“Elaine…!” Max shouted as searches the living room and the dining room. “Elaine…!” Max shouted again as he ran upstairs to check the bedrooms. The bedrooms were in a mess. Max was sure that whoever who kidnap Elaine was looking for something and has either found what they were looking for or have not and took Elaine for interrogation. Just as Max was about to leave the house, he heard the sound of police sirens and a couple of cars pulling up in front of the house.
“This is Sergeant Michael.” said S.Michael for short as he speaks through the loudspeaker. “Come out of the house and put your hands where we can see them… If you fail to comply, we will barge in and drastic measures will be taken.” S.Michael added.
Max quickly ran to the kitchen to find another way out. There was no back door but he manages to find a window which he quickly escapes through it. The police barged into the house just to find that the furniture are scattered all over the place and the breeze as wind blows into the house through the window which Max escapes from. S.Michael curses as he ordered his men to return to headquarters.
Max runs down the street quietly while wondering where his Elaine could be. Max’s phone rang and the retro ringtone disrupted his thoughts. An unknown number appeared on the screen.
“Hello?” Max said as he answers the phone.
“Maximillion De Franc. If you ever want to see her again, you will be at the Main Cerin Tower on the 12th of March at 2.00 am sharp. I guaranty her safety but if you’re a second late, you can forget about seeing her in one piece.” The stranger said.
Before Max could even reply, the unknown caller hangs up.
“Shit.” Max cursed to himself. “What am I supposed to do now?” He added on in frustration.
The thought of Elaine being chopped into a couple of pieces made Max sick in the stomach. Max was caught in between saving Elaine and his own safety. Either way, he had only 10 hours to make a decision. He enters a nearby coffee shop and found a corner sit where it was separated from the other customers. Max took out his hand phone and started fiddling with it. This is a usual behavior of Max when he is thinking about something important or something which he can’t seem to understand.
“Excuse me sir, can I take your order?” said a tall and skinny man.
“A bottle of beer and one large noodle soup with extra chilly.” Max said, barely even taking his concentration off his phone. “Wait.” Max called out to the waiter. “Make that two bottles of beer.” He added on while still fiddling with the phone.
Fifteen minutes passed by and the food and drinks that Max ordered finally arrived. Max finishes one bottle of beer before starting on the noodles. The noodles were hot but Max just gobbled it down ignoring his burning mouth. Lastly, he ended his meal with the second bottle of chilled beer. Max left the exact change on the table and left the coffee shop as he finally made up his mind.
... To be continued?? XXDDDD
... i know.... lame =.=
Anyways, not like anyone would see this, sry yea Eugene that I didn't go for your so called farewell breakfast or something like that earlier today.
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