The Traitor in Our Midst
Laura and Markson were actually afraid as on what next they could do to get rid of the mess they had got themselves into, knowing McAllister would stop at nothing to prevent them.
And they needed a new plan to get the proof. That's when Janice, Laura's friend, offered to help.
But this time, something fishy is cooking up.
"I have a plan on how we could get the evidence we need," Janice said, her eyes sparkling, though in deceit. "But we must be careful then. McAllister has a lot of gangsters working for him."
Laura and Markson exchanged a welcomed glances, but Janice's advice was quite convincing though. They agreed to let her help.
Janice introduced them to someone who would help them gain access to where they could get the proof.
They later embarked on the journey of getting the proof. But as they waited for the evidence the man who Janice brought, Laura began to feel uneasy. Something didn't add up.
Hours turned into days, as they received the evidence one night, Laura noticed Janice acting unusual.
She was too calm, and too reserved to herself, And then, it hit her - Janice was working with McAllister all along!
"You're mad!" Laura accused,
Laura's head spun as she tried to process what was happening. Janice, her best friend, was working with McAllister.
This is actually a betrayal! And this makes Laura and Markson far from safety
"You're not going to get away with this, Janice," Markson said.
Janice laughed. "I already have," she said, her eyes glinting with triumph. "You two are just playing in a much bigger game. And now, you're going to take the fall."
McAllister emerged from the shadows, a smile spreading across his face. "Excellent work, Janice," he said, dripping with approval. "You've proven yourself to be a valuable asset."
Janice preened under his praise, her smile growing even wider. "Thank you, Mr. McAllister," she said. "I'm always happy to help."
Laura's was surprised as she was lost in thought, trying to understand the extent of Janice's betrayal.
How long had she been working with McAllister? What had she told him? And what did she hope to gain from this?
As the McAllister's gangsters dragged them away, Laura caught Markson's eye. They exchanged a desperate glance, a silent promise to find a way out of this mess.
But the question is " would they definitely come out?" What would happen next? Would they escape, or would they become McAllister's latest victims?
Only time would tell.
As the gangsters dragged them away, Laura caught a glimpse of Janice's face. She felt a surge of anger and betrayal, but it was quickly replaced by fear.
Where were they being taken? What would McAllister do to them?
They were taken to an empty and dark apartment filled with Bones, but they couldn't see what type of bone it was.
Markson caught her arm, his grip tight. "Laura, I'm so sorry," he whispered. "I should have seen it coming."
Laura shook her head, her heart racing. "It's not your fault," she whispered back. "We have to get out of here."
But as they looked around, they realized they were trapped. No windows, no doors. Just cold, grey walls.
And then, they heard the sound of footsteps. Heavy, deliberate footsteps.
McAllister appeared, a cruel smile spreading across his face. "Welcome to your new home," he said.
Laura and Markson exchanged a terrified glance. They knew they had to escape, but how?
And then, just as McAllister was about to speak again, a loud explosion rocked the cellar.
Laura's heart raced as the sound of the explosion echoed through the dark apartment, shaking the very foundations of their prison. Dust fell from the ceiling, and the gangsters momentarily faltered, their attention torn away from the captives. McAllister's expression shifted from cruel amusement to sudden alarm.
"What the hell was that?" he said.
Markson seized the moment. "We have to move!" he hissed, pulling Laura toward a shadowy corner of the room. They pressed themselves against the cold wall, their breaths shallow, hearts pounding.
The explosion had created chaos; the gangsters were shouting and scrambling for answers, and McAllister's fury was palpable. Laura's mind raced. This was their chance—if they could just find a way to escape amidst the confusion.
As they crouched in the shadows, the sound of sirens began to wail in the distance, growing closer by the second. "It's the police," Laura whispered, hope igniting within her. "We have to get out before they come in!"
But just as she turned to pull Markson toward the back of the room, the floor beneath them trembled again—not from the explosion, but from the unmistakable sound of boots marching in unison. McAllister's gangsters were regrouping, and they were far from distracted.
Suddenly, a door at the far end of the room slammed open, and in strode a figure cloaked in darkness, silhouetted against the flickering light of the explosion outside. Laura squinted, trying to make out the identity of the newcomer.
"Sir, we have to move now!" the figure urged. "The cops are coming, and if we don't leave immediately—"
McAllister cut him off, his tone icy. "I'm not abandoning this operation. Get them!" He pointed directly at Laura and Markson.
In that instant, the world around them seemed to slow down. As the gangsters turned, Laura felt a surge of adrenaline. She grabbed Markson's hand, and together they bolted toward the only point of potential escape – the door the newcomer had just come through.
But as they reached the threshold, they were met with an unexpected sight: the figure stood blocking the exit, a sly smirk spreading across their face. "You thought you could just run away?" they taunted, revealing the glint.
But, what would really happen to them?
Well, it's what you should read out for yourself
To be continued....