Without warning, Alan pivoted fast in one quick motion. It was obvious that Alan was still in savage-mode. This was unnatural to everyone who witnessed the whole situation - there was no way that Alan could have been aware of the plot going on behind him except that he had eyes at the back of his head.Alan’s gaze locked onto the boss, his eyes cold and steady with an iron object in his hand.Frozen and gasping, Mr. Lawrence discovered that Alan had somehow struck his pistol from behind with some metal object. It happened way too fast for him to even comprehend and what had happened was beyond reason.It was as if Mr. Lawrence’s pistol suddenly developed a mind of its own and all he could do was to stare in disbelief.Even Alan’s colleagues couldn't believe the show that he was putting off. They all knew that Alan wasn't a pushover in combat but this was beyond his normal ability.Della froze, taking a glance at Fred and Jackson who were just reeling in the experience of freedom fro

Brody stretched out his arm, placing his hand on Della’s tight grip.“Fred, shield his head and watch out for debris,” Della said with urgency.Della continued with her focus on Brody. “Look at that window high there. Unfortunately, it's the only exit we have out of here.”Brody coughed through the dust. His face was already painted with debris. “How do we climb up that high?”“It's very simple. You are going to climb on Jackson’s shoulder. He’s the tallest here so that should lead you high enough to get a hold of the metal edge,” Della responded.“You can do this, okay? Just climb over Jackson’s shoulder and within a moment you would find yourself up there.”“When you get up there, you must climb down to the other side and take some feet away from the building.”“You have to be quick with this okay?” “We will be right behind you the moment you get on the other side.”“It's not deep on the other side as it is here because there is a slab there which can also give you a landing that’s

A tense silence fell over the group as they caught notice of Brody’s alarm. They all reached for their holsters even though they were empty of any weapons.With a mix of fear and half-readiness, they shifted into a defensive stance. They all wondered who or what it could be that was crawling beneath the rumble.The crawling form beneath the debris became more visible as the seconds ticked by.They were unsure of what to expect. Of course, if they wanted anyone to come out alive, it would be Alan but what were the chances considering how terrible the ruin was?Time seemed to stretch as they waited, their muscles tight and their breaths shallow. Who or whatever it was that was moving beneath the rubble must be something indestructible, they reasoned. Who could have survived such a crash?From the scattered ruin, an arm popped out, rising as a signal that indeed someone was coming out of the ruin.Fragments of stone were brushed aside as the rest of the figure surfaced.With wide-eyed

“Talk to me. Something is wrong, I can tell. Why don't you speak up?” Alan’s brow furrowed as his hands held on the steering wheel.“Hey, seriously—-this is no joke. You’ve been quiet for how long? Maybe 35, 40 minutes. Heck, maybe even over an hour.”Della finally put in a word although her demeanor still looked bored and disinterested. “And what if I choose to be quiet?”Alan continued. “How can you be quiet at this moment? We are going to attempt rescuing Brody’s aunt, Ms. Clara, and even Mr. Lawrence’s ex-wife, Ava.”“We need you to focus, not your silence.”“Seriously, talk to me,” Alan’s voice sharpened, with tension rising. “We are on a mission, this isn't the time to shut down.”Della let out a half-smile, her eyebrows raised. “Of course, let’s all be on alert while we await another superhuman move from Mr. Invisible.”Alan’s ears warmed, feeling the sting of her teasing. “Is this about what happened back there at the cottage?”Della spoke softly, an underlying sarcastic tone

Alan looked to his own rearview mirror to observe what Della was saying. He couldn't get the clearest sight through the rearview mirror so he adjusted the mirror right on top.Della continued. “I don't like this. It has been following us the whole way. I doubt this is random.”Alan responded. “Maybe it’s just coincidental. Perhaps whoever it is will go his own route soon enough.”“This is surely not coincidental, Alan,” Della was insistent. “I think you should contact our tech team. It's already over an hour now and it's been sticking right behind us.”The guys in the backseat turned their gazes to examine what Della was saying. They could also suspect some strange move - it wasn't normal if Della’s suspicions were true, they reasoned.“Contact the team crew,” Della advised again.Alan’s fingers flew over the comm-pad, his eyes never leaving the road as he called in. “Listen, I need both of you on that vehicle right behind us immediately.”“Let Clark in on this too. I need eyes from e