Introduction- Part One

 The Blue Moon Diamond of Josephine, the priced possession of the Fremont Family that has been passed on cordially from one generation to the next under the lineage of Josephine Fremont (1815), the original owner. 

All through it's lifetime, it has been hunted down by numerous enemies, some of which came close but couldn't touch, some on the other hand succeeded but later as would fate have it, the diamonds were recovered safely. But simultaneously as the years grew on, the number of enemies prying after the diamond grew along with it. 

Due to the increasing number of enemies, the possessor of the diamond at the time, Vance Fremont(1925) deemed it fit to hide the diamond in a place where it's ruthless hunters would not suspect, somewhere in the heart of North Africa. Only then did the diamond remain safe.

 Vance Fremont in 1997 at his dying breath told his son Williamson Fremont about the diamond and it's hidden location. In 1999, Williamson decided to bring back the diamond and it is currently in his possession. In early 2000, word spread round that the diamond was back in America and it has been hunted and endangered ever since...

   A complacent smirk of devious self satisfaction settled underneath the few strands of brownish hair that formed a scanty pencil 'stache on his ever mischievous and menacing face.

The complacent smirk soon widened into a sly grin as he ogled covetously at the picture of the Blue Moon Diamond pasted above the rectangular glass encase meant to secure yet showcase the actual diamond when it finally arrives.  

    T. Costello had never been happier all his life; Oh yes, today just had to be the happiest day of his entire life. Today, the treasure he had hunted down in thirty four countries across three different continents for fifteen years was finally going to be his and it seemed so evident that no one was going to stop him this time.

He was indeed quite sure that today would be the day, the fateful day he has always dreamt off ever since he was just a chap, the day he'd finally be able to posses the Blue Moon Diamond he has endlessly sought after. 

"Sir." Pablo, Costello's trusty assistant called out to his boss as he walked into the dimly lit lounge which gave out the smell of expensive cigars and alcohol..

"Speak Pablo." Costello answered without taking his eyes off the poster notwithstanding, the grin on his face disappeared giving way to a more sinister looking and serious demeanor.

"Our Intel just informed me that the location of the diamond is secured and it's time to strike." Pablo announced and ah, there it was, the smug grin was back on Costello's face on hearing this. He was now one step closer to getting the diamond, off course still hoping this plan doesn't flop like other numerous plans formed to get the diamond. He had so much hope in this recruit of highly intelligent I.T gurus and combat experts, he believed he had the edge this time.

"Then what are you waiting for?" Costello began finally looking away from the poster then turned to face scrawny looking brunette haired Pablo.

"Send the strike team into action. Immediately." Costello commanded with a tone of superiority and Pablo nodded quickly in affirm.

"Listen to me carefully. I want zero flops in this plan, nothing must go wrong. There will be no excuse for failure and everything must work accordingly " Costello added walking to Pablo, his grand walking stick producing a rhythmic clicky sound as it accompanied his feet in every step.

"Do you understand me Pablo?" Costello questioned sternly, leaning his face into Pablo's with a sedate demeanor which caused Pablo to flinch on seeing his scary looking face.

   Pablo could feel the aura of enthusiasm mixed with the cruel desire to get that diamond at all costs surrounding Costello's being. The Mafia Godfather and Gangster Leader who happened to be his merciless boss could be extremely ruthless if he wanted to, especially when he desperately desires something for example, in this case.

He dreaded his boss so much and knew what he was capable of. He knew for a fact how his boss loves a perfect and well done job and how he would end the life of any unfortunate creature who deviates from the course of perfection thereby resulting in a failed plan. 

Numerous times had he seen his boss pull the trigger at some of his fellow employees due to inadequate work and failed jobs and he didn't want to be the next on that list. 

"Ye- Yes sir." Pablo stuttered and then nodded. With a small grunt depicting satisfaction, Costello rebounded back to an upright position, his walking stick now slightly in front of him with his two palms atop each other on the head of the stick.

"I'll take my leave now sir." Pablo says before scampering away leaving Costello to his imagination as he pictured how highly and respectfully he'd be treated when he finally gets that diamond.

A fancy vivid blue and cushion shaped diamond weighing about 345.03 karats with an estimated worth of about 1.5 Billion dollars was no piece o' cake.

It has been highly sought after by the rich and fancy, wealthy and affluent, Kings and Dukes, Lords and Princes, even the dreaded members of the underworld; the gangster bosses, mafia lords and godfathers. Everyone wanted the rare possession not minding what it would cost them. But today, Costello would beat all his contenders to it and the Blue Diamond Of Josephine was going to be his, no doubts

The crescent luminous moon complimented the shimmering stars which seemed to shine brighter tonight. 

The environment was without turmoil, rather, relatively cool and soothing, sending a sense of tranquil down the spines of it's residents. Everything seemed serene and safe, no sense of danger detected, well, for now that is.

