Dante pursed his lips as he waited for the two men standing outside to finish their discussions. He then jolted up in his seat, remembering that Samson hadn’t heard from him in TWO days. Flip. He quickly opened his phone and dialled Samson’s number. He didn’t pick up the first time but thankfully, the second one went through. An annoyed Samson ranted on the phone whiles Dante tried to deliver his sincerest apologies. Dante, not wanting to worry Samson, didn’t tell him about Lea’s possible abduction but rather lied that his aunt had given him a task to do in the next town so he wouldn’t be able to visit as much as he did for a while. Samson hesitantly accepted the excuse and hung up the call. Dante breathed out, crossing his arms on his chest and his left leg over the right, staring through the window to the rainy atmosphere outside. A tear of tiredness, worry and fear slid down his cheek and he sighed.
‘All of this will be over once we find her’, he assured himself.
‘No, this will not all be over, forgotten? Samson is still in the hospital, and you still have to find who did this to him. You’re trapped. You’re never getting out. You’ll always remain tired and stressed, like this. And do you know why? That’s cause you care too much’, a voice in his head spoke.
‘Depart from me, you foul spirit!’, Dante commanded, and at once, the voice departed.
Right after, the two men walked in, looking all serious. They both looked muscular, wearing black suits and sunglasses. One wore a gold watch, the other wore a silver one. Dante sat up, politely gestured his hand towards the two seats in front of him and they sat down. He cleared his throat.
Dante: Good afternoon, gentlemen. (checks his watch and its around 4:30 pm) Or... should I say Good evening? (chuckles) Sorry, those things confuse me so much. I owe you an introduction, a proper introduction. My name is Dante Salvador.
One of the men: We are the Volkov Twins. I am Mikhail Volkov and he is...?
The other man: Dmitri Volkov. At your service.
Dante: Nice to meet you both and thank you. Thank you for helping me with my cause.
Mikhail: Don’t worry. A friend of Don Alonso is a friend of ours.
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Chills ran down his spine as Dante remembered his history lesson on people that made the mafia industry bloom like crazy, one of them being The Volkov Twins from Russia. Mikhail, the elder. Dmitri, the younger. Together, there was nothing the two couldn’t do. Of course, that was speculation but any wise person knew not to mess with these two. ‘Don Alonso must have really worried about my safety to grant me two of the most powerful people in Europe’, Dante mumbled under his breath, grinning from ear-to-ear. Dmitri noticed and exchanged looks with his twin brother. Eyeing Dante suspiciously, he began to speak, his voice surprisingly soothing.
Dmitri: So, where did you say you ‘suspect’ her location at the moment is?
Dante: Lotte World.
Mikhail: (with a heavy Russian accent) In Jamsil? But why would anyone, in their right frame of mind, hold a person hostage in an amusement park in such a lively and busy place?
Dante: I don’t know.
Dmitri: Well, I for one don’t believe she’s being held hostage IN Lotte World. Maybe, she’s not IN Lotte World, but NEAR it. I mean, all the noise from the bustling outdoors would block out the sound of whatever I wanted to do to my hostage if I was a captor.
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Dante winced and his eyes went heavy with worry. What if Lea’s captor was abusing her...what if it was even worse and he was...? Dante shook his head and looked at them determinedly. He wouldn’t let his emotions get the best of him.
Dante: Then, we have to go rescue her.
Dmitri: Today?
Dante: Yeah, tonight. Meet me here at 6:00 pm. Gather all the tools and equipment you need.
Mikhail: (rubs his hands excitedly) Woo, it’s been a long time since I went on a mission like this! (He raises his hand toward Dmitri and they give each other a high-five.)
Dante: (goes silent in thought) Wait. This is too easy. Feels like an ambush. A trap, even.
Mikhail: Really?
Dmitri: I agree with him. She should have been harder to find. (turns to Dante) Who are her parents?
Dante: I...don't know. But they are rich.
Mikhail: (scoffs) Then maybe her captives just want a ransom.
Dante: If that were to be the case, they would've called me...or her parents long ago. Something's off.
Dmitri: Indeed. We can't just go in like that. I'll call for more backup troops.
Dante: Do that. But don't let them enter in with us, unless the situation deems it necessary. I want us to look like bait so we can know their true intent.
Mikhail: You're smart, boy. You sound like you could even raid the place yourself. (laughs)
Dmitri: It's settled then. (They both stand) We'll meet you here, 18:00. And, are you sure you can handle all the blood and adrenaline if you tag along with us? You're only in high school, you know?
Dante: Don't worry about me. I'm pretty sure what I'm about to see, (eyes darken) I've seen worse.
Mikhail: Daz, that's messed up. See you later then. (He waves his brother to his side and they leave the café.)
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Dante sighed and looked up to the sky, fighting back tears.
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and then Add to home screen.