The Red Wolves
It was a rainy day. That afternoon, the Red Wolves executives were seated, having a strategic meeting in the hall. All numbering up to sixteen men were sitting comfortably on armless sofas arranged in a rectangular form, made up of six chairs each at a pair of opposite sides and two each at another pair of opposite sides
"We are wasting a lot of time and money with the way we're going about it. We need to continue with our operations." A man sitting at the centre at a longer arm of the rectangle spoke. His intonation and the darkness of his skin made it obvious that he was a Ghanaian. He was a middle-aged man of petite size but had a long mean-looking face.
"We can't continue our operations until we find that agent's body," one of the men sitting at the shorter side said.
"Why do I have a feeling that the FOX have found this agent and are hiding it from the whole world?" the Ghanaian spoke again.
All eyes turned to the man sitting beside the one who said they could not continue yet. He was sitting in a relaxed manner, looking untroubled even though he knew the first speaker was making an allegation against him with his question.
He was one of their moles in the FOX corporation, having worked with the FOX corporation for several years. He was lured with money ten years ago and became one of the founding fathers of the wolves
After taking his time to think of a good response, he sat up and gave his reply. "I may have to remind everyone of us that FOX was in search of the bodies of two agents, not just one. The Red Wolves have one of those with us, and we know that they can never find the second man's body. For the FOX, finding one of the two missing bodies couldn't have brought a complete stop to the search. It would have encouraged the search to continue with hopes to find the second body." He took a pause and looked at the faces of his listeners to see if he was making any effect. "We should also recall that these men have been paid their final honours by FOX. It only means one thing, FOX has no hope of finding their bodies anymore."
"Well, would it be safe for us to stop our search because FOX has ended theirs? We should " one of the men put in. His name was Daniel, a Nigerian native.
There was silence for a while.
It looked like no one had something to say until after three minutes.
"That would be the most stupid mistake of our lives," a man finally said.
Everyone turned their eyes to him. They all were thinking in a different direction until he spoke. They always took his words seriously in the organisation. He was one of the men amongst them who rarely spoke in their meetings but was known for accuracy of strategies whenever he spoke.
"We can't stop our search because they stopped theirs. We can only stop our search after we are confident that we can not find the body anymore," he added.
"So, what do we do?" Daniel asked.
"We've searched for the dead body. It's time to search for the living body of Agent Robin. It's possible he did not die in the water."
"No, that can't be," another man interjected. "He wasn't thrown into the sea alive. He was killed before being thrown into the sea."
The strategist chuckled. "Agent Robin has survived the toughest of situations. He's come back from the dead even in cases where it was thought impossible. This case is not different. He might just be alive somewhere. That is why we can not start any of our operations yet until we confirm he is dead. If he comes back knowing that the Red Wolves still exist, he would come back on a mission to ensure he wipes out the wolves, especially for killing his family."
His listeners looked all unmoved and unperturbed by his words. Even though they were scared deeply inside, they were scared of considering the possibility of Agent Robin still being alive.
"All we need to know is to find him before he finds us," the accurate strategist added. "That's if he is still alive."
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Newland Estate, Ruthernard.
The Newland estate was one of the most beautiful and expensive places in Bexford as well as the most safe place. The landmass of the area was not very large but it was still a place which drew attention as most of the houses and buildings in the estate were owned by some of the richest men in the country and in the continent. This gave reasons for the top grade security system in place at the estate.
The strange part of the estate was that only a few of those who owned the structures lived in them, they preferred to live in other areas of the country but still keep their houses and some factories there.
In that same estate , the Strategy House of the Red Wolves was situated. As a matter of fact, the estate was owned and run by the Wolves. Nothing unusual, however, happened around the strategy House or in the estate itself. The Wolves ensured that none of its activities were carried out in the estate or could be linked to it.
For several weeks, they had been quiet, and it was widely believed that the FOX corporation had wiped them out five months ago. They, however, still existed strong and were building more strength, gaining momentum, and preparing for a return.
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The Search Continues
Rutna, Anthanna.
In a small living room sat a family of four. The father of the house, Mark, had the smallest child aged one year and a month sitting on his lap. The older child was with her mother on the long sofa, both sitting at the different edges.
Mark was busy with his phone while the rest of the family had their eyes glued to the television on which a children's program was being aired, except for the little child who was on his Dad's lap and fondling his father's long beard.
"Come on, stop it, boy!" the man said to the boy in his hand with a playful look. "I'm going to put you on the seat to stay all alone by yourself," he threatened playfully.
The boy responded as if he perfectly understood and turned his focus to the television for a while before he finally began to doze off.
The man was still scrolling through the messages on his mail when an instant messenger notification popped up. He had just received a message from an unknown number. He scrolled for some more seconds before switching to the instant messenger. He opened the message from the unknown sender.
It's Odio! Meet me outside your house right now, Mark.
Mark's heart instantly began to beat fast after he read the message. He dreaded Odio, just like every other man in his line of business did. Odio was a sea officer who hailed from the country Bethanna and worked at the Bexford Port. He was the head of all sea officers around the port and was greatly feared by all, not just for his office but for his ruthlessness and his involvement in criminal activities around the sea. He had a wide range of thugs and other criminals working for him. Mark, who was from Anthanna, worked as a sea officer and also as a part-time sailor. Mark was also involved in criminal activities such as transportation of contraband goods and aiding criminals movement over the sea. He always had to go through Bethanna as most of his trips had to do with delivery goods at the Bexford sea, and because of the nature of the job had to settle things with Odio at all times.
Four days ago, he had gotten a message from Odio's assistant early in the morning that the boss needed to see him urgently and that he was to come that day. He was surprised to get the message at first, and he called two of his friends at Bethanna to ask if they had any idea what was happening and why Odio wanted to see him. The first one denied having any idea but the second one admitted that Odio had been calling every officer and asking them questions again about the man who was thrown into the sea on the thirtieth day of March that year. The surprise Mark felt had turned to fear instantly because he and his crew had not just seen a body drop into the water in the early hours of the thirty first day of March but had also picked the man and put him in their ship to help him.
Mark had gotten information that Odio had questioned the officers about the issue since the first week of April and he had also received a call concerning it and was even asked physically when he passed through the sea later in April but claimed he knew nothing about it, just like everyone else. The information given by Odio then was not accurate, Odio had wanted to find out if anyone had picked the dead body late at night on the 30th of March. This made Mark uncertain about it, and he concluded that Odio wasn't talking about the man whom he and his crew saw for they had seen him drop from the bridge above in the early hours of the next day and not on the thirtieth day.