an accident at the intersection ahead. I'd take a detour.” The driver explained as he turned the car around.Jasper just hummed in reply. He just wanted to get home. About forty five minutes later, the car came to a stop again. Jasper was roused out of his light sleep. He stared out of the window and tried to recognize where he was. He couldn't acquaint himself with his surroundings. The sounds of a police siren slowly filtered into his ears. “Don't be alarmed sir. It's just a regular routine check because of the accident that happened at that intersection.” The driver explained to Jasper. Jasper nodded his head and watched as a police officer walked towards their taxi with a walkie talkie in his hand as he com
The world blurred as Luke tore down the streets at the behest of Jasper. Jasper's hands gripped his knees, guilt cutting through him like a blade. His chest felt hollow as Ariel's words rang in his ears.She collapsed“Luna,” he whispered under his breath, his voice cracking. “Please hold on.”The sirens from a police cruiser jerked him out of his reverie. Jasper glanced at the rearview mirror above the car's central console. He could see a patrol car, its lights blinking and its sirens ringing. A signal for them to pull over the car. Without warning, Luke pulled the car off the road, towards the curb and parked, with the engine idling. The patrol car parked behind them and a bulky police officer got down from the car. The officer fiddled with his utility belt for a few seconds before approaching the vehicle. As he approached, Jasper realized that the man's face looked familiar. Unfortunately, he couldn't place the face; at least not yet. The officer walked up to the driver's door w
The ride to the station was quiet. Chatters from the cruiser's radio were the only occasional silence breaker. Officer Sutton navigated through the busy traffic. At long last, the county station building loomed in front of them. Officer Sutton parked his cruiser and helped Jasper out. He guided him towards the station's door. As they stepped into the station, Jasper was hit by a wave of cold air. The station was busy– officers escorted arrested people to and from the holding cells. Officer Sutton directed Jasper to a particular table where another plain-clothed officer sat. “Good day Detective Jones.” Sutton greeted.Detective Jones, a burly man with a shaved head, raised his head up– a look of disinterest in his eyes. “Who do you have there Sutton?” He asked wearily.“Just a civilian without a means of identification. Struck me as weird. My sixth sense was blowing off the roof. So I decided to bring him in. At least we can dot the Is and cross the Ts.” Sutton summarized. Detective
In an instant, Jasper was at her side, falling to his knees. He grabbed her hand, cradling it like it was the most precious thing in the world. “I’m here,” he choked out, pressing her fingers to his lips.Tears welled in her eyes as she gazed at him. “I thought I lost you. You left out of the blue…. I … I was only left with a letter Jasper. I don't know why…But I thought I was never going to see you again.” she whispered, her voice faint but filled with raw emotion.“You almost did,” he admitted, his voice cracking under the weight of his guilt. “I was trapped… in Mali. I barely made it out alive. They—” He stopped, swallowing hard. “They nearly had me, Luna. I thought I’d never see you again.”Lunas gasped. Her lips trembled. “What happened”?” She asked. Jasper shook his head. He didn't want to talk about it. It would be too troubling and he didn't want to worsen Luna's condition.Luna understood his hesitation. Her hand tightened weakly in his. “When did you return?” She asked weak
Luna blinked at him, struggling to gather strength. “I heard… Mali… terrorists…” Her voice was hoarse, her breathing shallow. “You could’ve died, Jasper.”Jasper squeezed her hand gently. “But I didn’t. I’m right here.”Tears welled in her eyes. “What if you don’t come back next time?”He brushed a strand of hair from her forehead. “Luna, listen to me. I’m not going anywhere. Mali was an impulsive decision which left a sour taste in my mouth. But moving forward, I promise to be more open with you” His voice softened. “I won’t let anything take me away from you.”Luna swallowed hard, her grip tightening around his fingers. “Promise me, Jasper.”“I promise.” His voice was firm, unwavering. “Always.”A soft sigh escaped her lips as exhaustion pulled her back into sleep. Jasper watched her for a long moment before looking up at Luke.Luke exhaled. “You really scared her, man.”Jasper nodded, his expression solemn. “I know.”And as the beeping of the heart monitor filled the silence once m
