CHAPTER THIRTEEN
“Move downstairs!” Shouted one of the men pointing a gun to his head. David looked at the barrel of the gun.
“Don’t even think about it!” Shouted the man pushing him. David walked downstairs as the view of the lounge came up. A smartly dressed man walked to the center and removed his tinted glasses.
“We sent you a clear message not to tamper with the system, yet you persist. Trying to sabotage and discredit our system. Now that will cost you your life!”
His men immediately pointed their guns at him surrounding him. The man started wearing gloves. He mounted a silencer.
“I have to shoot you in the head myself. This is the job I must do myself. A direct order.”
David’s heart started pounding when the man said that it was a direct order.
“A direct order from who?”
He