     The Williamson Mansion was all shades of peaceful tonight. Despite the imminent danger lurking around it's existence, all seemed to be well simply because the members of it's household were oblivious to the fact that danger awaits in the corners and this will in fact be their last night here.

    A Chevrolet Silverado could be seen recklessly advancing towards the mansion like the driver was in danger or probably being pursued by something or someone . Whatever it was, the driver wanted to quickly avert the situation and find solace in the mansion.

The tall, broad and sturdy gate guarding the edifice slid open once the car wheeled unto it's sensor and then with a more relaxed speed, it proceeded into the garage and halted with a screech.

    Chief. Williamson alighted the Porsche with a worried and disturbed demeanor, his body composure depicting anxiety and fright. Surely all wasn't well. 

He opened the front passenger seat and paused to look around to see if any of the bad guys had infiltrated his mansion and are hiding around waiting for the right moment to strike. 

Satisfied that no one was around, he picked up a black briefcase which was laid down on the floor mat. Just to be sure, he looked around one more time before opening it. 

Lo and behold, a small diamond shaped locket attached to a golden neck chain which seemed to be very expensive laid peacefully in a small pouch inside the briefcase. 

Chief Williamson carefully picked up the neck chain and pressed down the small knob on top of the golden colored locket, the locket slowly opened accompanied with a small soft tune playing. And in it sat the prestigious Blue Moon Diamond. 

   Williamson brew a soft sigh of relief after being assured that the diamond was still in his possession. Luckily for him, he still had some time to hide the diamond in a safe place, away from the evil eyes that preyed and dangerously pursued the rare ornament. 

He shut the locket quickly then slid it into his left pocket and looked around to be reassured that no one or nothing had been spying on him. Sickered that no one was prying around, he hastingly advanced to his mansion while using his right hand to hold down his top hat to prevent it from falling off. 

"Beatrice. They're after me." Chief Williamson announced to his wife on entering into his mansion and quickly slamming the door behind me. One could sense the terror in Williamson's voice. He was scared to his bones. He had come home to his wife immediately he felt endangered because he knew she would have a solution. Beatrice was witty, she would have a solution.

    Beatrice, a beautiful ginger woman with a delectable meso-endorphic physique. Her aligned facial symmetry was graced with her dainty nose, sea-nymph eyes and small pouty nude lips. She knew she possessed wisdom and wit and never failed to display her shrewdness when it comes to discerning matters and logical reasoning. She lacked folly words and that's why Chief Williamson always sought her for advice.

"Who?" Beatrice questioned with a serious demeanor carefully dropping her infant which she had been cradling gently on the couch. 

"I don't know who exactly, but I for sure know that whoever it is, he's after the diamond." Williamson answered and lowered himself on the couch, burying his face in his palms as thousand of thoughts clouded his mind.

   Beatrice rose up from the couch and took a quick glance at her few months old baby boy lying on his back and fondling with his feet, a hint of a smile could be seen at the corner of his lips. It quickly faded as Beatrice took her eyes away from her child and faced her husband, her right hand arched underneath her chin as she began to think of solutions. 

"We have to fly it back to Africa." Beatrice said aloud the only possible solution she could think off.

   It wasn't a bad idea, in fact it was a wonderful idea being that none of the bad guys know that there's a safe haven for the diamond somewhere in Africa and once it's in the air, there's nothing they can do to stop it. But there was one loophole in this plan...

"We can't leave the country Beatrice." Williamson pointed out and Beatrice's face cringed on remembering their international travel ban. Something about the possession of contraband drugs and ammunition.

" Well we need to do something. We can't just sit and cross our arms Williamson. We need to think of something else" Beatrice urged her husband then turned back to the couch to carry her baby who started to demand for his mother's hold with his cries.

" Because not only is the diamond in danger, we and the kids are too." Beatrice added as she slowly rocked her baby in a bid to quieten him.

" I have-" Willamson's utterance was interrupted by the cheerful and bubbly voice of their daughter.

" Daddy!" She cooed as she ran to hug the troubled man. The ginger haired young girl who took so much after her mother hugged her father's legs tightly (apparently, that's how tall she was) with a gleaming smile.

" My child." Williamson replied lifting his daughter from the ground as she chuckled. After a few seconds mid-air, Williamson lowered his daughter down.

" You were saying?" Beatrice beckoned to her husband to continue as Sapphire, their daughter left her father's side and scampered to be with her mother.

" I just came up an idea. We can take the diamond to my very good friend Fernando. He can help us fly the diamond down to Africa." Williamson proposed. Beatrice saw sense in it after reflecting on it for a while.

" That's a good idea. But we should get going immediately." Beatrice said and Williamson nodded.

" We should take the kids as well, in case the bad guys come here. They'll be safe with us." Williamson says and Beatrice nodded making her baby to rest on her side with his legs astride and she supported his posture with one hand and using the other to hold Sapphire. The family then quickly exits the mansion with the diamond.