#Chapter2 #Trouble
Mr Hunter packed his stuff into a brown box and took it out of Grantscom Industries. While placing the box inside his booth, he stared at the Grantscom building for some seconds with a deep sigh and repeated nod before entering his car.
Driving off, Mr Hunter thinks about how greedy and selfish Grantscom Industries had become. He realized that Dr Cross-town is just trying not only to be famous for his invention but also to cut side him on pay.
Instead of heading home, he decided to branch at a bar in other to take some cups of strong wine to ease himself. He parked his car at the entrance of a building which had an inscription, wines and dines at the top.
Mr Hunter held his steering with his eyes closed. Thoughts were running through his mind at the fact he just sacked himself. Yeah, he knew the fact that he didn't design the plan of the missile but he built it. That was his greatest achievement which was ready to be taken out of sight just because of someone's greediness. He wished he could have agreed to the terms of the deal.
He made a deep breath before coming out of his car. The sound of a bell was heard as soon as he entered the bar. The bar somewhat looked like a restaurant, with chairs and tables arranged in the shape of a circle.
"Hello, Mike" he greeted the bartender who was cleaning the tables.
"Hey Mr Hunter, having a bad usual day?" Mike replied with a chuckle.
he nodded "Yea, but this one's different"
Mike drew out a chair for him to sit on.
"Oh! I see; which means you gonna get a different drink but before you ask; it's on the house" Mike said with a smile, staring at him for an answer.
"Okay; let me have it" With a half-shrug, he allowed.
"Good; just give me a sec," Mike said as he dropped his duster on a table before walking to the wine stand. He took a cup and then two bottles of wine, pouring and mixing them into that cup.
"Okay! here's your drink" Mike left the bar stand and walked back to Mr Hunter who raised his head from the table.
"Thanks Mike" he replied as he took the cup and swiftly he gulped it up at once. Due to the concentration of the drink, his facial expression changed into that of someone who took a bitter thing.
"Okay this is quite different" Dropping the cup on the table, he said. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Told ya! glad you liked it" Mike chuckled before drawing out a seat adjacent to him. He sat and then gazed at Mr Hunter with his normal half face "Now you wanna talk about your bad usual day?"
Shaking his head right to left, Mr Hunter replied "Nah! There's nothing to talk about mike; just a minor issue and I am sure it will take care of itself"
Mike nodded his head too "Alright! If you say so Mr Hunter but I want you to know if you need anyone to talk to, am here for you"
He then stood up, taking the empty cup.
Quickly Mr Hunter remembered when he came into the bar some minutes ago, he did not see any customers. So he decided to ask "Thanks mike and by the way, why are there no diners?"
With a scoff, he replied "uh, I don't know if that's a joke but we're closed for the day" he pointed at the sign placed on the door which stated "CLOSED" on the outside and "OPEN" on the inside.
"Really; it's 8 already?" He asked with his brows raised
"Actually it's past 9" Mike stated which made him check his watch.
"Shit, I got to get home… see you later Mike" And without waiting for a reply, he walked out of the bar.
"Seems like he's on the edge" Mike muttered to himself as he watched Mr Hunter walk out of the building. He then continued dusting and cleaning the bar.
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BLÃZE
Dad entered his car and zoomed out of the area and in less than 15 minutes he got home.
He was a little bit surprised cause usually I always come out to welcome him but today seemed different. He overlooked it due to the time he arrived home, probably we'd gone to bed.
Opening the door with his keys, he met the light off. Amidst the dark, he flicked on the switch and shockingly met me and mom sitting on a wooden chair with our hands and legs tied and also our mouths taped.
With his mouth wide open, he dropped his briefcase and ran towards us "What happened to you guys; who did this to you?"
Dad asked as he attempted to lose us. Instead, we tried to tell him something but we couldn't due to the tapes in our mouths.
"What are trying to say?" with his eyebrows furrowed together, dad asked again. He removed the tape from my mouth and I yelled
"Dad watch out!"
