CHAPTER FIFTEEN
“Impact!”
This was the last message displayed on Wilson’s screen. There was a deep silence.
“Fatlady, do you copy?” Asked Wilson. He repeated the calls. There was no answer.
“There is complete silence, no groans at all; she might be dead.”
Wilson covered his face.
“Could have been me!”
He looked at David.
“Send the search and rescue team now!” Shouted David. A group of SUVs and bikers left the compound being guarded by a Fatladies’ drone. Minutes later pictures are sent back by the drone. The bike had exploded after hitting the parked car setting it and a car on fire. Sobia laydown unconscious and the sound of sirens started becoming audible as ambulances and the chasing cars were now nearby. Wilson quickly entered digits into the drone’s console, and it flew to whe
