“Boss, wait,” the watchers advised him. They were yet to gather enough information about the terrorists, but one thing they were very sure of was that the terrorists were good hackers.“They are going to see you coming," they warned him.“That's why we have skin masks," Rex replied and removed a silicone face mask and placed it on his face.He looked in the mirror, making sure the mask fit perfectly.White hair and some little wrinkles stared back at him.He was now officially a sixty-something old man.“Is the hotel surveillance on? And I need a room next to Sayad,” he requested.“Sir, all the rooms next to 306 are occupied. This mission is out of the blue and we have not been prepared for it. We need to think, we need time,” they advised him.Rex decided to take a seat back, trying to think. They were right, he was being too fast. Patience was always his game.His phone rang, snapping him out of his thoughts.It was Peter, calling.He did not have time for the stupid old fool, but

Abdul pressed hard on the gas as he made his way to the next city. That was the group’s protocol; leave town when things go south. Then lay low and wait for things to stabilize. After which come back harder and finish off the enemy when they least expect it.But this time the attack was different; he had no idea who the enemy was. The old man or Rex. He just could not get the old man’s face out of his head. It was the old man; his surveillance should have captured him leaving the room before he made the decision to gas the room.“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” he hit the steering wheel in irritation.He was a hundred percent sure it was the old man. It had to be him and he was probably working with RexBefore he booked his room, he had hacked into the guest list and made sure to have a room that was in between guests who were staying at the hotel for months. But all of a sudden, the guest in 305 left, and on the same day, another guest got the room. From what he had seen in the room, the previ

The guards walked to Peter, asking him to follow them to the ground floor and maturely settle the matter. They did not want to manhandle him but wanted him to leave with some respect.“If any of you puts his filthy hand on me, I will make sure your future generations pay for this day for the rest of their pathetic lives!” he warned, as his breath became ragged.He could no longer hold in the disrespect. “Sir, you do not have to cause all this trouble,” one of the guards spoke up.“Trouble! I built this ticking building, you stupid fool!” he yelled at the guard. Inside the office, Rex noticed the situation was getting out of hand and quickly walked out of the office.The old man was the type that enjoyed feeding on drama. “If he is refusing to leave, you should have carried him out of the building,” Rex stated as he walked out. Peter slowly turned, the boy had no ounce of respect for him. He crossed the line. He understood the need to prove that he was now powerful but he crossed t

Peter’s team camped in the east of the building, while the terrorist group camped in the south. Both teams were waiting for Rex to walk out of the building, but it was already four hours after office hours and there was no sign of him.At first, both teams thought he was working late, especially since his car was still parked in the parking lot. But as evening came and most of the office lights were off, they could see that even Rex’s room was dark.Peter’s surveillance team was forced to physically check if Rex was in the office, and to their shock, they were informed that Rex had left in the afternoon. They immediately called Peter, who began rendering insults on them for their incompetence.“Sir, his car is still parked in the parking lot,” the man explained.“You stupid fool! Stupid fools?!” Peter yelled.If there was one thing that Rex was good at, it was going into hiding.“Do you know what you have done!” he yelled.“Sir, we will find him!” they assured him.“You better find hi

The two cars stopped on the outskirts of the city at an old abandoned building, and the watchers transported the terrorists in and cuffed them to the chairs.It was going to be a while for the gas to wear off.“Nisiri is not among these men,” one of the watchers observed as he emptied their pockets. Rex turned, looking at the tied-up men’s faces, and noticed Nisiri was indeed not among them.“No, no, please tell me we left surveillance on that warehouse,” Rex asked.The watchers began looking at each other.“Guys, seriously?” Rex breathed in and out. “We always saw three men go in and out, so we thought they were only three of them,” The watchers explained.Rex closed his eyes, trying to control his anger. He was not the type that lost it in front of people. “We are on it," one of them replied and got on the phone.There were two types of watchers, the ground watchers and the eye watchers.They alerted the eyes to keep the warehouse under surveillance and walked out of the room wit