Two Months After The Shootout The courtroom had been silent when the judge read the sentence. Life Imprisonment Alexander Mason, once a feared man, had sat expressionless as the verdict was delivered. His fate had been sealed—the culmination of years of crime, deceit, and brutality. The United States government had wasted no time in securing his extradition. The evidence against him was overwhelming: the murder of Jake Morgan and Jung Yen, the torture and grievous bodily harm inflicted on Sebastian’s mother, Luna, Lin and his funding of a terrorist cell (Black Sentinel).There had been no grand farewell or dramatic objection from him; just a simple nod as the gavel came down, condemning him to a lifetime behind bars. His reign of terror had ended. In the weeks that followed, Thomas and Sebastian worked closely with the local authorities in Vietnam. With Alexander gone, the Black Sentinel crumbled, their remaining members either arrested or fleeing into the unknown. The contraban
Five Hours EarlierThe convoy moved steadily along the winding dirt road, a line of black Humvees and trucks kicking up clouds of dust under the gaze of the moon. Inside one of them, Sebastian sat with his hands bound, his jaw clenched. Lin and Luna sat beside him, equally restrained. Across from them, Alexander Mason sat, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. Sebastian had expected many things when Alexander’s men had dragged Luna, Lin and him, bagged their heads and tossed them into the van, but the sight that greeted him when he had reoriented himself was not one of them. The moment his eyes landed on her, his breath caught in his throat.“Mum?” His voice cracked, disbelief rendering him momentarily frozen. Her eyes widened, and before anyone could react, Sebastian lunged forward, pulling her into his arms. Her thin frame trembled as she clung to him fiercely, her silent sobs shaking her body. “You’re alive.” Sebastian whispered, as he deepened the hug.Alexander chuckl
Thomas adjusted his night-vision binoculars and focused on the camp below. Locating the camp after Jasper's direction wasn't hard, coupled with the fact that they had high-tech surveillance devices. The camp was a hive of activity, armed personnels moving swiftly in all directions. From their vantage point, he and his team had a clear view of the entire setup. The black tent in the center caught his attention again. Jasper had been clear. That was where Sebastian's mother was being held.However, getting into the camp wasn't going to be easy. It was heavily guarded and its location in the centre of the camp was a tactical nightmare. Thomas arched his brow as he noticed a pattern. There was a tall, bearded man, immaculately dressed, who strolled leisurely around the camp. As he walked, soldiers paused and slightly bowed to him in respect. This led Thomas to believe that the man held some sort of high authority. He was definitely the top dog in the camp, the shot caller. Thomas zoo
Sebastian’s head hung low, blood dripping from his temple. His wrists were raw from the metal shackles that bound him to the wooden post. His body screamed with pain from the beatings, but he had endured worse. He would not break. He just hoped that Jasper had been able to escape and call for help.Lin was slumped beside him, barely conscious. Her face was swollen, her lip split open. They had fought. They had endured.With a venomous stare, he spat out a lump of blood on the boot of his torturer. The torturer was a bulky, dark man who had been tuning them up for days in search of information. He had proven to be an unyielding captor, and the fact that Sebastian and Lin refused to talk infuriated him. A knock vibrated the door. The torturer's attention snapped to the door. He had instructed his minions not to interrupt him whenever he was at work. With an irritated voice, he snapped.“Who's there?” He bellowed.No response.Sebastian and Lin exchanged weak glances. They were glad fo
