deadly preparation

At the crack of dawn, Alexander Sterling found himself lying in bed, staring at the ceiling while his mind raced with a flurry of thoughts. He tossed and turned, trying to find a comfortable position but to no avail.

Alexander Sterling's mind was consumed with thoughts of the impending conversation with Harley Smith. He couldn't help but wonder what the best approach would be to get the answers he needed. Would she be truthful or manipulative? Would a gentle approach work, or would he need to be more forceful?

As he turned on his bed, he couldn't shake off the feeling that something wasn't right. He knew that the information he sought was crucial, and he couldn't afford to make any mistakes. With a deep breath, he got out of bed and began to prepare for the day ahead.

Alexander Sterling's eyes fell on his phone, which lay on the cabinet beside his bed. He knew he had to act fast and make some calls to ensure his safety and get the information he needed.

Picking up his phone, he dialed a number and after a few seconds, a voice answered at the other end. "Good morning sir, what can I help you with?" the voice asked.

"Send three huge guards to my residence now," Alexander said, his voice firm and urgent.

"I'll send them right away," the voice replied before hanging up.

Alexander took a deep breath and dialed another number, this time it was William Jones. "Good day sir," William said as he answered the call.

"Good day, send me the photo of Harley Smith's house, I mean the fake Harley Smith," Alexander said, his voice low and serious.

"Okay sir, give me some minutes," William replied before ending the call.

Alexander knew that time was of the essence, and he couldn't afford to waste any more of it. He sat on the edge of his bed, waiting anxiously for the photo to arrive.

A few minutes later, Alexander's phone alerted him to a new email from William Jones. He quickly opened the email and saw the photos of Harley Smith's house. He studied the pictures carefully, taking note of every detail.

After a few moments of contemplation, Alexander decided to print out the photos. As he held the photo in his hand, he couldn't help but imagine himself inside the house, searching for the information he needed.

"This is it," Alexander muttered to himself.

Suddenly, his phone rang, interrupting his thoughts. He answered the call, and it was the same voice from the first call he had requested. "Sir, I just sent the guards there on their way to your residence".

"Alright," Alexander Sterling said as he ended the call with the chief guard. He knew that he had to be ready for anything, and that meant getting himself prepared.

Alexander walked into his bathroom and turned on the shower. He let the warm water cascade over his body, washing away the stress and tension of the morning. After a few minutes, he turned off the shower and stepped out, feeling refreshed and rejuvenated.

He grabbed a towel and began to dry himself off before walking over to his wardrobe. He chose an outfit that would give him a commanding presence, one that exudes power and authority. He settled on a black suit with a white shirt and a black tie, completing the look with a pair of shiny black shoes.

He meticulously styled his hair in a way that exuded an air of intimidating confidence. Each strand was carefully placed to create a look that was both edgy and bold, with just the right amount of rebelliousness. he ran his hand through his hair and felt a sense of power coursing through his veins. The style he had chosen was a statement, one that said he was not to be underestimated.

As he looked at himself in the mirror, he couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding. The outfit and hairstyle he had chosen gave him a scary aura, and he knew that it would help him command respect and instill fear in anyone who stood in his way. With a deep breath, he walked out of his room and made his way downstairs.

With the documents and pictures in hand and his car key in the other hand, Alexander Sterling walked out of his mansion and was greeted by the sight of the three guards he had requested. They parked the black car they came with and stood waiting for him.

"Good day, sir," the guards said in unison as they bowed their heads in respect.

Alexander gave them a nod in acknowledgment before walking towards his car. He handed over the documents and pictures to one of the guards.

"Are we ready?" Alexander asked, his voice firm and authoritative as he clicked the button on his car key, and the front lights of his luxurious car flickered to life.

"Yes, sir," the guards replied in unison. One of them swiftly opened the car door for Alexander, who handed him the car key before sliding into the backseat.

"Let's get going," Alexander commanded, his eyes fixed on the road ahead.

The guard who had opened the car door took his place behind the wheel and quickly stashed the documents and pictures given to him in the car and started the engine, while the other two guards hopped into the black car they came with parked nearby and started it as well.

As they drove towards their destination, Alexander sat in silence, going over his plan in his head. He knew he had to be careful and strategic, and he couldn't afford to make any mistakes that would make his plan fail.

As they drove, Alexander felt a sense of urgency. He knew that time was of the essence, and he had to be well-prepared for what lay ahead.

"Can you give me the documents and photos I gave you earlier?" Alexander asked the guard.

The guard nodded and handed over the documents and photo to Alexander. He quickly scanned through them, making sure that everything was in order.

Alexander then leaned forward and spoke to the guard. "The destination is 12126 133rd St, Queens, NY 11420," he said.

The guard nodded in acknowledgment. "Yes, sir," he replied before increasing the speed of the car.