Baldwin's Mansion
Blaze felt like time was dragging on forever. Every hour without any news about Savannah made him more restless. He hadn't slept in nights, spending all his time planning and getting frustrated. Five long, painful days, and they still hadn't found her. His mansion, which he usually kept calm and controlled, now felt suffocating.
He was sitting in his study, staring at a map on his desk, when his phone suddenly buzzed on the table. The sound cut through the silence, grabbing his attention. The caller ID showed an unknown number.
Blaze's instincts kicked in. His mind went on high alert. Something about this call felt important. His gut told him it wasn't just a coincidence. His eyes narrowed, and he called out to Arthur.
The door opened right away. Arthur, always nearby and ready, came in. "Yeah, boss?"
Blaze pointed at the phone without looking up. "There's an unknown call coming in. Trace it. Now."
The line buzzed for a second, then a voice came through. "Hello, Blaze."
Blaze's eyes turned cold when he recognized who it was. He leaned back in his chair, keeping his cool but looking pretty chilly. "Rodriguez."
The guy on the other end burst into a loud, mocking laugh. "Hey, you do remember me! I was starting to think you'd forgotten all about me."
Blaze's voice stayed steady, but a hint of disgust flashed in his eyes. "How could I forget? Your begging—still sticks in my head."
Rodriguez stopped laughing and gave a short, annoyed snort. "Watch it, Blaze. Those kind of words might make me less willing to... help out."
Blaze leaned forward a bit, his fingers tapping on the desk, but his look was far from relaxed. "Help out? That's funny coming from you. So, what do you want, Rodriguez? Or should I try to figure it out myself?"
Rodriguez chuckled again, but the humor didn't reach up to his voice. "What I want, Blaze, is pretty simple. I want to see you squirm. I want to see that impenetrable mask of yours crack. And judging by the last five day, I'd say I'm succeeding."
Blaze's jaw tightened, but he kept his voice cool. "Is this about Savannah?"
"Ah, so you do miss her," Rodriguez said sarcastically. "Don't worry, she's safe... for now."
The threat hung heavy in the air, and Blaze felt a surge of anger. His free hand balled into a fist, but he kept his voice steady. "You know how this ends, Rodriguez. You made your choice, and now it's my turn."
Rodriguez sounded smug. "Chess isn't about brute strength, Blaze. It's about strategy. Right now, you're playing catch-up."
Blaze leaned back, his face giving nothing away. "A strategy only works if the other guy can't see the board. I see everything, Rodriguez. And when this is over, you'll regret ever laying your filthy hands on her."
Rodriguez chuckled, but there was something uneasy in his laugh. "We'll see about that. Here's a little clue to keep things interesting: check the docks at Warehouse 20. But don't waste too much time."
The line went dead.
Blaze sat there for a moment, still holding the phone. His mind was races as he processed Rodriguez's words, analyzing every tiny detail. The docks. Warehouse 20. A lead—but was it genuine, or just another trap?
Arthur rushed back into the room, tablet in hand. "Boss, we tracked the call. It came from a disposable phone in the industrial area."
Blaze stood up quickly, his commanding presence filling the room. "Forget the trace. Rodriguez called to bait me. He mentioned the docks and Warehouse 20."
Arthur's eyes went wide. "You think he's being honest?"
Blaze's lips tightened. "It doesn't matter. We're heading over. Get the team ready. Now."
In no time, Blaze was leading an SUV convoy heading to the docks. The city lights zipped by as the vehicles raced through the streets, engines roaring in the quiet night. Blaze sat quietly in the passenger seat, his mind sharp and focused.
Arthur looked over from the driver's seat. "Boss, if this is another trap—"
"It doesn't matter," Blaze cut in. His voice was low but firm. "If there's even a little chance she's there, I'm taking it."
Arthur nodded, getting the seriousness of the situation. The docks were coming up ahead, dark and creepy. The convoy rolled into the empty docks under the night sky. The air smelled of saltwater and rust. Warehouse 20 stood in front of them, its rundown exterior blending into the shadows. Blaze stepped out of the SUV, his sharp gaze scanning the area. His team, armed and alert, moved silently around him, spreading out to secure the perimeter.