Jasper’s breath came in ragged gasps as he sprinted through the dense undergrowth. Twigs snapped underfoot, branches tore at his arms, and the darkness seemed to press against him from all sides. After running and simultaneously scanning his environment for hours, he had done it.He had escaped the camp.But now what? Realization dawned on him. Adrenaline had driven him out of the camp, but now that the rush was fading, reality set in.Where the hell was he?The jungle was vast and like a green void. He had no compass, no map, and no idea how far he had run. He sighed as he mentally facepalmed himself.He had been so reckless.How was he going to locate the shore where the boat had been hidden?He forced himself to keep moving. There was no turning back. As the hours stretched into days, Jasper’s pace slowed. His legs burned, his lips cracked from dehydration, and his stomach twisted painfully from hunger. No food. No water. The sun was relentless, beating down on him thro
Jasper had begun to believe his father had abandoned him again. Days had passed without any word from him. It was therefore surprising when his father strode into his tent on a cold evening. His father stood at the entrance of the tent, a smug look on his face. Jasper hated how unaffected Alexander looked. He clenched his fists. “Where are my friends?” “They’re fine.” His father replied him, his voice devoid of emotion.Jasper studied him. He didn't believe anything he said.“I want to see them.” His father exhaled through his nose. “That won’t be happening.” Before Jasper could retort, Alexander held up a hand to cut him short. “I didn't come here to banter words with you. I came here to give you a choice.” Jasper’s jaw tightened. “What choice?” “You leave this island. Tomorrow morning, a helicopter will arrive. You’ll board it, and you’ll forget you ever saw me.” Jasper stared at him in disbelief and confusion.“Excuse me?” He inquired.“You heard me.” Jasper let out
Two days passed by in quick succession. Ever since Alexander stormed out of the tent, he hadn't returned. The only people who had entered and left the tent were the nurse who came to change his bandage and the maids who came to drop off food and water for Jasper and the strange woman I'm the corner. Two days confined in a space with a mute woman who was like a lifeless husk—unwilling to socialize. The morning of the third day, Alexander decided to bless Jasper with his presence. Jasper sat on the edge of his chair, his father’s piercing gaze locking onto him like a predator studying its prey. Without any form of pleasantries, Alexander decided to swoop in for the kill. “Let’s try this again.” He said, his voice calm but firm. “My apologies. I wasn't entirely honest with you. Your friend Jung is in custody, that you already know. However, we also managed to capture two other people plus the commando-lady we picked up two weeks ago. They've already been questioned and I have to give i
Jasper groaned as he stirred, pain radiating from his injured leg. His mind was foggy, the lingering effects of morphine dulling his senses. As his mind cleared, the first thing he registered was the smell of roasted coffee beans. Last time he checked, they weren't on a vacation island which provides luxuries like hot frothy coffee. With a huff, he sat up and properly assessed his surroundings. He was in a tent, that much he could deduce. The tent was well furnished, two plush couches arranged perpendicular to each other, a large shiny oak table in the centre, maps and documents spread across it, expensive-looking artworks propped up against the foot of the tent and another king-sized bed situated in the opposite corner of the tent. Glancing at his foot, he noticed that it had been neatly wrapped up with clean bandages. He sighed.His nostrils traced the source of the coffee smell. It came from a coffee pot which was placed on a tray with cups on a table in the corner of the tent. T
From the shadows, figures emerged. At least five of them, dressed in a mixture of camouflage and dark clothing, their faces partially covered with cloth. Each one wielded a weapon—rifles, machetes, even crossbows.The leader, a tall man with a bald head, stepped closer. Unlike the other men, he didn't cover his face with a cloth. From the slant of his eyes, he seemed to be of oriental origin. However, his English was surprisingly clear and well-pronounced. “Who are you? And what are you doing on this island?” His voice boomed and reverberated around the forest floor. Sebastian's mind whirled as he tried to figure out the best way out of their current predicament. Looking at the men, it was evident that they weren't government military personnels; instead, they looked like the pirates that Lin had warned them about. Sebastian exchanged a tense glance with Luna. He knew one thing for certain. They were in serious trouble.“We are researchers, on a research mission to uncover the w