"What?" Hutton muttered with a blank look on his face as he instantly stood up while he thought.
’Didn’t she just left my house a few minutes ago?’
"I can guarantee it boss. While I was coming towards your house to give you the information we have secretly tried to collect about the Franklin family, I suddenly saw a van go through a car that was coming out of the estate. Then in the next moment, I saw a group of masked people coming out of the van and quickly went towards the crashed car to pick up Vivian and put her into the van. After that, they just zoomed off" Jake explained with an anxious look on his face.
’This is bad’ Hutton thought with a grim look on his face as he hurriedly ran out of his house while telling Jake.
"Stay right where you are right now, am coming to get you"
"Ok boss"
After that, the call ended as Hutton quickly went towards his black Corolla and went in. After starting it, he quickly drove out of his house.
After a few minutes went by, Hutton finally arrived at where Jake is but he didn’t look at Jake immediately. Instead, he looked at where the crashed happened where a large group of onlookers are now crowding it.
’This is really bad’ Hutton thought with a guilty feeling growing within him. But he still tried to remain calm as he finally turned to Jake and said.
"Get in"
"Yes boss" Jake replied as he hurriedly went into the car with a small file which is in his hands. Right after that, Hutton quickly zoomed off down the road.
"Where are we going to boss?" Jake suddenly asked with a curious look on his face as he observed how fast the car is going.
"We are going back to the Hidden Eye agency" Hutton answered with a serious look on his face while he further increased the speed of the car.
"The agency?" Jake muttered with a confused look on his face. But Hutton heard him as he began to explain.
"Although you might find this weird, but I secretly put a tracking device in Vivian’s phone without her knowing. So I want to use a the system in the agency to find out where she is"
"Oh, that’s a great idea boss!" Jake said with an enlightened look on his face. But Hutton’s serious face didn’t even flinch as his eyes were glued to the road.
After a few more minutes went by, Hutton and Jake finally arrived at the Hidden Eye agency. At this moment the agency looks dispirited and deserted as apart from the two security guards who are at the entrance of the agency, not a single soul could be seen going in and out of the agency.
But Hutton didn’t seem to be bothered by it because as soon as he parked his car at the parking lot, he quickly got out of his car along with Jake and went into the agency.
As Jake and Hutton entered the intelligence agency, the usual buzz of activity was notably absent. Desks were abandoned, and the soft murmur of conversation indicated that the workers were on a break. Hutton, with his seasoned demeanor, scanned the area with a discerning eye, while Jake followed Hutton from behind.
Navigating through the vacant corridors, they eventually arrived at the phone tracking system room. Hutton experienced hand reached for the door handle, but before he could open it, Jake suddenly spoke up as he stepped forward.
"Wait boss, let me help you with that"
And so, Jake opened the door to the room the phone tracking system is. And as he opened it, Hutton could clearly see what is inside.
The phone tracking system room is a high-security area within the intelligence agency, designed for maximum functionality and efficiency.
The room is spacious, with walls lined with sleek, steel panels that exude a sense of modernity and sophistication. Soft, ambient lighting bathes the space in a gentle glow, providing just enough illumination without causing glare on the numerous screens and monitors positioned around the room.
At the center of the room stands the nerve center of the operation: a large, circular console adorned with rows of monitors and control panels. Each screen displays live feeds of maps, data streams, and surveillance footage, offering a comprehensive view of phone activity and movements in real-time.
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Surrounding the console are rows of ergonomic workstations, where analysts and tech specialists are meant to sit attentively, their focus trained on the screens before them. Their workstations are equipped with state-of-the-art computers, keyboards, and communication devices, allowing for seamless coordination and analysis of incoming data.
The air was filled with the soft hum of machinery and the occasional click of keyboards, is now eerily quiet with a sense of solitude. Despite the high-tech equipment and stringent security measures, the room exudes an air of professionalism and purpose, reflecting the critical role it plays in the agency’s operations.
"So what now boss?" Jake asked with a curious look on his face after both him and Hutton got into the room.
"Step aside, let me get to work" Hutton suddenly replied with a serious look on his face as he began to step towards the phone tracking system. But when Jake heard him, he immediately went blank as he muttered.
"What?"
