After an explosion in Philadelphia, Mike loses his mother while his fiance, Rose , is at the verge of dying. He vows within himself to take up the fight and put and end to the national crisis. His best friend, Steve who was a brother stood with him in the fight. He goes through too many life seeking encounters in his course to know the truth behind the crisis. But he is stunned by a strange discovery. The head of the secret organization behind the crisis happened to be his biological father who his mother had left pathways to find. Was he going to put an end to his own father? While battling with this reality, he also finds out that his best friend, Steve, was not who he thought him to be. Steve was a traitor who was sent by his father to keep an eye on him. Justice demands that he end his father and best friend, Steve while bond calls on him to do otherwise. While standing at this crossroad, an outbreak of a deadly virus sought to wipe the whole country. Will this be the end of the United States of America? The answer now rested upon his shoulders.
View MoreMike sat next to Helen on the plane. Steve was in the same row but the next column. Helen had gone asleep and now leaned her head on the glass window of the plane." I am a little bit anxious, you know. " Mike said to Steve." Anxious?" Steve asked." Yes. I am just anxious. "" Why so?"" Do you not think it is normal to be anxious? I mean, considering the journey that we have embarked on, do you not think it is right that I feel anxious at some point? "" You have no reason to be anxious, Mike. "" Come to think of it, Steve. Could it be that my father has a connection to all of this?"
Captain Clinton stood several meters away and stared at the big black gate of a fenced compound. The directions he had received from Rick had led him directly to this point. Though, he had not seen the ambulance as proof . But he knew somewhere beyond the black gate and the fence, the ambulance would be parked . Four men stood before the gate. As one in the field, he could tell some of the loitering men in the area were keeping guard of the premises. Getting in would be very difficult. He was not even sure of what he was really going in there to see. All he had at the back of his mind was to get in." Rick. " He spoke through his communicating device. " Rick, can you hear me?"" Captain Clinton." Rick responded. " I am right hereWhat is the situation at the moment?"
Rick was becoming a little bit anxious over the whole thing. His breathing was becoming more intense. Whether it was because he was afraid of walking to a place he had not been before to see someone in secret or that the weight of the whole investigation was already pressing down on him , he could not really say. Never for once in his entire life has he been involved directly in an investigation. But this time, there was no other option other than to do it. If they were right all along, letting Chief Christopher Balor know anything about the current move would only be very detrimental and might end up being a waste of Captain Clinton's efforts." Hmm. " He exhaled. " There is nothing to fear, Rick. Yeah. Nothing to fear. We can do the same. You can do it. Remember, there is no other available option. If you do not help Captain Clinton, then, there might be no other person to do that. He confides in y
Helen stood alone with her phone. It was obvious that Ugoeze had been trying to reach her . But it was not working out. It was now clear to her that she was not going to return anytime soon like they had presumed before she left. For some reason, she still could not explain why she was doing what she was doing. The reason for heading to Paris was what she had not yet known. And trying to find out in the wrong way might end up jeopardizing her move. There was a lot of work that needed to be done. She dialed Kane's line first." Kane. " She spoke." Helen. Is that you?"" Yeah. It is me. " She giggled. " You are surprised."" I should be surprised, Helen. You nearly killed me. "" Nearly killed you. Huh. That is way
Ugoeze had gone out of her unit of operation at platinum hotels. Two things were on her mind. Her colleague who was a friend and the traitor named Paul Cole. She looked at her phone again as she walked towards the site of the explosion. There was feedback yet. What could be taking her so long to get back to her? She sighed." Agent Helen, where on Earth are you? Huh . And why are you not taking my calls? " She spoke to herself. The effect of the explosion was right before her. The entire space was sealed from civilian passage. She stopped and observed the whole area. There were agents from different security operating units on patrol. A plan was needed . Since she was on an undercover operation, revealing her identity carelessly may stand to be a risk on the journey. Her phone started vibrating . Taking a look, it was a call." Hello… who is
Agent Wills yawned hungrily as he continued his walk . Alabama was without any doubt a very nice place to be . The circumstances would not just allow him to have a good taste of what it meant to get there." You have arrived." Kane spoke. " Have you not?"" Yeah. I have. " Agent Wills replied and stopped before a wooden bungalow. ." You owe me a nice treat. Do not forget that. "" For what?"" Are you asking that? Without me man, you would have been lost."" Don't think too highly of yourself. I would have found my way. You only made it easier. Okay?"
Rick yanwed tiredly and stretched his hands and twisted his neck in both directions. Then, he took a bite of the burger Captain Clinton had left back there in the basketball court." What the—?" His eyes went to the event at the gate of the White House. "I thought this was about to be over." He muttered. " What is this again?" Before him in the computer, the chief of the United States Secret Service was marching on to stand before the protestants again. What was he thinking?".... Good morning once again to our good citizens. " Chief Christopher Balor began. "I believe that you must be surprised to see me here again. But you have no reason to be so surprised. You marched on from your respective homes to this gate to get information. And more information is what I have brought to you all. " The eyes of many that were gathe
" What were you saying earlier on the phone?" Captain Clinton asked. " You were the one that called me, right?"" Yes. " The operator replied. " Since you left, we could not gather up our strength. Uhm. Especially considering the bitter truth that one of us lost his life a few minutes ago. "" I apologize for that. I didn't mean it to happen that way. "" No. You have nothing to be sorry about. We all saw how it happened. It was not your fault. "" Are you trying to make me feel good or what? You should be unhappy that the person who used to work here with you has died."" As you can see it written on our faces, we are not happy about his death. But we are
A Chevrolet Impala drove slowly as it came to a stop some meters away from a warehouse that was still in the construction process. The door opened and chief Christopher Balor stepped down. He looked back and forth before closing the door. Then, he turned to the direction of the warehouse. No work was ongoing at the moment. In fact, the vicinity was deserted. Chief Chris looked around again to be sure no one was going to make any silly moves. Then, he began his glorious March, walking as fast as he could into the premises of the warehouse. The gate was open and it appeared there was life in there. He nodded. Walking into the premises, he saw just a single vehicle. It was the exact one Rick had called his attention to a few moments ago. He smiled. It was the day to catch one of the high ranking traitors of the United States of America. It was chief Joe Maxwell's car. He turned his attention to the entrance and continued his walk. This time, he applied c
" You have nothing to worry about. You seem to forget I am a grown up man." Mike said and chuckled. " Alright. I will see you later. Love you." He was done with the call. Turning right, he headed straight into an alley. After about two minutes of his walk through the alley, a strange breeze blew across him. The air of fear swept through his lungs. The alley was deserted. His only companions were fear and the darkness of the night. " What's wrong with me?" He muttered, rubbing his palms together. " Help." An almost inaudible voice spoke. " Help…me. " The weak voice called again. Then, his gaze traveled slowly through the night. His whole body went cold as he saw it. A dying man lay by the side. He hastened to him. " Oh my God. What's wrong with you? " He squatted and lifted the man's head. " Blood. You are bleeding. What hap
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