The Devil's Justice ( 🔞 )

| M Y S T E R Y - S H O T S |

Thunder struck once more, casting a fleeting spotlight on the drenched streets, revealing a frantic car fleeing from its relentless pursuer.

In the driver's seat, a man in his late thirties sat, immaculately dressed in his three-piece formal attire. The glimmer of a costly watch adorned his left wrist. He pushed the accelerator down, his concentration fixated on the slick road ahead. Despite the car's functioning air conditioning, beads of sweat clung to his furrowed brow.

A glance in the rearview mirror revealed the black SUV, still in hot pursuit.

"Damn it!" he muttered, grip tightening on the steering wheel.

The windshield wipers swept aside raindrops the size of marbles, but visibility remained poor. The weather had suddenly decided to side with the pursuer today. He dialled a number from the car's digital screen, only to be met with a ringing tone that stretched on and then disconnected, indicating the recipient's reluctance to answer.

"Fuck!" His frustration bubbled over, filling the confined space.

Desperation grew within him as he turned his attention to the empty passenger seat, which held a sealed envelope. He sighed in relief to find it in its place. After all, it was important for him. And the pursuer was after it.

Luckily, even on the rainy street, he had managed to pass the traffic. A quick check in the rearview mirror revealed the black SUV dangerously close. Panic surged through his veins, and he knew he had to act swiftly now. He can't get caught. Not when he was this close to his dreams.

He had been in an esteemed designation of a growing company, but he wanted more. More power. More money. And this envelope would give him all of that.

It's just a matter of one night. If he can take this up to the boss by tomorrow morning, he will be the next wealthiest man in the town. But as time began to pass by, his luck began to suppress him.

Within no time, the streets of Harrington, Virginia, were a chaotic blend of traffic and rain, making the situation even more challenging to drive away from his pursuer. In his pursuit to reach Brookford, 7.76 miles away, carrying a file that both a powerful entity and his pursuers desired.

He understood the perilous consequences should they catch him. He'd either end up dead in the hands of his enemies or be tortured to speak out the truth.

Which, unfortunately, he cannot afford.

After all, after twenty years of struggle, he was finally close to his dream.

Harrington had its share of bustling streets, but there were also highways that provided direct access to Brookford. As luck would have it, the downpour had resulted in heavy traffic, forcing him to take the longer route via TS 360 N, avoiding the shortcut through Havenbridge, which was currently congested.

He swiftly turned onto the elevated road, the wheels of his royal blue BMW racing away from the relentless chase.

Even after almost an hour of the chase, his attempts at evasion, however, proved futile. The black SUV doggedly persisted, closing the gap between them.

His heart raced as he dialled the number again. Repeatedly. At any cost, he must let them know he has what they were looking for after all. After four tense attempts, the call finally connected. With trembling hands, he activated the Bluetooth.

"Hello?"

"Hello? Rohan?" The voice on the other end sounded confused.

"Yes, God damn it! Why the hell haven't you been answering your calls?"

"Calm down and tell me what's going on," the man urged.

"He's following me."

"Who?"