As he turned back, he was hit by a rifle gun. He fell and immediately went blank.
"Dad" I yelled while Mum tried to speak out but could not. In other not to create attention to our building; I was taped in the mouth again.
15 minutes later; Dad woke up tied up to a chair.
"Woh! Oh my goodness. What hit me?" Dad asked still regaining consciousness.
"Hmm" I grunted and swiftly he spotted us.
"Blaze, honey, are you okay?" I replied by nodding my head but instead, Mom busted into tears
"It's okay darling, this would be over soon" Dad said muddling his lips together. Suddenly we saw a figure walking out of the dark and lo and behold; it was Philip Dr Cross-town's assistant.
"Philip" Dad yelled cocking out his head a bit.
"Mr Hunter, good to see you" Philip with a faint smile on his face said. He took out a chair and then sat right in front of dad.
"Why are you doing this? What do you want?" Dad asked repeatedly
"Take it easy Mr Hunter, am not here to fight or harm anyone" Philip joked while crossing his legs.
"Uh; actually you're trying to hurt my family... Wait a minute; oh I see! Dr Cross-town sent you here right?" he asked with his head tilted to the side.
Raising his brows, he returned with a nod "What! no no no; I made the idea of coming here not that fucking asshole. he doesn't know shit only just to act like a boss-boss and then short pay we staff just like he's about to do to you" Philip said talking very fast.
"Then why are you here"
"Good question, the only reason why am here is to cut you a deal" Philip replied before snapping his fingers at one of the goons beside him. Immediately Philip was handed over a black briefcase.
"What deal?" Dad asked.
Philip gazed at him for a second before opening his briefcase. He brought out a pen and white paperwork.
"This paperwork has to do with all inventions that would be built in the future including The D5 Missile you just built. As the right-hand man to Dr Cross-town; I have all details regarding every business Grantscom Industries does, including the bank account details and guess what?" He continued but this time silently "I know how to fucking close down Grantscom Industries"
All the time he was talking, Dad stared at him with an exhausted look, like someone who did not care about his talk.
"Okay quick one, you know what? Why don't you go straight to the point 'cause it's been a long day and I gotta go to bed" Dad tried telling him to stop blabbing around.
"Yea that's true. Anyway what I want you to do is to partner with me and we'll take over Grantscom Industries"
His reply made Dad scoff with his brows raised "Tell me you're joking"
"No am not" Philip nodded in reply.
"And how do you intend to do that?"
with a shrug, he answered "Well that's for me to worry about"
"And what are you going to do with Mr Cross-town? Wait a minute don't tell me you wanna kill him"
Dad got his plan. At that Philip turned to his men and they burst into laughter. While they were laughing, Dad poked a small table knife at my wrist and stylishly I use my tied left hand to grab it.
"This guy fucking gets it" Philip said still laughing. He slapped his thigh repeatedly.
"And what makes you think I'll partner with you to kill?" Interrupting their laughter, dad said and immediately Philip paused and made a stern face. He stood up, walked and then bent in front of dad.
"You want your fucking 50-50 deal? Cross-town can never cut you that damn deal. Cross-town is greedy, selfish and stupid but I will make sure you get your deal if you partner with me not only that, we could rebrand Grantscom Industries into what we want; we could name it as huh" He purred before turning to his men with a snap "Give me a name"
"Umm; Philter Industries" One of the men said which Philip did not like as he barked at him
"No idiot, give me a better one"
Then the other said "Uhhh, the Philip and Hunter Industries"
This time, Philip liked it as he snapped his fingers with a smile. "that's more like it, The Philip and Hunter's Industries; how do you see it" He ended with his attention on Dad.
Dad sighed and answered" I don't know Philip; it looks bad"
Philip stood up and wiggled his hooked hip. He then gestured to one of his men to untie dad.
"You see Mr Hunter; there's this part of you that wants this deal and backing from it means one thing- Failure; you'll be a failure to your family and friends even to the world at large" Philip calmly said putting dad into his thoughts.