“He is on his way,” the officer in charge replied and introduced himself.“I do not care who you are, Peter Banks’ car is outside and I know he is still in the fucking building!” Nisiri yelled.The officer in charge signaled the other men to back away, but before he could say what he wanted to say, the sniper who was on the top stairs away from their view fired a direct shot, sending Nisiri’s blood all over the officer's clothes and face.The room became quiet, with all the officers freezing as the body landed on the floor.Time froze for a second, with every officer wondering if the terrorist pressed the button.The officer in charge ran to the body, checking the hand, and from the first glance, he could see that whatever was in the man’s hand was squeezed.He swallowed and ordered the men to move.“Sir, did he press it?" one of the officers asked.Their boss nodded his head and signaled them to back away.Peter Banks and his deputy walked into the room but maintained their distance.

Rex looked away, trying to breathe and control his temper. The old man was gambling with everyone’s life, which was not a surprise, but why gamble with his own life too?Something was fishy unless he was not exposed. Peter was the type that could sell his soul to the devil for more years. He dialed his watchers, who were clearly listening to the entire conversation and ordered them to get more information on the scale and names of all workers that were on the ground floor.“Noted, sir, and we wanted to inform you that we have handed over the two terrorists to the CIA,” they informed him.“Great, but I want to know why that fool is not begging me for the antidote,” he informed them.“Noted, sir,” they replied.It was now easy for them to hack into the building because the NSA security system was now penetrable and not under constant monitoring.In minutes, they were able to hack into the surveillance of the ground floor and some offices, though they were not able to access the hall wh

Peter kept his composure, showing no sign of being intimidated. Handing a free antidote to the government was not how to get to the top. Mostly good doers were usually sidelined. As long as Rex was not willing to bribe and kill his way to the top seat, he wasn't scared of being replaced.Yes, he knew the job title was not permanent, but there was a list of experienced dirty men that would take up the position, and not Rex.“Dreaming is free,” Peter replied and got up.“Sometimes dreams do come true," Rex replied and took a seat.Peter ignored him, his eyes looking around for a nurse who could discharge him.“All patients in this room are only getting discharged after a week, that's protocol," Rex informed him.Peter turned, trying to control his anger.“You are stuck in here, Peter, for a whole week,” Rex smiled.Peter turned to his Deputy and ordered him to go and get a nurse.“Don't care if you have to drag the stupid idiot here!” he ordered.Rex stared at him; the fool was so imp

The patients in the quarantine area tried,, by all means, to look away but could not help themselves with good gossip.Being on the brink of death and then getting locked up was beginning to take a toll on some of the patients, so a little gossip was refreshing. Especially that it involved the top man himself, the director of the NSA. Patricia walked near him, the fool was embarrassing himself but she was not going to back off. In fact the embarrassment was meant for the stupid bastard. “Threats do not solve anything. One word from me and your supervisors will know you brought those terrorists to this country!” she warned him. Peter looked around, he could see all eyes on him, the stupid patients were not hiding it. They were enjoying the stupid show his wife was putting on. He grabbed his wife by the hand and dragged her away to the next room which was empty. “Let go of me, you idiot!” Patricia pushed him, but Peter was not done with her. He pushed her to the wall and whispered

Rex looked down while his wife looked away as she took a drink. Her father-in-law was right, and she was not in any way offended that Rex's family brought up the issue she was pushing back in her head the whole trip. There was no way she was going to bring up her child in the middle of the war between Rex and Peter. Or better terms, her husband and father. “Dad, please, can we talk about this later? Today we are celebrating,” Rex broke the silence.His father looked away and focused his attention on Rose.“What about you, Rose? When do you think this topic should be discussed?” Edward threw the question on the table.Rose bit on her lip, unsure of where to join in. “Dad, please, can we celebrate today?” Rex was now pleading.“No, this can't be discussed tomorrow because you might receive news that Peter Banks did A or B, and you might go running, so this is the right time to talk about this,” his father insisted.Rex sat back in his chair, his appetite gone.“Things have to change,