Arthur came over with a tablet, showing a live feed of the area. "No external movement detected, Boss. It's quiet... too quiet."
Blaze nodded, his jaw set. "Then, we sweep every corner. Check every nook and cranny. No slip-ups."
The team moved like a well-oiled machine, their boots barely making a sound on the gravel. Blaze led the way, his long coat flapping in the cold wind. When they got to the big, rusty doors of Warehouse 20, one of the guys signaled for everyone to be quiet.
Blaze raised his hand, and a teammate stuck a small explosive on the lock. There was a soft pop, and the door creaked open. They slipped inside, their flashlights cutting through the dark.
The warehouse was a mess of stacked crates and junk everywhere. The air was musty, and the sound of dripping water echoed in the vast space. Blaze's keen eyes scanned every shadow, his hand on his holstered weapon.
The team moved through the warehouse carefully, but it was completely empty. No sign of Savannah or Rodriguez. Just silence and shadows. Arthur met Blaze at the center, looking worried.
"Boss, this doesn't feels right ," Arthur said, his voice low.
Blaze's jaw tightened. He turned to the guy watching their moves. "Status?"
"Nothing yet, Boss," the guy replied, shaking his head. "We've looked everywhere."
Before Blaze could answer, a low hum filled the air. Everyone froze, weapons ready. The noise came from a big screen on the wall that suddenly lit up.
Rodriguez's smirking face appeared on the screen. "Ah, Blaze. Right on time," he drawled, his voice laced with mockery.
Blaze's glare got even darker. "Where is she?" he demanded, his voice deadly.
Rodriguez chuckled. "You're so predictable. Charging in with your little army, thinking you can control everything. But you're too late. She's not here."
"Then where is she?" Blaze demanded, balling his hands into fists.
"Now, now," Rodriguez said, wagging a finger at the screen. "What's the fun in spilling everything? Let's just say she's safe... for now. But how long that lasts depends on you."
Rodriguez moved closer to the camera, a smug look on his face. "I'll give you a hint though. You're looking in the wrong place, Blaze. Your wife is closer than you think... but you won't find her unless you play my game."
Blaze's team looked at each other uneasily as Rodriguez kept talking. "Tick-tock, Blaze. Time is running out, and the stakes are high. Don't let me down."
The screen went dark then. The warehouse fell silent again, only the distant sound of waves crashing against the docks breaking the quiet.
Blaze punched the nearest crate, and the sound echoed through the empty warehouse. His men stood still, waiting for orders. Arthur came closer, being careful.
"Should we keep searching?" Arthur asked.
Blaze turned to him, his eyes cold and determined. "We dig deeper. Rodriguez wants a game? But I'll play it my way. Get everyone moving—watch all communications, surveillance feeds, and every move in and out of the city. If he so much as breathes wrong, I want to know about it."
Arthur nodded. "Understood."
Blaze took one last look around the warehouse before heading for the exit. His mind was racing with dark thoughts. Savannah was out there, and he wouldn't stop until he brought her home.
"Let's move back!" he said, his voice steady but dangerous.
The hunt wasn't over yet.
Blaze's Warehouse
The night was like any other at one of Blaze's hidden drug warehouses. Workers moved around smoothly, carrying crates and packages with practiced ease. The hum of machines filled the air as the night crew went about their tasks. Carter, the middle-aged head supervisor, stood by the entrance keeping an eye on everything.
Everything looked normal until the screech of tires outside broke the calm. Carter turned, frowning as a bunch of unmarked vehicles pulled up. The warehouse doors burst open, and a group of armed men and women in tactical gear rushed in.
The workers froze, their eyes shifting nervously towards Carter, who stepped forward to handle the situation.
"Who are you, and what is this about?" Carter demanded, his voice firm but cautious.
A man in the group stepped forward, holding out a badge. "Special Agent Daniels, Narcotics Department. This is a raid. Everyone stand down and step away from your stations."
Author's Note :
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