Catch You!My Billionaire

A journey

Clothes hang on a thin line rope, with underwear, pants, and other fabrics when raindrop begins to touch each of their dry outer layers. Women from all houses, came shouting “The rain is coming! Look out for your clothes!”, and they pulled everything they hung on the rope and placed it inside.

The men gathered beside a mini variety store inside a simple one-story plain walled house with a huge opening where snacks and other food products come hanging. It has no roof outside to cover the men sitting outside, thus they walked away leaving bottles of beer on the table. “Finally, those noisy pests left!”, an elderly woman aged around in the mid-’40s frowns the moment she picks up the bottles. Olivia drives pass-through the narrow streets of another city, she barely visited. She never laid her eyes before on all the landmarks, houses, and people, a foreigner in a new city.

The rains pour heavier, transforming from tiny droplets into streaming waters. Yet the cold windy atmosphere didn’t stop the children from ages twelve and thirteen to run in the middle of the streets. The children raise their hands and head up to feel every pour of water flowing into their forehead, cheeks, and palms. Olivia pressed the car horn in the hardest way she could. It produced a deafening high-pitched continuous tone sending shock waves into every child’s ears and nerves. Startled, they turned around and gives way for the car.

Olivia stops her car and opened one side of the window, “Go home now, you’ll get cold”, she said to the children and proceeded on driving. When she glances at her rearview mirror, the children ignored her words and treat them like nothing. They jump, play, and run around under the rain. She didn’t bother herself to head back since she must reach her destination at once, although it is just a few meters away.

At the end of the street lies a huge avenue with towers of buildings. Olivia turned her car on to the left, and she stops on the first building of the long lines of infrastructure. She drives her way inside towards the parking spot until she found an empty reservation with her name written on it. She went out, picked up her things at the trunk, and left her car in the place.

Olivia enters through a glass revolving door, to begin her stay at one of the three-star hotels in the city. Two luggage and one sling bag wrapped in her body, double her weight, therefore, she walks a little slower towards the receptionist desk. She asked her reservation for a suite, and in no time the receptionist gave her a key and access to the room.

When she was about to go in the elevator, two men dressed in a casual polo and shirt comes from an elevator that opened a few seconds ago, approached her. A thirty-year-old detective inspector Peter Stein, and twenty-seven-year-old Jim Chandler with the same rank.

Professionals use uniforms to clear other people their identity, which Olivia and her fellow detectives must not put in use at their mission. Even Olivia herself dresses in a blue blouse and jeans with glasses on her eyes serves an accessory.

“I am glad you made it”, Jim said. He then offers to carry one of her luggage. Oliva didn’t resist despite her strong fit physique, she finds it difficult to carry her things, so she handed it over, since there is nothing wrong with asking for help, besides if she continues carrying the bags, her arm might begin to numb.

The three walked inside the elevator and discussed the journey of their travels toward the location because if they brought up the topic of their mission, they are putting triggers into the enemy’s firearms.

Olivia shared the story with her co-workers in regards to the children bathing in the rain. She received concerned comments from them, but their face held no reaction because this peculiarity is not new to those men. Sometimes a few of these children dash under the rain naked, which made her question the parenting of those kids. “We can do nothing but warn them”, Peter said, “but never in this world I’ll allow a single drop of rain, fall into my baby’s head”, he uttered in conviction. Although his words are pronounced in a serious tone, Jim can’t help the tingles in his stomach and he begins to chuckle.

“What’s so funny?”, Peter raised his thick dark eyebrows

“Nothing—I know you are a great parent”, Jim said to ease the tension between them, “It’s just I am afraid she’ll grow up vulnerable to sickness. The parents of those children might be careless, but my parents let me—you know—experience a little dirt, feel a bit of rain”, he said.

Peter made no more reactions instead he smirked at him. He reminded his fellow detective Jim once he too has a child he’ll know the fear a father feels for his child. If his daughter cries even for a small insect bite, the pain she felt doubles up towards seeing his child in agony. Jim had no more chance to reply because the elevator dings and its door opens. Right at the end of the corridor lies their suite. Peter opens the room through his card, and when it unlocks, a wide modern apartment-like room dazzles behind the wooden door.

“This looks better than my house!”, Jim enters the room with a smile. He quickly throws his bags aside including Olivia’s luggage and jumped on the moss green plush couch sending a wave of force bouncing him off a bit on the top. He then dragged the white fur blanket folded beside the pillows and wrapped himself all over with it.

“Can we take a nap? I’m tired”, he stretches his arms and yawns, but Olivia drags his blanket from him.

“We are not here for a vacation”, Peter said, and he ordered him to follow them at one of the four rooms inside the suite.

