THIRD PERSON'S pov.
>>Somewhere in LA<<
A young man, who seemed to be a guard, rushed into an office, he stopped by a table and bowed at someone (a man) sitting on a swivel chair, whose back was facing the young man as he stared outside a window.
"Boss, Duncan's men are secretly searching for the driver of that truck" the guard reported.
"Let him search" the man replied.
The guard frowned slightly.
"What if he finds something? Or should we just kill him?" the man turned his head towards the guard. "That way achieving your goals would be easier"
The man shook his head in disagreement, he got up from his chair and walked towards the window.
"Don't you dare touch him, just keep on changing the driver's location and identity"
"But sir, he's standing in your way of.... "
"He's my son after all, and my only child at that. Not even a strand of his hair should be messed with!" he growled.
