Sylvester summoned Otto and Gerald to his study. They waited patiently as he wrote down a list of addresses and handed the piece of paper to Otto. “Those are a list of addresses he frequents right here on the surface. I want you to investigate every single one. I’m very sure the location of the machines is bound to be one of them.” Sylvester instructed them. He stood up and stretched, realizing how tired he actually was. He looked at the time. It was already late evening. Every day he dedicated a total of five hours to mapping out his target routine until he was certain he had the coordinates he had to focus on and it had finally paid off…at least he prayed it would. Being a while I saw Em. He mused to himself. He left the study in search of her and finally found her in her study, staring blankly at her laptop screen. He could tell she wasn’t really seeing what was written on it distracted as she was. He tried gaining her attention several times but failed, so deep in thought wa

Sylvester burst into their bedroom, half expecting to meet an empty room. “Emily.” He breathed her name on seeing her by the bed packing a suitcase. She looked up in shock as he closed the distance in large strides and hugged her tightly to himself. “Em, I’m really sorry, please forgive my selfishness.” He said, still hugging a confused Emily. She looked up searchingly into his face, still in his embrace. “What happened to you? What’s wrong?” “I realized I’ve been entirely selfish, stubbornly seeing things from my angle. We are suppose to be a team but I always make the decisions without paying attention to your thoughts.” He said, holding Emily at arm’s length as he inspected her. She gave him a small uneasy smile. “I’m okay. We are good. I’ve changed my mind…I’m not leaving anymore.” Sylvester shook his head indignantly. “No, go. I support your decision.” He said earning him a suspicious look from Emily. She studied him critically. “Are you really serious?” Sylvester nodded

Later that night, Sylvester had to explain multiple times to his team why they couldn't storm the estate that night despite them being ready to go. He knew they were gearing for some action, hell he was too but at the same time he had to be rational so the mission doesn't ends up being a suicide mission. “Besides, we need to hear from Jasper first before we make our move or it will all be for nothing.” he told them and they reluctantly accepted his reason, going back to their various quarters to sulk over being idle. When by the next day, Sylvester hadn't still heard from Jasper, his worry level climbed but still he hid it well for the sake of his team. Lacking the energy to explain to them once more why it was dangerous to move without word from Jasper, Sylvester barricaded himself in his study, observing the movements of the truck driven by the merchant employee. Luckily enough, the tracker hadn't been discovered within the bed of the truck, making it easy to monitor its movem

“I welcome you all to hell.”Viktor’s hated mocking tone grated on Sylvester’s nerves but what really got to him was what Viktor’s presence in the storage room now meant.Jasper had indeed betrayed them. Sylvester wasn’t ready to believe Jasper really sold them out but Viktor was the proof he was refusing to accept.“Where’s Jasper?” he growled out at Viktor.Viktor pretended not to know who he was asking of. “Jasper? I don’t think I have ever heard that name.” “Stop messing with me. You know what I can do when I get angry. Everyone pointing at me would have to die a pointless death.” Sylvester pointed out.Viktor exclaimed like he had just remembered something…or someone important. He snapped his fingers. “Oh…Now that you mentioned it, I think I remember this Jasper you speak of. Here, let me bring him out so we see if it’s the same person we are referring to.” There was an evil glint in his eyes as he locked gaze with Sylvester. He smiled like an evil clown and snapped his finger

“Please, spare me… don’t kill me. I’ve got family.” Sylvester squatted before the terrified guard. He slowly looked around at the guards lying on the floor, some dead, and some unconscious while some were writhing about in pain.He looked back at the guard who was before him. Sylvester wiped off some of the blood on his gloves against the guard’s cheeks and the man shrieked in fright and shrank back, trying to put some distance between himself and Sylvester but it was no use. Sylvester had completely put both his legs out of commission.“Stay away from me…” Sylvester just kept smiling at the guard. “Or else what?”The man drew out a pistol from its holster and pointed it at Sylvester, switching off the safety.“You should think very well about if really want to make use of that thing. Can you deal with the aftermath?” Sylvester asked the guard casually, not at all bothered by the gun’s cold nozzle against his forehead.After a while, the guard’s arm dropped, the gun coming to rest o