TERROR

3. QUEST

      The next day early in the morning Andrews  barged in quickly into Cartwright's office holding ten green files. ' Sorry for being late sir, ' he said. " Well, it's about time," said Cartwright impatiently. ' OK for the start is I've just passed through ten of these files and as I told you previously, I only found four of them to be amusing, ' he said. "Okay.... Go on..., " Cartwright added. ' We've got Kyle Bridgestone. A Canadian man with great fighting skills. He currently lives in Toronto at Rooster Apartment third floor room number 021.' he continued, ' Second is John Peterson, German by nationality, he's been working at the Frasch's electrical and mechanical factory for six years now. He lives in his house in Berlin at Frenziine street home address 587Hampshire.' he paused a little bit then continued, ' We also have Bruce Wayne and Ken Diamond who both live in America. The first one studies surgical science at the University in  Chicago that I currently failed to know but lives in X-been Apartment fifth floor room number 16 and the Diamond guy doesn't work, steals for a living and stays with his grandmother at Ludges street in Newyork . That's it sir, ' he finished.

    "Mmmmh.... Interesting... " Cartwright said with excitement. He swang in his chair for a moment, letting his mind roll and think of a plan. He suddenly stopped when, " Brilliant! You're a one genius guy Cartwright, " he said to himself. He continued, "What we're gonna do is to send some of my men to all those guys you mentioned. It won't be difficult for the Wayne and Diamond guy but I'll have to make a flight for the Canadian and German. They have to come here as soon as possible. We can't wait furthermore. " he said that when he reached for the phone on his table. "Hello …" a voice called from the phone. Cartwright replied, " oooh. Hello Jamestone. I need your help with something... "

    2136hrs, Toronto Canada. 15th June 2015...

" Boy... Am I tired? " Kyle exclaimed as he was heading to his apartment. As a normal routine he was seeking for any luck to get a job." One thing for sure... I'll never give up, " he comforted himself. "It seems nuclear physics doesn't apply in Canada... " he still wondered. He headed into the Rooster Apartment's main door, took the stairs and headed to the third floor room 021. He reached for the keys and finally yanked the door open. To his surprise....

    " Hello Mr Kyle Bridgestone. I've been expecting you, " a heavily built up man around his 30's said. He wore a black suit and had covered his eyes with black glasses. "The guy definitely looked like a spy," Kyle thought. " Who are you mister? " Kyle asked angrily. "won't you even allow me to sit? " the man asked. " I think you already sat enough, " replied Kyle. " ok, I'm here for a certain job. You see, our... " he didn't finish talking after he saw Kyle approaching him with a knife in his right hand. The man ducked and grabbed Kyle at his waist and threw him in the air like what most wrestlers do, sending him down on the floor. " One heck of a strong guy " Kyle thought. "We don't have to do this you know, "said the man. Kyle rose up,went bouncing left and right towards his opponent and then gave a swift kick on the man's testicles. 'OUUWH!... ' the man roared in pain as he went down on his knees. Kyle removed the man's glasses, grabbed him on the neck and raised his right fist infront of the man's face. " Tell me. Who are you? "he asked. The man threw his left first on Kyle's stomach and hit him on his face using his right elbow. Kyle came sprawling down, unconscious with blood on his left eye.

      0012hrs, Berlin Germany. 15th June 2015.

    "Oooooowh! " John grunted from the impact that is facing after drinking too much liquor at Frenziine Bar. "I gotta be careful sometime, " he told himself. He got out of his Mercedes Benz and went to the main door of his house, took the house keys from his shirt pocket and opened the door. He really struggled to get in his bed as the liquor made him heavier and heavier for every step he took up the stairs. Finally he managed to get to bed and threw himself helplessly, alone in the midnight.

         "Aaagh! "surprised, he woke up to see that the sun had already risen. He had this strange feeling. Though the liquor hadn't fully disappeared off his head,he was able to judge that he felt he was moving. He decided to lay down his head once again to recollect his mind. "what the ***" he shouted when he woke up. His mind became clear now.     " I'm being kidnapped,"he exclaimed. He was inside an aeroplane high above in the sky. The low atmospheric pressure above overwhelmed his consciousness but before he closed his eyes once again he heard a voice infront of the plane say, " Almost approaching sir... "

      0704 hrs. Newyork ,USA. 16th June 2015.

   "Grandma I'm back ,"shouted Ken from a distance. He went in his grandmother's cottage to see no one inside. "Hello... Grandma... "he said. A hand from behind grabbed Ken's mouth with a handkerchief containing chloroform. Ken struggled to strike his elbow on the man's right ribs and started to run. It is when he reached outside the cottage he was stunned by the man's fellows with a stun gun.         " ZAAP! " he lay down unconsciously.

        0713 hrs,  Chicago USA.  16th June 2015.

     "Mr .Bruce Wayne, there are a couple of men who wanna see you outside, " Mrs Rose my professor told me. " Okay. I'm coming.. "I said while heading out of the lecture room. " The men are at the main entrance door. I'll spare you for today because they said it's important, " she said. I thanked her then went out till the entrance room but then thought for a moment... "  Wait! I have no friends. Why are there..."
POOW ! I was stricken on the back of my head with something hard. More like the butt of a gun. What I remember is being carried into a car without knowing where I was being taken.