Arthur's lawyer, John D'badtson opened his eyes slowly to a hazy dark room. Squinting his eyes, he observed the room slowly, trying to get his location and make sense of what is going on.
Groaning, he turned on his left and hissed in pain. He felt a throbbing sensation at the back of his head. The pain jolt hastened his awareness and he began to finally make sense of where he was and what had happened.
The room he was was dark, no window source or maybe it was closed. He realised he was laying flat on the cold bare floor.
He had lost count of time, but his eyes hurts so he knew he was out for a longer time than he should.
"Hello?". John screamed hoping someone would come in and explain to him what was happening.
And soon the door opened, a woman, in a well-pressed suit that hugs tightly to her body, exuding quality, tailored to perfection walked in with a graceful confidence, poise, professionalism, and style.
Two armed men entered the room with her and moved to raise John into a nearby chair. The woman sat in one of the chairs and faced John, who was at the opposite end of the table.
"Hmmm..." She sighed deeply and raised her eyes to at John properly. Observing the man seated opposite to her, yet, inconsiderate of the bruises and swellings on his body.
"My name is Victoria Frost, and I guess you know why I am here, so let's get to the point".
John could barely look at her, the pain in his body was enough to make him immobile, but he forced himself to maintain a gaze while keeping a low head. He kept quiet.
Victoria Frost opened the file she brought in, and started the questioning.
"Where is William Junior?". She asked.
"We know you keep tabs on him and occasionally send him parcels and packages..."
"Or should we talk about the transfer of properties from Arthur to William, in which you are solely incharge of and meticulously monitoring..."
"Does he still have the device?..."
"You're sure the talkative type, uhm". John chipped in amidst Victoria's questions.
"And you're the dumb type? Are you?". Victoria clapped back.
There was a momentarily silence, before Victoria checked her watch. "Tic Tok, We're losing time".
"I have the right not to reveal any information about my clients in whatever form....and"
One of the armed men slammed John's face with an elbow jab. Which sent him flying off the chair he was.
"Fuck! You ugly piece of shit!". John cursed.
"Yeah, you can call me all names, but, ugly is not one of them". And truth be told, Victoria Frost was a beautiful woman.
"Do I look like I care right now?" John lashed out.
"Then you answer my goddamn question, where is William Junior, else, we will have to pull out your fingers one after the other?". Victoria stared down at John.
Black was writing on a notebook, with his other hand on a mouse. He had just booked another $30,000 on a GBPUSD trade and planned to write down his experience according to Echo. After writing, he glanced at his computer, smiled and...."Is this money on my screen real?".
"$68,000....Hmmm, let me test it authenticity."
Black opened his browser and downloaded a bank app and registered an account in a fake name.
New users do not need to verify to use this app, but there is a limit to how much they can transact within a day. And since Black wouldn't be needing much, he created the account with a fake name and facilitated a $1000 withdrawal into the account.
After 43 minutes, the money reflected in his account.
"What! Unbelievable..."
Thinking, "I think it's fine if I go out and touch some grass, you know".
"Let's spend and see what real money feels like"...
Grinning ear to ear, he went straight to the bathroom to freshen up. Wearing an unbranded shirt, a black hoodie, a baggy pant, and black sneakers. He was trying hard to avoid attention. Picking up his back pack, he looked around and pick up the Echo device, and went out.
Black came back after four hours to a soul shattering sight. The building he was staying had been torn apart. The door was shattered, the windows were no more. Smokes were still escaping through the lintel level, indicating they had left not quite long.
Who are these people.
He asked himself, and yet, he already knew the answer. He went inside, and everything he has were either taken, broken or destroyed.
Even his notebook wasn't left behind.
Black looked around and made up his mind.
"I've got to leave this place."
Without picking anything, aside what was with him when he left, he turned back and fled the house. He was to go into hiding now, and tighten his security measures even more.
He boarded a cab, and sat.
"Where are we going, Sir?" The driver asked.
"Just keep driving, as far as you can go.." Black replied.
The driver was stunned but didn't ask questions, he adjusted his rear mirror, and started driving.
Black checked his bag to take note of what he has left, and brought out the echo device.
"All these troubles for just this device?"
"If it's that important, I think it is time I put it to good use.." Black sighed and returned the device into his bag. He brought out a meat pie, offered the driver one, which the driver accepted, and both ate as they kept moving.
"We got to the house you described, but we didn't find him there." Victoria walked in angrily to the room in which John was kept.
John was a sore sight to behold. Swollen face, broken jaws, blood stained shirt, and even two of his fingers has been cut off.
Laughing and struggling to speak, John retorted, "You asked for his location, and I told you, I never promised you that you'll find him when you get there."