I’m Someone Else

“Please, don’t!”

Thomas clung to the last shred of hope he had as he charged into the bathrooms.

No one was around!

Sh*t! I was too late.

A sense of despair rose in him. It seemed like he had been right. Those people had returned and taken Olivia away. Since they were capable of shooting at them while on the road, that meant she was in danger in their hands.

“Damn it!” At that thought, anger surged in him and he punched the door.

Immediately, the sturdy metal door had a dent. It was clear just how angry he was.

He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down as he searched hard through his memory for the number plate of the Cadillacs. “IA35888.”

Years of military experience had forced him to develop the habit of memorizing everything that he saw. Evidently, that habit had come in handy as he was able to recall the vehicle registration number of one of the Cadillacs.

“Hey,” he barked out as he called William.

“What is it, Thomas?” William was currently enjoying his dinner.

“Look up a license plate number for me, Will. Be quick!”

urgency in Thomas’ voice. Hence, he did not ask for more information and swiftly left his dinner behind to pull out a pen and paper from his

hanging up, William contacted his father and asked him for help tracing the location of the Cadillac. However, the government servants had all clocked off. That meant it would take

not be too

dinner anymore.

Ding!

later, he received a message

still in Olivia’s apartment. He was smoking while waiting on the couch for William’s news. When he saw the message come

reached the section that stated the Cadillac was a car

was puzzled. What did Hind Group

the reason is, if they lay a single hand on her,

his phone in his hand, a spine-chilling look flashed in his eyes. He grabbed a

that short time. When he faced financial troubles, she helped him out and even gave him a

had better be

He was the King of Marksmen. How could he be wounded

drove to Hind Group’s office building using the GPS. The entire building was empty by now. It was pitch black

go? he wondered. In spite of his confusion, he charged into the security room and easily took the two security guards out. He then held the knife against the

call went through,” the security guard

single word before beating them up. What on earth was going on? Could they not have talked? Why did

your entire family is doomed! Remember, my patience is finite. You only have thirty

in the room held their breaths in fear when they

It was not an exaggeration to say one

casually lit up a cigarette. With his knife in hand, he took a

Tick. Tock.

it was soon half an hour later. One final