2024-07-14 16:03:49"Yet again, another murder has been reported. The Secretary For Education, Michael Harvard has been found dead in his apartment. The sad incident was said to have happened at around 2 am this morning. The police swung into action immediately, and according to their reports, his sudden death is linked to an attack by a notorious gang known as TRYSIS"
It is a secret gang led by Al Albert - the most wanted criminal in the last three years. No evidential trace was found at the crime scene, except a bullet with a '002' inscription. Investigations are still ongoing about the secretary's death and more details will be revealed soon" "Now to the concluding segment of the news. President Greg Williams has allocated the sum of 20 billion dollars to the secretary for Housing and Urban Development's office. According to the president, this was done in a quest to foster tourism in the country. The Secretary for Housing and Urban Development - John Marvin disclosed in an interview with the CALLY TIMES MAGAZINE that he'd do everything in his power to carry out the President's wish. He also stated how timely that allocation was and how effective it'll be in making the United States a country attractive to tourists. This is all we have for you here at STAR TV. I'm your host - Benita Jackson. Good evening" ***** Dera let out a breath, she creased her eyebrows - eyes still fixed on the displaying TV. The dimly lit living room was filled with the scent of freshly brewed coffee, and the soft hum of the TV provided an eerie background noise. She snuggled close to the table, reaching for the remote, her hand brushing against the soft cushion. She hit the power button. Her head went back to its initial position - Raymond's lap. His hand was still wrapped around her waist, his fingers tracing patterns on her skin, sending cold shivers down her spine. "I was watching that!" Raymond's voice echoed into her ears. Dera rolled over to meet him feigning a smirk, her eyes locked onto his. The funny look on his face made a giggle evade her lips. "It was just some boring news. I get sick of it sometimes." she yawned, breaking eye contact. "Why?" Raymond's voice was laced with concern, his eyebrows furrowed in worry. Dera hesitated for a moment, her heart racing in her chest. The worried look on Raymond's face triggered her to finish the sentence. "Because -" She hesitated for a moment. The worried look on Raymond's face triggered her to finish the sentence "I don't know." "I'm behind the murder?" Raymond interrupted. "I'm sure you know that already. That's my job." he grinned, his hand slowly caressing Dera's hair. Dera rolled over again, and the sheepish smile on Raymond's face made shrills of adrenaline run through her veins. She swallowed the lump in her throat. "Yeah," she muttered coldly. "I know you killed him." Dera clicked her tongue as she rose from Raymond's legs, keen to stride upstairs. Raymond grasped her by the arm before she took the second step. Goosebumps appeared on her skin and ecstatic sensations bubbled in her spine. Raymond's touch was like kryptonite, weakening her resolve and making her vulnerable. She felt a strong urge to surrender to his grip and kiss him with a mix of apology and desperation. But the anger in her heart won't budge. "You don't have to walk away," Raymond pulled her back on the sofa. Dera hesitated for a jiffy, but she gave in when his hands curled around her waist - giving him access to drag her back in - seamlessly. "I'm sorry," he muttered into her ears as the whiff of her cologne raced into his nostrils. Dera's heart palpitated. She's vulnerable whenever Raymond whispers sweet nothings into her ears, but at this point, she doesn't seem to budge. Not when she's in love with a serial killer. "Ray, what are you really sorry for?" A ball of fury clenched her throat and she shrugged off Raymond's arms - drifting to the side of the sofa. The chandelier's light accentuated the worry lines on her face. "You're sorry for being a part of a mafia? Are you sorry for being a serial killer? Are you sorry that you're always in the headlines? Are you sorry that you don't care about how I feel or how scared it feels to lose you?" Dera yelled - eyes stung with tears. Raymond tried to speak, but his voice caught in his throat, and only a tense rasp escaped. His fingers dug into