EDEN'S POV
"Did you eat or drink anything at the pharmacy?" Toast asked me.
"No, I did not," I was hesitant. I knew I had not eaten anything, but still I remained on the edge. Anxiety wrecked havoc within me, and sweat poured in buckets.
"Try to remember well. If the security guard at the pharmacy door managed to plant that tracker on you, and you didn't even notice…"
"I did not notice because he held me and asked me to wait for my medicine. How on earth was I supposed to know that that dumb thing was planting something on me?" I answered in great anger.
"I'm not blaming you boss. I'm just trying to make sure that we've lost them. We can't afford having any more trackers."
I ignored Toast and fished out my phone to call Terror. The call was not answered, and that gave me an alarm. I panicked. Terror always answered my calls. What was happening?
"Maybe he is too busy trying to get to the airport base", Toast tried to assure me.
"Terror was supposed to bring those people here in the first place!" I responded, immediately beginning to feel that something was amiss.
I felt more and more beads of sweat forming on my forehead and in my palms. I failed to sit properly in my seat. Dylan, oh Dylan what have you done? I cursed under my breath. I knew that the prescription had gotten us into that much trouble. That name Bubbles had started it all! Oh, I had been a fool to believe that there was a doctor called Bubbles!! Why was I so naïve? So was Bubble a code? Did it mean anything else besides the bubbles that we all knew. I was really furious.
I dialed Terror's number again, and he answered. His breathing was heavy but suppressed.
"Boss!!" he was out of breath. Before I could say anything, he went on to speak in a very low whisper, as if he was in hiding or trying not to be heard. "I'm doomed, boss! I came back to the warehouse…."
"Why on earth did you go back to the warehouse?" I barked at him.
"I'm doomed! I came here to find that bag of heroine! And now I am surrounded! Boss, I am doomed!"
"Calm down, Terror!" I whispered harshly into the phone.
"How did they know about this place?!" he cried out.
"They put a tracker on me! They put a tracker! Terror; I am sorry." I said in regret.
"Boss, if I don't make it, it was an honour!" Terror said to me.
Hearing those words coming from Terror sent chills down my body. I felt great pain, as if my heart had been tossed to the ground and trampled upon.
"Terror! Terror!" I screamed out. "Fight for your life!!"
"Did you shoot them, boss?" Terror asked.
"I released the gas!" I told him with a shaky voice.
"Make sure they die, boss. If they live, then my death would have been in vain. My boss, Israel Bassard; it was a pleasure!" his voice trailed off.
"Terror! Terror! Don't give up now!" I cried out.
There was no response. But he had not ended the call, for I could hear noises in the background.
"Fight for your life, my man!! Do what you have to do!" I shouted again, but Terror did not respond.
Then in the background I heard a voice shouting out loud, "Officer Fraser!! South-east entrance! Hold your fire!"
I was now on the edge of my seat and I could not handle it anymore. I am a man, and I must be strong, I kept telling myself. The noises coming through the phone were still ongoing. I heard the same voice say, "We want them alive!!" and then the line went dead.
AT THE OLD WAREHUSE IN YELLOWLEAF
"We want them alive!!" officer Fraser shouted.
There was the sound of footsteps running towards the south-east entrance. Roderick and Pete failed to control themselves, and they too ran towards that side. The bodyguards formed a thick circle of protection around the two men. Each of the bodyguards was determined to be the one to take a bullet, should anything happen. Each one of them was doing his best to ensure that no matter what, Roderick and Pete were going to come out of the situation alive.
"Suspect crouching on the floor. Suspect is armed, I repeat, suspect is armed!" Officer Fraser informed everyone.
Using his hands, he gave instructions for some officers to go from behind the suspect and attack him. Terror, hunkered down between the forces, was sure that he had no other option but to give in. His gun still had some bullets. Three or four, on his guess, but then even if he managed to shoot down four police officers, he was still going down. He was debating on whether to shoot himself and take his own life, or to shoot the officers in front of him, when a bullet wheezed into his left wrist; the hand that was holding the pistol. He let go of the gun and groaned in agony.
Terror refused to go so easily. Using his right hand, he swore that if anyone came near him he was going to fight for his life. If he was using his usual left hand, Terror would have attached someone already, for he hardly ever missed with his left. But his right hand was not that well trained.
The officers quickly came near and handcuffed Terror. There was no other person in the area, it seemed like all of them had run away. The young man was caught with a bag full of heroine, and he had three unloaded guns on him.
"Where is Dylan de Milo?" Harris asked, but Terror did not respond.
Fraser stared at him for a long time before saying, "let's not waste any more time, sir. Let's take him to the interrogation room. He will talk!"
"Who's going to do the interrogation? You better get the best interrogator in Lakeworld!" Pete said.
"We have the best, sir." Harris declared.
The handcuffed man was led to one of the police helicopters.
"That stupid boy of yours is already dead!" Terror scoffed in a thick, angry voice.
"Where is he?" Harris asked with fury.
"Where is his body, you mean?" Terror smirked. "I would die before I tell you anything!"
The officers took him up into the helicopter which had a space specifically prepared for interrogation. The force's best interrogator was there, and he immediately got to work.
"Are there no other leads to finding my son?", Roderick asked.
"I'm afraid for now this man is our only lead. He seems to be a hard nut to crack. We will have to get him to talk." Harris said.
Roderick shrugged before suggesting, "why not offer him money? I can give him any amount he wants, even billions."
The offer was told to Terror who immediately turned it down, "it's too late to offer me some money! Even if I take it, you'll still take me behind bars! The money will be of no use. I am not stupid!" he let out a smirk and angry lines formed on his forehead.
"There isn't much in his phone. There's only one message talking about the airport base. Here, check that one message!" One of the officers handed Terror's phone over to Fraser.
Both Fraser and Harris leaned in to read the message that was in Terror's phone.
"Where is this airport base?" Harris asked Terror.
"Find out, detective. Your job is to find out." He mocked.
Harris shook his head. Having been in the field for decades, detective Harris knew the types of Terror. From just looking at and talking to Terror, the detective knew that it was not going to be easy to extract information from that man.
"Call in more forces! Everyone, we're searching every old building in Yellowleaf. EVERY ONE of them! As I said, we're not restricted to buildings near the airport, this could be just a name to mislead us."
"On it, sir!" Fraser ran while a team followed him.
"Remember we do not leave a place until we see all secret doors. At this point we are assuming that every single building has a secret door or doors! Every building has secret basements!" Harris continued to give instructions.
"Yes sir!" some team leaders answered while they prepared themselves into their respective teams.
"Fraser, use that helicopter. Make sure that the interrogation continues, and it must be tough. That man must talk!" Harris was running to his car.
They left five other officers at the old warehouse, just in case one of the criminals decided to come back there for what ever reason.
Slamming the doors shut behind him, Harris could not help but urge the multi-billionnaire to hurry up.
"Let's go, doctor sir! We really have to get him this time!" he tried his best to keep his tone respectable.
Roderick, Pete and Carl jumped into the car. Their bodyguards hurried to their own cars, intending by all means to remain as close to Roderick's car as possible. Harris still felt that de Milo and Rockridge were nothing but hindrances at his very urgent task. However, negotiating with Roderick and Pete to remain behind was no longer an option, for Harris had seen by himself how hard headed those two were.