"We can't do it today. It's very late." Mentioned Stuart having Mickey agressively answer him back."No. You don't get it, do you? Ms. J and the doctor are out there on held hostage. And you want me to just go to bed. What should I do there? Huh? You're pathetic.""Listen to me young man. Your boss lady knows well enough to cater for herself. Okay? I promise you. We are going to find them. But that can't be today. We have to have a way to get through all those men. Okay?""You must be kidding me. Look here sir. My lady boss is helpless right now and she needs me to go find her. Their is no time.""Young man. It's clear to me that you have no idea what could happen to them if we decide to just go look for her like two silly idiots. Okay? You don't want to find her already dead. Do you?""Of course I don't. Is that even a question?""Good. Now listen. We shall have a plan tonight so we are able to get

"Read it." "Here is says. MURDEROUS MOTHERLAND. TWENTY ONE OF OUR OWN MEN HAVE BEEN BRUTALLY MURDERED BY OUR VERY OWN COUNTRY. YOUR SONS AND DAUGHTERS, HUSBANDS AND WIVES WERE KILLED BY WHAT WE ALL CALL OUR LEADERS. And it ends. They call it a false article." "Officer Armstrong wasn't around at the time we were being experimented on. He couldn't know so much information about what was going on the time we went to war." Stated Jessica convinced.  "Maybe someone was linking him into the army." "Would it be him having known that I did the experiment but I survived." Asked Jessica with all curiosity. " "I don't think so, he said twenty one soldiers were killed. Apparently, you're the twenty first." "Instead of showing himself here to get caught, he decided to Kidnapp Victor's kids so he can contact me indirectly." "You nailed it. I also strongly believe that Armstrong is the one calling for your att

"You're late Jessica. Again." bellowed a black bold head man to a short head blonde lady who was approaching the crime scene."I'm only late by three minutes Danie." Said the lady drawing near the wrapped dead body. "Gloves please."A young red head teenage boy about the age of seventeen, tattoos all over his arms laid dead on the ground."This is the third dead boy. He also died of heroin. Atleast that's what Vivana has found so far." Explained Danie turning the corpse's head over."Anything on the young man? His identity perhaps?""Yeah. His name is Anthony Miller. Jackson Miller and Madison Miller's only son. He used to go to the university of la Verne for school but he dropped out of school a year ago and also, he has a big sister Genevieve Bernard Miller who is married to Gery Bernard a french man.""Anything about who is supplying the drugs to these kids.""Well, the supplier was Anthony who is dead now. But I think we should talk to Gery his

"Here we are. Now take off your dress." Roomed the young man in a get over with it tone.A black haired man around the age of his early thirties or late twenties. Well groomed in a black suit with a loose tie. Hair firmly dressed on his head with an iron. Bright green big eyes, wide edged lips and hidden nostrils of a nose. Tall and slim yet so good looking. Stood clicking his pen nervously as he bit his down lip hard."Well we are not in a hurry, I don't like your tone and neither do I like this place you brought me too." Replied the young woman.Blonde long hair dressed, short flower printed red dress with a leather jacket. , pink heart shaped lips. Thick curves, chubby chicks, archetypal breast and a celestial nose. The lady laid pushed back on a bed crunching terror in beats to the looks of the young man."Hey babe, take off your dress." Insisted the guy still clicking his pen.The lady then stood and unzipped her dress throwi

As a routine, Jessica led to the Emin bar after work. She usually had a drink and talked to the bar tender Alex who among a few made her smile. The priest day didn't make it exceptional, late that very evening, she saw her way to Emin and straight to the bar counter. Alex always knew what she wanted and always expected her. If she didn't make it, then he and the rest of the employees would know. Jessica went by a nick name Ms. J which every single employee at the bar called her. She sat down with exhaustion resting her hands upon the table and waiting for her drink to be served. On the right next to her sat a young man about the age of thirty with a husky beard that evidently had put all his effort to grow but less with the head which was hairless. He held a margarita sipping with a straw as though he wanted to grab the lady's attention. His right hand wore a Versace black watch and a dragon tattoo r