Ryan went to a corner where he could see the entrance of the restaurant and at the same time not be seen.He fumbled with his pocket for a cigarette and a lighter. This time, he didn't feel any sense of relaxation until he had taken several drags of the cigarette.He leaned on the wall.He tried to organize his emotions. Yeah, he's angry. Why? Because Stephanie came to the restaurant and pissed him off.Yeah, he feels like shit. Why? Because Stephanie was crying before he left her.Why the hell should he be bothered by whether Stephanie cries or not? For all she's done to him, she deserves to cry tears enough to fill an ocean. This is one of the times when he feels like his mind is a messed up thing. If he can, he'd just replace the freaking mind to a more obedient one.The last thing he should be feeling right now is concern for Stephanie. He shut his eyes and took a long drag. He gave up

“Pass card?” He asked, looking sternly at Ryan as if he was daring Ryan to do something weird so that he'd make him realize the gun in his hand wasn't some fancy toy.Ryan gave the pass card to the guy who took it and stared at it for some seconds before returning it back.“Go,” he said.Ryan had just put the car in gear when he heard the guy tell him to stop again.“The guy who gave you the card, where is he?” “I don't know,” Ryan said. “Seems like he went to that side.” Ryan pointed in a direction far from the place the security guard they were asking of was sleeping peacefully.The guard looked at the second one. “He must have gone to the toilet again.”The other one hissed. “He should go fix his bladder before it's too late. What's with him urinating every two seconds?”They started walking away.Ryan let out a deep breath.At the second gate, he encountered no problem. The guards there ju

There was a moment of silence before another person replied. “Yes. Seems he's the one. Only one Rolls-Royce has driven in since.” Hearing this, Ryan started driving. He should get out of here as fast as possible.“Stop!” “Man driving Rolls-Royce, stop!” They shouted.Ryan wasn't ready to stop driving. If they were looking for the security guard, they need not worry 'cause the guy would wake up from his sleep soon.All of a sudden, there was a loud deafening bang. Before Ryan could make out what was happening, the car jerked forward, veered out of control and drove straight into a culvert.Ryan hit his head on the steering wheel.He didn't stop to make out what had just happened. Those crazy security guards had just shot at his car tyre and he wasn't ready to allow them to have their way because of that.He took his briefcase, forced the door open and started running just in time to hear a thousand fo

Alice was equally surprised as everyone. She looked at the dwarf man for an explanation.“There is no group of men that I hate more than men who molest women,” the dwarf man said.“Thank you, Sir,” Alice said. Definitely, Ryan would be saying his last prayers now. “This is not the first time this man would be doing this to women. I know of a woman who he did worse things than this too, but for some reasons, I will conceal the woman's identity.”“Young woman, can you explain what happened?” The dwarf man said.The girl, alarmed, looked at Alice for help. What's all these? She had no idea this would lead to involving the army. These scary looking armies.“Don't be scared, young woman. There is nothing this man can do to you in the presence of all of us. And, these guys are taking him away as soon as we confirm that he really did hurt you,” the dwarf man said.“She is still quite shaken from everything that has happened. Actually, t

“Logan? That Congressman that was beaten by mysterious men?” The cab man hit his fist on the steering wheel. “Exactly. I watched the entertainment news yesterday and a reporter said the man hasn't woken up.”“That's bad,” Ryan muttered, even though in his mind he was thinking that it serves Logan right.“If I have my way…” the cab man lowered his voice, “I won't allow that man to open his eyes again.”Ryan chuckled. “Why?”“Can't you tell the difference? Since he was hospitalized, everywhere has been quiet. No one is making campaigns here and there again…don't you agree with me?” Ryan chuckled. “You are right.”“God, I like how we connect together.”Awkwardly, Ryan scratched the back of his head. What's with this feeling? Wait a minute; is he now a sucker for compliments? No way.The car came to a halt, cutting off the cab man's ramble about sports and how the future of soccer games is becoming shaky