An empty white room with no windows, but a glass table a couch, and a fake tall spikey plant on the corner. Olivia wanders her eyes around and notices on every side of the door there are foam grey stripes, she touches one of them with her fingertip and asked if the room is soundproof. Peter went to the door and also touches it, he figures out she was right, the room perhaps is soundproof.

“We need to check everything in here before we begin”, Olivia said and afterwards ordered the two other men to look into the tiniest sides and corners of the couch and glass table. She on the other hand will scan the plant and even the walls. It’s better to waste an hour to secure the place rather than starting right away not knowing if their conversations and plans are being recorded. Hidden cameras and recorders can be the size of a needle.

After half an hour of search, they found nothing, it is now secure for them to lay out their plans. Inspector Jim and Peter followed Olivia on her mission because the wanted criminal David Barker has other fellow armed men, and when a firing encounter happened the detectives can call for a backup at the local police in the city.

In the latest update, she received from the police station and the local intelligence unit, there is no recent activity detected on David Barker. Olivia and her team must act at once since David now perceives the police were after him. If they let a day pass he can move on to another city and ravage it.

They targeted to investigate three different streets they studied which can be David’s location. Each street was assigned to the detectives and today they begin their tasks, on finding clues and pieces of evidence. When the day ends, Jim, Peter, and Olivia must present evidence or any information furthering the case.

Carrying a 9mm Glock 19 and 22 pistols, a binocular, pair of gloves, cameras, notebooks, magnifying glasses, and an evidence collection bag, in their black sling bags. The three went out of their suite bid each other good luck and departed ways.

Olivia drives on the biggest of the three streets listed, without much of a plan in her mind, all she can think of now is to gather the most number of evidence she could in a day.

She leaves her car in a public parking station beside a park filled with trees and benches, unlike the street she traveled before, the place wasn’t much crowded, yet people still can be spotted across the street. Olivia gazes at every house, store, and landmark which might help her remember the place. The face of the passers and the lot numbers on the property’s gates.

She then went on to a small restaurant containing six-table, and a counter with high stool metal chairs in front of it. The wall was plain white, yet it has three red stripes in the middle. Six high lumened bulbs in the ceiling at the top of each metal table didn’t bring much clear light into the place therefore a grey dim forms near the counter. Since it was daylight, the hot rays of sun slides through the restaurant’s windows and reflect bright light into dim spots. The customers eating doesn’t seem to be bothered at all, instead, a couple of bearded old men manage to have a loud laugh at this ill-designed place. Perhaps they were drunk, because on their table lies beer bottles.

Olivia approached the woman in an apron, wiping plates at the counter. She sits in front of her, and the woman slides to her the menu on the counter with no words or greetings. She didn’t utter any words and picked up the menu. Her task is conducting an investigation in the place not to make friends.

“I’ll have a double cheeseburger and a diet coke”, she said and handed back the menu. The woman on the counter didn’t list anything from her orders, instead, she entered inside a personnel-only room and shouted the order. “What kind of a place is this?”, Olivia asks herself, dismayed upon entering the place.

A man in an open checkered polo suit enters the creaking door of the restaurant. With a toolbox in his hand and a muddy white shirt, he made his way onto the counter and sits beside Olivia. A scent of unbathed goat travels through the air from the man, urges her stomach to vomit, but it would offend the man once she stands up on her seat.

“Here is your order”, the woman placed a tray of cheeseburgers and a glass of soda in front of her. She then turned her attention to the man beside Olivia. The man first greeted her with a short “Good morning”, and the woman nodded a smile

“So the same thing again?”, she asked, and the man agreed.

The woman went back inside, and once more shouted the order. A glass of beer and two

burgers. She came back to the counter yet Olivia hasn’t touch her food. The cheese oozes down with an oil fatty substance, and the bun has a bit of crack after it shreds tiny pieces of bread at the side.

She paid for the food, at once but didn’t dare a bite of it to slide in her mouth, but Olivia stays at the place when she heard a conversation about a man who recently moved in was mugged by two men in the streets.

“New tenant? Olivia interfered, but the lady told her to mind her own business. Unconvinced, she has no time exerting an effort to explain herself towards the woman, instead, she showed her a badge.

“Tell me everything”, Olivia said.

The woman fell silent for a few seconds, after knowing her identity. A man around the age of thirty moved into a three-story apartment. She also told her, the man carries a diamond bracelet with him. “He was throwing the trash when it happened”, the man entered himself at the conversation.

“Can you lead me to his location?”, Olivia asked

“She has customers to attend, I’ll teach you the way if you don’t mind”, the man stands up and picked up his toolbox. Olivia agreed and the two of them went outside the restaurant.