JEREMY settled into the back seat of his black SUV, oblivious to the danger that loomed ahead. His schedule for the day was packed, the highlight being a crucial meeting with potential investors who could elevate his company to new heights. The stakes were high, but Jeremy thrived under pressure.
Two days earlier, the plan to kidnap Jeremy had been hatched and every activity deployed to the team responsible for the act. Jasira had acted fast, all she did was call in Nathan, tell him about the plan to kidnap his boss, that words had filtered into her ears, and then he mobilized a few of his guards for the task ahead, to beat them in their own game, but it wasn’t without a warning, never to let Jeremy know.
Nathan of course trusted Jasira. She had proven to be an invaluable source of happiness for his Boss, though he was unaware of her true connections, hence, he had immediately cowork with her, to devise a counter-strategy, briefing his team and ensuring they were prepared for the unexpected.
The mafia’s plan was simple yet effective: set some punctures on the narrow road leading to the meeting location, to puncture their tyres. Then once the SUV was forced to stop, they would strike, taking Jeremy hostage to do their deal.
So that fateful hot afternoon as Jeremy’s convoy approached the narrow stretch of Route 47, the front tyres of the first two cars suddenly puffed, and the cars immediately slowed down.
Jeremy who was in the second car noticed what was going on and looked up from his phone at the chauffeur.
“Is everything alright?” He inquired.
“Um, Sir, we seem to have a problem with the tyres, I can feel it has been punctured,” he replied intelligently trying to bring the car to a final halt.
Jeremy sat up.
“What are you saying? This cars were properly checked before leaving this morning, this particular one is brand new, something I got last week,” he said.
“The more reason I am confused Sir,” the chauffeur replied looking out and that was when Jeremy also looked out, trying to see through the bulletproof window, confused.
And that was when he noticed somethings on the road. Jagged spikes lay scattered across the asphalt, a clear sign of a trap.
“What the hell is going on?” Jeremy queried again, his voice tense this time.
“Just some debris on the road, Sir,” the chauffeur replied calmly, though his eyes met Nathan’s in the rearview mirror.
Nathan, sitting in the front passenger seat, turned to Jeremy.
“Stay calm, Boss. We might be facing an ambush, but we are prepared.”
Before Jeremy could respond, the mafia team emerged from the surrounding woods, guns drawn and faces masked. They moved quickly, confident in their plan, but Nathan’s men were quicker.
From hidden positions along the roadside, Jeremy’s guards sprang into action. Shots rang out, and the element of surprise shifted violently. It became too intense that Nathan had to get down to face the enemies squarely.
“Shit!” Jeremy cussed and immediately leaned forward, dipping his hand into the pigeon hole and dragging out a pistol.
One of the mafia men quickly headed for the car Jeremy was in and as he opened the door ready to drag Jeremy out, he aimed his pistol at him and released two bullets instantly, the man spurred around and fell to the ground.
“Idiot!” Jeremy cussed and cocked his pistol again, his eyes and everything on the alert.
The mafia team, expecting easy prey, found themselves outmaneuvered and outgunned.
From a distance stood Jasira watching, her heart in her throat. Even when she knew that Nathan and his team was gonna have the upper hand, yet, she was still anxious, she had been in the mafia for a long time, and so she knows how their game was.
Just then, her phone buzzed, a message from Nathan: “We have the situation under control. Jeremy is safe.”
Relief flooded through her, though she wasn’t expecting Lucario to back out so easily, but for now, Jeremy was safe, and that was all that mattered.
The aftermath was swift. The mafia operatives were disarmed and subdued, their plan in ruins. A few of them were captured and immediately driven away, two dead, while the rest escaped injured.
Soon the police sirens was heard from a very far distance as they approached, and that was when Jeremy tossed the pistol at the chauffeur and jumped down the car.
Nathan quickly ran up to him.
“Boss, I hope you are okay?” He asked, looking him all over.
“I’m good. Is that the police?”
“I guess so.”
“Where are the ones that had been captured?”
“We taken them immediately.”
Jeremy nodded satisfactorily.
“Good. We need to know who sent them. Leave these dead ones here, the police would take care of them and as for the ones who escaped, they would deliver what their eyes has seen to whoever sent them.”
The police finally got to them and some news reporters followed, interrogating some of the guards and taking pictures and videos of the crime scene.
A policeman approached Jeremy.
“Mr. Petersons?” He called and Jeremy turned to him.
“We are sorry for what has just happened, please do you know who they are? How did it happen?” He inquired.
“Well all that doesn’t matter, what matters is my guards and I are safe. Please if you would excuse us, we were actually heading for a meeting and I’m afraid that I’m late already,” he said with a light smile on his face and he headed for his car.
The policemen shrugged and went to face other things at the scene. Soon, the dead bodies were taken away and the place was immediately evacuated.
***
Mrs. Petersons was seated on her favourite position in the living room knitting a crochet and occasionally glancing at the television.
Suddenly, some words filtered into her ears and she abruptly stopped her knitting and faced the television.
***The young CEO of The Peterson’s Companies, Jeremy Petersons had earlier this afternoon, escaped an attack from an enemy who laid ambush -***
“What!” She shouted as the crocheting work fell off her hands, “my son,” she added.