Eamon sighed slightly and retreated into the library. After Danial exited the Academy he reached home. Danial entered his home to the warm and familiar sight of his mother, Sophie, and Natasha engaged in a lively conversation. They both looked up and greeted him with smiles as he walked in. Natasha, who had been assigned to protect Sophie, had become much more than just a bodyguard. She had become a trusted friend and confidante to Sophie, and her presence had brought a sense of comfort to their household. Seeing his mother's radiant smile instantly filled Danial with happiness and relief. But now, as he looked at Sophie's face lit up with joy, he knew that she was in good hands with Natasha by her side. Natasha, with her unwavering dedication to her duty, had also managed to form a genuine bond with Sophie. She had become someone Sophie could talk to, share her worries with, and lean on for support. It was a friendship that had blossomed unexpectedly but had brought immeasurable c
Pearl comes and bows to him and says " Yes Master Danial you called?"Danial waved his hand and said " Drop the pleasantries I have something that needs your help.Pearl looked up at and saw Danial staring at her intensely. Pearl thought that Danial needed her 'Help' which surprised Pearl. Pearl has always maintained her body and she looked fabulous. She had always hated the idea of using her body to climb through the ranks and achieve success. When Pearl was about to say something Danial abruptly stopped her and said " Pearl listen I want you to keep an eye on a group that is about to enter the hotel. " Pearl straightened her back and asked " What do you mean?Pearl, still somewhat bewildered by Danial's abrupt request, tried to process the information she had just received. She adjusted her posture and leaned in, her curiosity piqued. "Danial," she began cautiously, "why do you want me to keep an eye on this group of tourists? Is there something specific you're concerned about?"Da
As Danial, disguised as John, led the group of tourists and the scarred man toward the 6th floor, he couldn't help but feel the weight of his double life. He maintained his friendly and professional demeanor, hiding the urgency he felt inside. The scarred man's group, intrigued by the lavishness of the 6th floor and their exclusive treatment, began to settle into their designated rooms. Danial, knowing that time was of the essence, continued to assist them with their needs. With Pearl's efficient coordination, the 6th floor had been emptied of all guests and staff, creating a mysteriously empty environment. The other hotel guests, thanks to the efforts of the hotel's secretary, had left the premises, believing the temporary maintenance story provided by the staff. Once the tourists were settled into their rooms, the scarred man summoned Danial. "John," he said with a hint of command in his voice, "you've been a great help to us. Stay nearby; we might need further assistance later."
One of the groups of under the scarred men went to the reception area hoping to gain control of the area and effectively use the people and tourists to blackmail the police The leader of the group, gripping his assault rifle, pushed open the doors to the grand reception hall. The sight that greeted them was perplexing. The lavish space meant to be bustling with guests and staff was eerily empty. Not a single soul occupied the plush sofas, and the polished marble floor reflected only the dim emergency lighting. Confused, the group leader approached the scarred man, who was now standing in the centre of the deserted reception hall. "Boss," the leader hesitated, "there's no one here. The whole place is empty." The scarred man's forehead creased with a deep frown. "Empty? How is that possible? Did they evacuate everyone?" The group leader shook his head, "I don't know, sir. It's like everyone vanished. Even the receptionist is gone." The scarred man, a man accustomed to control and pr
Danial, observing the lackeys scattered on the floor, knew that they wouldn't be getting up anytime soon. Their bodies lay limp, a testament to the efficiency of his martial prowess. The once chaotic corridor, filled with the echoes of gunfire and struggle, now resonated with the haunting silence.His attention shifted towards the groaning team leader, who, in a desperate attempt to escape the approaching masked man, was dragging his battered body across the cold floor. Fear etched the leader's face as he tried to put distance between himself and the relentless figure in the white mask.With each calculated step, Danial closed the gap, his movements deliberate and menacing. The team leader, panting heavily, mustered the little strength he had left to plead for mercy."Please spare me! I don't know anything. Please, spare me!" the team leader begged, his voice filled with desperation and fear."Danial was stunned.He was expecting some resistance from the leader but a few moves and he
As the doors of the helicopter swung open, Danial and Lily watched in awe as several figures leapt out with precision, landing on the rooftop with remarkable steadiness. Lily's eyes widened in shock at the seemingly gravity-defying feat. "How could they jump from that height and still be okay? Are their legs made out of iron?" she wondered, her mind reeling with disbelief. The newcomers, clad in tactical uniforms and armed to the teeth, wasted no time in assuming a defensive stance. Their guns trained on Danial, they barked orders with a commanding authority that left no room for negotiation. "Put your hands up in the air and kneel, or else we will shoot," one of them commanded, his voice sharp and threatening. Danial froze on the spot, his mind racing with confusion and disbelief. "Why are they pointing guns at me? Aren't they from the law enforcement headquarters and the Special Ops team?" he thought, his heart pounding in his chest. Glancing up at the hovering helicopter, he caug
"Only time will tell," the masked man replied cryptically, his voice tinged with an air of enigmatic confidence. His hands remained clasped behind his back, a subtle display of readiness and anticipation as he awaited the commencement of their duel. Victor, seething with anger, lunged at Danial with a powerful punch, his fist aimed at the masked man's head. However, Danial, displaying uncanny agility, skillfully ducked and dodged the formidable strike. Seizing the opportunity, Danial retaliated swiftly with a lightning-quick kick directed at Victor's abdomen. Yet, Victor, leaped skillfully, avoiding the oncoming kick and landing back on his feet with a smirk on his face. "Not bad. You have some skills. I thought I would end the fight quickly and move on, but now I'm excited to fight you, brat," Victor remarked, his tone a mixture of begrudging respect and lingering arrogance. Danial, wearing a sarcastic smile, responded, "Yeah, the punch was too slow, and your movement was not coor
Danial, still catching his breath from the intense rooftop battle, made his way to the exit of the hotel. Now in his hands, his mask carried the weight of the night's events. Glancing at it for a moment, he placed it carefully on a nearby table. As he reached for the door handle, preparing to step into the quiet night, the door swung open abruptly. Startled, Danial found himself face to face with several police officers, their weapons trained on him. Danial, his heart pounding with a mixture of confusion and apprehension, found himself once again facing the daunting sight of police officers with guns trained on him. The sense of déjà vu was palpable as he recalled a similar encounter with the Special Ops team not long ago. He wondered why does this keep happening to him. "Put your hands above your head and lay on the ground!" the officer barked. Danial was stunned. He raised his hands and stood calmly in front of the officers. The officer saw Danial's face and was taken back. " He l