But Hutton didn’t have the time or the strength to explain to Jake that he was already an international level analyst and tracker in his past life who can practically track anyone he wants to with just a mobile device.
And so, In the dimly lit monitoring room, Hutton’s gaze flickered across the array of screens, his mind racing with determination. Suddenly, his attention was drawn to a familiar name: Vivian. With a sense of urgency, he keyed in commands, his fingers flying over the keyboard as he initiated the search.
As the system whirred to life, displaying maps and data streams, Hutton’s heart pounded with anticipation. Vivian’s whereabouts were a mystery, but he was determined to find her.Minutes stretched into tense silence as Hutton meticulously analyzed the incoming data, his focus unwavering. Then, a breakthrough: a blip on the map, indicating Vivian’s location.
"You have got her boss!" Jake exclaimed with a mixture of shock and excitement mixed on his face. But Hutton didn’t seem to be relaxed as he hurriedly sprang up from the chair and said with a sense of urgency on his face.
"We need to move now, we don’t have much time left"
"Ok boss" Jake said as he quickly followed Hutton out of the phone tracking system room.
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"Uhh, what just happened?" Vivian muttered as she slowly began to regain her consciousness along a migraine tagging along.
"Oh, you are finally awake" But just then, she heard a voice that sounded very familiar to her.
"W... What is going on?" Vivian struggled to ask as she was still slowly regaining her consciousness.
"Well, why don’t you open your eyes and find out yourself" the voice sounded out again with a touch of mocking now in it.
"Urghh..." Vivian muttered as she tried to open her eyes. After a few minutes went by, Vivian could finally see the situation she is currently in.
Apparently, Vivian find herself deep within the heart of the forest, hidden amidst a dense canopy of towering trees, lies a majestic cliff, a rugged sentinel of nature’s grandeur.
The cliff rises abruptly from the forest floor, its sheer rock face weathered by centuries of wind and rain. Towering trees cling to its edges, their roots intertwining with the rocky terrain, providing a precarious foothold for life amidst the unforgiving landscape.
At the base of the cliff, a carpet of emerald moss blankets the forest floor, softening the harsh edges of the rocky precipice. Ferns and wildflowers peek out from crevices, adding splashes of vibrant color to the otherwise muted palette of greens and browns.
As sunlight filters through the dense canopy above, shafts of golden light dance across the cliff face, casting dappled shadows that shift and sway with the gentle breeze. The air is alive with the symphony of the forest, the chirping of birds and the rustle of leaves blending into a harmonious melody.
Perched on the edge of the cliff, one can glimpse the vast expanse of the forest stretching out before them, an endless sea of green that stretches to the horizon. It’s a place of quiet beauty, a sanctuary where nature reigns supreme and the passage of time seems to stand still.
But surprisenly, that wasn’t what caught Vivian’s attention. What caught her attention is a young man who is surrounded by a four burly masked men standing right in front of her.
Standing tall and commanding attention, this young man exudes an aura of confidence that seems to envelop him like a cloak. His sculpted features are framed by a mane of dark, tousled hair that catches the sunlight, casting highlights and shadows across his chiseled jawline. His eyes, sharp and penetrating, seem to hold a world of secrets behind their depths, gleaming with intelligence and curiosity.
Dressed in impeccably tailored suits that hug his athletic frame, he moves with the grace of a panther, each step deliberate and purposeful. The fabric of his clothing whispers against his skin, hinting at the luxurious materials that adorn his form. Accessories of understated elegance – a designer watch, a pair of polished leather shoes – complete the ensemble, adding a touch of refinement to his already impeccable appearance.
Despite his youth, there’s a maturity to him, a sense of wisdom that belies his age. It’s evident in the way he carries himself, with a quiet assurance that speaks of a lifetime of experience. Yet, there’s also a playful spark in his eyes, a hint of mischief that suggests he’s not afraid to bend the rules when it suits him.
In a crowd, he stands out like a beacon, drawing admiring glances and envious whispers wherever he goes. He’s the epitome of wealth and privilege, a figure of fascination and desire in a world where status is everything. And as he moves through life with effortless grace, it’s clear that he’s destined for greatness, a shining star in the constellation of the nouveau riche elite.
When Vivian saw this man, her expression drastically changed as she screamed within her.
’What in the World!!!?’