0.1 | No Exit from Deception ?

0.55 | Will Team Work Bring Them Closer?

Suddenly Joseph pulled up the car and stormed toward Tasher with angry fists.

Tasher closed his eyes and was counting the seconds in his mind until he felt a tight punch on his face. But it didn't happen. Mary came from nowhere and held Joseph's hands, begging, "Joseph, save your Ruby. Her life is in danger."

Joseph's eyes welled and he assured her by placing hands on her shoulders, "Tight the security around and tell everyone to stay in one place. We don't know what these people want from us."

Tasher intervened enthusiastically, "Joseph, I managed to click a picture of the number plate of the car. And I know someone who could give me a history about its owner──"

"I'll deal with you inside the car."

Tasher sat in the driver's seat. Turning on the engine, they embarked on the hunt.

"How come you have her phone? It was not meant for just anyone to use it, keep it . . ." Joseph bit his index finger, looking straight.

"It's a long story man. I wonder where she had spent her whole night. Maybe at your spiritual home."

"It's a long story," Joseph retaliated bitterly. "Just concentrate on your work."

Tasher laughed a little and then became serious as their destination arrived.

"Here."

They walked into the territory.

"A garage is anybody's guess? Of all places, you brought me here . . . to this dead place where you think we will get a clue about her. There is no one around!"

"Joseph, calm down. These types of creepy work are done under the blanket. No one screams about their crimes." Tasher gnashed his teeth and earned a scoff from Joseph and walked past him.

Tasher outpaced him and pushed the rusted iron door of a cubicle. A wide blueish office chair with cotton peeking from the holes pivoted with a creaky sound, and the man's not-so-subtle stare inferred his nature.

Tasher looked at Joseph with a doubtful attitude. Whereas, Joseph scanned his room, keeping his hands at his waist.

"Tell me who is the owner of this car?" Tasher tossed the phone on the dirty table, poking his tongue in the cheek.

His glance didn't even fall on the image for five seconds and he reclined back, getting up from the seat and slithering his way out.

Tasher again looked at Joseph, but this time beams emitted from Joseph's eyes were for the other man instead.

Tasher blocked his way pushing him against the greasy wall. "So we gonna do this the hard way. By any chance is it Arnold Garfield's car that you don't want to disclose?" Thomas yowled.

Joseph grabbed his arm from behind, and Thomas jerked it away.

Tasher brought his face closer than before and slammed his arm against his neck, "C'com open your fucking mouth-"

"Y──es."

Tasher moved away cussing a paragraph of ill words inaudibly, but the grip didn't lose. "Tell me where he would be now? We'll not spare you if you have some foul play in your mind. TELL ME WHERE HE WOULD BE NOW?"

"Ugh. . . Laxpol constructing site," his voice died away as he was knocked to the ground.

Tasher got suspicious and turned to see what Joseph was doing. At the same moment, Joseph threw a gun in the air and Tasher seized it. Joseph carried a bag of ammunition that was kept under the boss's table and took a leave.

"This day has some other way of rewarding me, Tasher or Ethan Hunt should I say." Tasher winked and flew his hands backward to fix the pistol in his waistband.

Word count - 1200

a/n; this book is going to end soon 😔 but let's enjoy the remaining (supposedly 5 moreish chapters) 😚