Chapter 2
1042 Words
Inside the car, a few moments earlier…
"What the f**k?!"
A crisp curse came out of Dylan's mouth.
"What was that?", asked Ian who was sitting on the passenger seat beside him.
"Damn! Did I just hit an animal?"
"I'm not sure, man. Everything happened so fast and I was looking at my phone."
"Get down and check."
Before Ian can move, a static noise came out of the electronic earpiece on both men. Followed by the commanding voice of their team leader, Chief Chan.
"Wolf One. What's the hold up? Everything ok?"
Dylan leaning on the wheel trying to get a better view of what they hit, answered, "I think we hit something. We're not sure. Ian's about to go and check."
After hearing that, Chief Chan riding inside the black Maybach behind them, furrowed his brows. His awareness heightened.
If this happened to anyone else, they would probably assume nothing out of the circumstances. A simple road accident. But considering the status of the person who employed him and current precarious situation. It's always safer to undertake precaution against possible threats.
Coming to a decision, Chief Chan mobilized the team.
"Alright, Wolf One handle it. Give us an update. Wolf Three fan out. You know what to do."
A series of 'affirmative' followed.
Chief Chan, then turned to inform the two men sitting in the back seat.
"Sir, I'm sorry there is a slight delay. Wolf one run into something. We'll have to wait and check."
The younger of the two men, dressed in a dark Tuxedo, calmly raised his head from looking at his wristwatch. With a hum and a small nod, cold steel grey eyes fixed its stare on Chief Chan. Subjected to its intensity, the retired ex-special forces turned team leader, was forced to admit one thing; even after so many years of serving the man, that icy stare never failed to unnerved him.
However, Chief Chan knows that powerful presence is not unwarranted. It was accumulated from years of surviving a cut-throat competition among heirs. After all, at a young age of twenty-eight, Draco Joaquin Sy, had risen above all his adversaries and now sits at the top as the head of the entire Sy Business Empire. A feat no ordinary man can achieve.
At that same time, Draco, the protagonist on the chief's musings, heard frantic taps on the window next to him. A pair of hands kept pounding the bulletproof glass. Draco remained unfazed. Afterwards, a beam of light shined and a small face came into view. Through the tinted window, Draco met a pair of moist hazel orbs. The color was light and clear, so pure that it has a shocking effect when seen against the grim and dirty face.
Draco had gazed upon many but so far had never looked upon eyes as pure and clean as the one he is seeing now. Interesting. Like a cute innocent puppy. It was quiet a novelty for him. And right now, though it can't see him, it is imploring for help.
Next, Draco saw the owner of that eyes backed away and seized by his bodyguards.
From the side, Chief Chan spoke.
"It's a boy. May be at least fifteen based on his frame. His injured, gun-shot wound on the leg. His unarmed and asking for help. But…"
Chief Chan let his word trail unfinished. In his opinion, the boy is an unknown variable. A risk. Furthermore, they were traversing in the middle of a deserted road, in route from one of the boss's private rest house. It was too much of a coincidence for the guy to pop out of nowhere and bump into them of all people.
Draco, whose attention, is still focused on the boy outside, hummed and added nonchalantly, "You think he's an assassin sent to kill me."
His tone was flat, as if they were merely discussing about the weather, no ups and down. However, the man's grey eyes steeled with ruthlessness that made even the valiant Chief Chan shudder.
"It is not impossible. Your enemies are growing desperate. Previous attempts proved this is not beyond their limit of shamelessness."
"That's true. May be this is another ploy cooked up by the boss's vile relatives to eliminate him and steal his position."
It was Alex, Draco's personal secretary, joining the conversation for the first time.
Outside the car.
Two of the men in suit each grabbed an arm and search Riley. Alert and vigilant, the rest circled the car he was previously knocking. They were holding guns and scanning the area.
"S-sir, please, help me. I swear, I'm not a bad person. I'm being chased. I beg you." Riley fumbled for words, pleading. His already weak voice trembling in desperation.
Just at that moment, the door of the Maybach opened and a tall man wearing formal clothes stepped out. A shorter bespectacled middle age man in a dull gray suit came after from the other side. Riley heard him call out, "Boss Draco, please, it is not safe. It's best for you to stay inside the car."
However, the man ignored him and sauntered towards Riley.
As he moves, the men in suits rushed to surround the man called Draco, forming a human shield. Each one appeared so serious, it gives the impression they are willing to accept bullets anytime for the man in the center.
The hold on Riley arms tighten as Draco neared him. About two steps away, Draco stopped, not saying anything. He just stood there and regarded Riley with an unfathomable stare. The teen had to crane his neck all the way up to meet the tall man's eyes. And when watery hazel did collide with cool grey, Riley felt oddly comforted. His fears abated. A smile slowly spread on his lip's seconds before he fainted and lost consciousness.
With a glint in his eyes, seemingly satisfied to have confirmed something, Draco turned around.
Chief Chan, then heard him say, "Bring the boy back."
What?!
Surprised, he started to reason, "Mr. Sy. Sir, I think it is unwise- "
But Draco cut him off.
"It is just a hurt little puppy, Chan. I trust your team can handle him enough."
Chief Chan was speechless, "..."
- Writer
