THE QUEST FOR POWER

THE FIRST CLUE

 I opened the envelope it read:-

'Dear Abraham,

This is your father speaking I mean you are real father Edward Black when you get this letter I can give you a hundred percent guarantee that I am dead you will need those letters as a clue you are expedition these letters will help you reach the villain of your life. This is going to be a difficult expedition and you need serious money for this. So now you must have met Luke and Oscar. They will help you throughout your journey and for you in our code:-

So now the clue is:-

I am building an Empire want to join me if yes then I am the one who helps you but guys meet me in the Protector of the British 31 degrees and I am bisected.'

"So, a new code to solve!" said Sam. "Yep!" I said, "I need a world map and a protractor." "Okay..." George said not quite sure of what's going on. I realized how confused he was. "George listen the clue says that the protractor of the British is at 62 degrees since 31 degrees is its bisector. The British Empire was so huge, that the sun never set!" "I got the map and the protractor!" Sam came grinning and presented the map.

I took the map and spread it on the table. "I keep the protractor on the map, above London, England. So from 62 degrees is... Voila! New Delhi, India!" "Oh so now, we have to go to India," said George, looking perplexed. "Yep!" I said, "My quest for my family inheritance begins now!"

"Would you to join me?" I asked. "I'm always there to guard your back!" said George. "Me too!" said Sam. "Nice! Let's go to India!" I said. I booked a flight to India. I had to meet my enemy, the escalator. I held George's hand and then climbed on it. The flight was delayed, so we were waiting. I don't know why something was out of place. George and I were thinking the same thing.

George said it out loud, "We have to get out of here." "What? Why?!" said Sam. "Don't you notice something wrong here?!" I replied. "Can you be a bit more specific?!" Sam had no clue what was going on. "Do you do you not notice the security guard with the fake ID or the janitor with the very poorly hidden gun?!" said George. Both I and Sam looked at him, incredulously. I never knew that George had such incredible observation skills. "Stop staring at me! We have to get out of here!" he said, a bit too loud. The janitor and guard took their guns out and fired at us but we wear long gone. People started screaming. The airport employees, however, made no effort of calling reliable security. Instead, they pulled out their own guns. 'Great...' I thought. We started to run towards the gate but there were men with guns there too. Sam, being the smallest among us managed to slide down between their feet. George punched one of the guards in the face.

I tackled the other one. We continue to run but suddenly, I ran into Tom Cruise. He was hiding behind some furniture.

I mean literally, the famous movie star Tom Cruise was hiding behind a chair. He frowned at me. George and Sam were just staring in surprise at me. "Hi, my name is Abraham Black." "Yeah, I know. You are the 'Famous Businessman of the Year', Abraham Black." He said. "If, I'm not wrong, you are the same Abraham Black who spilled boiling hot coffee on my precious suit." "Yeah, that's me, but now's not the time to discuss that. We're being chased by gunmen and would like to borrow your jet to go to New Delhi, India." "Um... Whatever you say..." he said as we heard more gunshots." "Come quickly." He said. We followed him to his private jet. Safe and sound for now, at least...