Arcane Revenge

The storm Brews

As Marcus went came the stairs case and made his way to Don Rylan’s study room, making sure that no one’s saw him. His aim was to also look for any thing that could help him begin his search. The passage that led to his study had a cctv camera so he had to pretend to walk down it hoping it will only show him waking down and once he was out of sight, walked close by the wall and into the office. He hid pretty well but and went straight to the cupboard where he had seen Don Rylan keeping the gadgets.

Upon reaching there, he collected the phone and was about searching other parts of the office before he had sounds and voices that seems like a whisper. He ran to the bathroom and hid carefully and quietly. Soon the voices were now in the office and no much of whispers again. It was Don Rylan and what seems to be like his boys.

Don Rylan’s face was shrouded in the shadows, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of anger and concern, his workers, their faces obscured by the darkness, which made it hard for Marcus to identify any of them, stood before him, their voices hushed but urgent

"How did this happen?" Don Rylan's voice was low and menacing. And how come I’m just hearing about this now? He further asked looking a bit confused. Who the hell is that fool that thinks he can just come out and be the hero of the day? We've been covering this up for years. How did he manage to dig it up?"

There was silence everywhere.

…”I’m asking a question and I need response immediately” he yelled hitting his hands on the table besides him.

One of the workers stepped forward, their voice trembling slightly. "We don't know, sir” he’s response on angered Don Rylan the more. .. “The new officer who assumed office a few days ago...he's been asking questions, poking around, asking questions and reading old cases that’s been closed and not attended to and that’s how he found out about this case. Our spy in there had to let us know about this as don as he heard what was happening sir.

“Rubbish!, absolute nonsense!” He spat out. Don Rylan's eyes narrowed. "I want to know how he got wind of it. Who told him? Because last time I checked, I made sure that no evidence of this case was left(he paused and continued) like what I’m I paying you for!” He asked looking at them in their faces.

The worker hesitated before speaking. "We've been trying to figure that out, sir. But it seems he was assigned to this city newly by the headquarters. The decision to assign him was made in haste, and we didn't have a chance to...prepare him."

Don Rylan's face darkened. "I want to know who made that decision. I want to know who is responsible for this mess."

He slammed his fist on the table, making the workers jump. "Find out who is responsible and bring them to me. Now."

The workers nodded, their faces still obscured by the shadows. They quickly dispersed, each one pulling out their phone to make a call.

Just then, the door opened, and Alisa, Don Rylan's wife, walked in. "What's going on?" she asked, her voice calm and collected.

The workers parted, allowing Don Rylan to fill her in on the situation. Alisa's expression turned grave as she listened.

"This is bad for our name. How careless can you all be?” She said.. “ just a little assignment and you blew it up” she further said.

After, everywhere was silence, the silence was deafening and uncomfortable, Alisa finally broke the silence. “We need to take him out," she said, her voice firm. "And it needs to be done quickly. Our reputation is at stake. Every minute that passes draws the whole evidence closer to this family and the earlier we take him out, the better for all of us.” She said looking at each of them one after the other before finally looking at Don who was at this point confused.

Don Rylan nodded, his eyes glinting with determination. "I agree. We can't afford to let this get out. Make the necessary arrangements. And let it be smooth. All evidence must be taken down.”

Alisa turned to one of the workers. "Get in touch with our... associates. Tell them we need a clean and efficient job. No loose ends."

The worker nodded, pulling out his phone to make the call.

Don Rylan's eyes never left Alisa's face. "We'll take care of this, my dear. Don't worry."

But Alisa's expression remained concerned. She knew that Don Rylan's methods often walked a fine line between ruthlessness and recklessness. And she knew that this situation required careful handling.

"I'll take care of it personally," Don Rylan said, his voice dripping with menace. "I'll make sure that this... officer understands the gravity of his actions."

Alisa's eyes locked onto Don Rylan's. "Be careful, my love. We can't afford any more mistakes." She said as she looked at them one more time, giving Don a kiss on his cheek, patting his back and head in out.

.. “I’ll be heading out now for my shoot, any mistakes, alert me” she said as she left them in the office.

Don Rylan's face twisted into a cold smile. "There won't be any mistakes. I'll make sure of it." He said as he watched her make her way out of the office. Turning at the officers he said.. “ you do what you must do, and you do it well. Any mistakes, you go down with them.” He said as he left the office, leaving them standing there.

The tension in the room was palpable. The storm was brewing, and it was about to unleash its full fury, as each person walked out, filled with anger and determination to end whatever had begun.

The new officer, unaware of the danger that lurked in the shadows, continued his investigation, driven by a sense of justice and a determination to uncover the truth. But Don Rylan and his cohorts would stop at nothing to silence him.

The battle lines were drawn, and the outcome was far from certain. But one thing was clear: only one side could emerge victorious.

Marcus who had been in the bathroom all these was shocked to hear everything that was said. Many questions ran through his head as to what could be the exact case that Don Rylan so much wants to remain hidden, and why was he willing to go extra mile to make sure the case remains hidden. But first, he wanted to help that officer, whoever he was, one thing remained sure, he wasn’t safe. Looming at everything they’ve said, he figured that the person who could help him get the truth out might be the officer and for this to happen, he has to be alive.

He made his way out of the bathroom, same way he came into the room, he went out making sure to avoid the cameras while coming out and headed towards Jemima’s room, wanting to be her knight in shining armor.

.. “ you! Where are you coming from?” A voice that seems to be familiar called out to him, he’s hearty slipped a bit but he tried to remain composed as not to look suspicious. Turning around, he’s eyes met Don Rylan, looking sternly at him.