Logan's figure blurred as he swiftly moved. The journalists felt their belongings being taken out of their hands, and within a matter of minutes, they were left staring at a pile of broken cameras, microphones, and other equipment. They seethed with anger as they realized that Logan had destroyed th
"Thank you for your, ah, constructive criticism, Logan. I will improve my method next time. For example, I'll make sure I pick someone who has the same aura as the people they disguise as the next time!" The bomber smiled, clearly not the least bit worried about his situation. He was a hitman, throu
Every terrorist knew a thing or two about holding people hostages. The bomber was sure that the cops would be worried about him killing innocent lives, and therefore allow him to leave so long as he continued to hold these journalists hostage.After that, he would learn from this mistake and attempt
Caroline turned to Logan and ignored the journalist. “Is she telling the truth?”“Bullsh*t. Hell, she might be the one who set it off in the first place,” Logan replied matter-of-factly.Ms. Strolman was incensed. “How dare you flip your bullsh*t back at me!”“Enough, ma’am. This is a crime scene, a
Caroline furrowed her eyebrows. These journalists had shown up almost the moment the first explosion occurred was, in and of itself, quite suspicious to begin with. Logan and Erwen had a point."Excuse you, Mr. Logan Pearce! Don't you 'nuh-uh' us good folks with this allegation! We simply received a
When the morning came, Jared called the Swalesbury City Police Department and lodged an official missing person case. Soon, the police began canvassing the city for the missing Stevie Yeager.A sleepless night had made Jared wonder if the Pascals were behind this. Thus, he used his network to help l
Jared's slumped shoulders shook out of surprise before he tried to calm himself down. "Huh? You actually did show up, Erwen."Erwen's face turned as white as a sheet. So this piece of sh*t had found out about his son's death! His knees began to turn to jelly. "Well, I'm here," he replied."Good. Don
It was 3:00 a.m.Hotel Shamir, gilded in its own brilliant lights, saw a man with an impressive beard hurrying inside with a suitcase. After selecting his room, the man proceeded to enter the elevator and reached the 47th floor. A bellboy crept toward him gingerly and led the man to Room 409. He swi