his palms as he shifted back, his hair caressing the edges of the sofa. The awkward stillness lasted for a minute. He raised his head to meet Dera's flitting gaze. He leaned close to her. "Dera, I didn't ask for this life. No one is happy being a murderer. But at the moment, this is how I earn a living. All the luxury and -" "There you go again!" Dera cut in, stomping her hand on the seat. "You always say that crap. Babe, you're wealthy now! You've saved up enough money. We can elope to another country and start a new life. This thing you call a job makes me scared. I don't want to lose you." "I don't want to lose you too, Dera," Raymond cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs tracing her cheekbones as he gazed into her eyes. "I love you with all of me. What I do has nothing to do with us. I'm not doing it for the pleasure of it. I kill for every kid out there who has been stung by this evil society. I'm doing this to get back at these greedy folks who think they can keep extorting the less privileged." he said. Dera rolled her eyes. "You've done enough of that Ray. You've got too much blood on your hands." "Not innocent blood." "That's not enough reason to kill!" Dera retorted. She pulled her face off his grasp and drifted away. "If you love me, more than the thrill you get from taking lives, you have to stop. Because I'm sick and tired of waking up to the reality that someday you'd be killed too." she screeched, crossing her arms over her chest as she gazed into nothing. A sigh flew off Raymond's plum lips. "You don't have to say that babe. You know I love you and I can do anything to prove it. I - " "You?" Dera interrupted, cackling sadly. "Then prove it to us," she muttered, placing a hand on her stomach. Raymond crinkled his eyebrows - eyeballs widened in shock. "What do you mean us?" He asked as if his life depended on the answer to that question. "You're gonna be a father Ray," Dera announced. Raymond stepped back, trying to process what he just heard. For a second, he thought it was a dream, but clocks do not tick in dreams, right? Dera's stern look depicted reality. "You're joking huh?" "A baby is a huge responsibility, Ray. I'm not joking. I'm carrying our child, and I need you to be - " Raymond sealed her lips with a kiss. Her eyeballs dilated in shock. That wasn't the reaction she expected. But that sudden kiss depicted the joy of a hurt but now-fulfilled man. "You're pregnant? I love you so much. Thank you!" he pulled her into a tight embrace. They embraced for what felt like an eternity, until Raymond's phone beeped, a message. "002. Your attention is needed right now"
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Chapter Thirty Two
Ria's heart skipped a beat as she stepped into the office. Warm breaths escaped her lips as she stood before her boss, Captain Elias. A man in his mid-fifties, but his oval-shaped face made him look younger than his age."You sent for me, sir," Ria said, breaking eye contact.He didn't utter a word. He stared at her with bloodshot eyes.A part of her thought she might be dismissed. After all, her badge access had failed at the scanner that morning. And Elias' demeanor further suggested that something was wrong."Sir, I—""Ria, you're one of the most diligent officers I have here," Elias began, in a cold voice. "You're strategic and good at your job. But it's like you've lost that credibility. Because tell me, why would you be on a case for more than five years?"Ria's eyes fell on the file sitting on Elias' desk.It had an inscription on it.TRYSIS.Her eyes lingered on it for too long.Until Elias cleared his throat."My apologies, sir." Ria’s
Chapter Thirty One
Raymond shut the door after everyone walked in. A television played in the background. He turned and locked eyes with Tyler and Ria. “Don’t look at me like that.” Tyler snapped, nostrils flaring. “You can’t just show up like Jesus Christ and act like everything is fine. You better start talking.” Tyler stared in disbelief. Raymond’s lips bared a smile as he tapped Tyler’s chest.“Don’t touch me!” “Maybe you need that, to believe that I am alive.” Raymond sneered. “I’m not doubting. Fuck. No ghost can kill that amount of cops in five minutes. I know you’re real. Not after that video went viral. The whole world knows you’re alive. But tell me how it happened,” Tyler said.Raymond sighed.“I survived the gunshot. Someone found I was still breathing and took me to the hospital.”His words landed heavy on Tyler’s chest. His shoulders dropped. “I’m sorry,” Tyler whispered, tears sliding down his cheek. “I didn’t mean to betray you like that. I never knew Al could do that to you. I co
Chapter Thirty
THE D-DAY (LAST MISSION)The team assembled inside a black Mercedes Sprinter van.Al wasn’t going to be physically present. He stayed back at the Trysis headquarters to oversee the operation remotely.Tyler, Ria and Dera sat in the back of the van waiting for Al’s signal.Ria and Dera were dressed in corporate outfits.Inside the van were portable servers, satellite uplinks, signal boosters and fake government credentials.If they were stealing from the government, every detail had to look real.Ria’s phone rang.Al.“The bank has initiated the transfer,” his voice blared from the speaker. “You have thirty minutes before the transaction completes. Tyler, create the delay in the next ten minutes.”Tyler cracked his fingers and pulled the laptop closer.A timer appeared on-screen.Ten minutes.He began typing rapidly. The sound of Tyler’s keyboard clicking and the low growl of the engine filled the van. Lines of code flashed across the monitor.“Packet corruption deployed,” Tyler mutt
Chapter Twenty Nine
Everyone exchanged glances, across the clustered planning table. Weapons and empty bottles of whiskey laying on the ground, like dead bodies. Al sat down, watching them — one by one. Like he could read their minds. Tyler gazed in disbelief, rubbing his face. “Wait,” Tyler began. “I don’t know what or where you’re going with this, but I’m sure you know we can’t put six billion dollars in our pockets. That’s a huge amount of money.” “Can you just shut up and let him finish?” Dera scolded, glaring at Tyler. “Where are we stealing this money from?” Ria asked — locking eyes with Al. “Good question!” Al exclaimed and stood up from his seat. He picked up a remote and hit a button. The huge screen flashed to life, the ambient glow — hitting their faces. The picture of a big building appeared. Silence. “The JP Morgan chase?” Tyler exclaimed, clearing his throat. “We’re losing our lives after this one.” “We’re taking 6 billion dollars out of the JP Morgan Chase.” Al said.
Chapter Twenty Eight
Ria opened the door.A man stepped in — leather jacket, sharp jawline, eyes pale as snow. Mid-fifties, but built like he could still knock out twenty jump squats without breaking a sweat.“…I wasn’t expecting you,” Ria stuttered, jerking her head back. “I had to come,” Damien said, voice low. “You stopped taking my calls.” His eyes swept across the room.“I was busy.” She shut the door behind him.“Busy with what?” he asked casually, strolling toward the sofa. He picked up a shirt from the floor. “You had company?”Ria’s heart pounded. She snatched the shirt from him.“No. It’s my cousin’s,” she said too quickly.Damien studied her.“What’s going on, Ria? How long is it going to take you to bring these bastards down?” He sat, leaning forward. “Its been five years, and all you do is ask for more time. I’m tired of it. Give me something. I need enough to take this syndicate apart. Captain Elias is on my neck.”Ria brushed hair from her face.“It’s not easy, Damien. This is the biggest
Chapter Twenty Seven
“Who the fuck are you?” I yelled, my feet trembling in outright shock.“Calm down, Raymond. I can explain. It’s not what you think.” Ria pressed her hands together as she stepped toward me.“What do you think I’m thinking, you freaking traitor?” I snapped. “I thought you were different. I trusted you. So you saved my life just to turn me in to the cops?” Sweat rolled down my temple. “You could’ve just let me die.”“Ray, I’m sorry, I—”“How long have you been a rat?” I cut in, nostrils flared. “Raymond, please, I can—”“ANSWER THE FUCKING QUESTION!.” I slammed my hand against the wall.She flinched. “Five years.”The words hit like a bullet.“Wow.” I let out a hollow laugh. “So you and Al had this planned, right? You knew everything. I’ve been so stupid.” I turned away, dragging a hand down my face. “Ria… I trusted you.”“Raymond, you have to believe me. I didn’t know about any of this. It’s a setup.”I stepped closer until her breath brushed my lips. “Which part is the setup? That yo
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