"Expect the unexpected, in the lust of being superior rattles the very canvas you stand at and it conveys the message of justice, in the paradigm where we think we rule..."

He had been slapped.. The boom had hit directly on his visage.. This took his snobbish goddess in the depths of dismay...
"You have just entered the forbidden embarkments. You have no idea what you have stepped onto. Death is an easy ending, suffering will be your destiny...I am coming for you ..you bunch of baboons think you can just get away with this, no you cant, your miserable minds have not yet tasted the taste of being  paralyzed.." , Romero stood at the blast site in the middle of  burned cadavers.
"Sir we need to go, they had come up with plan may be they try to kill you", his main hitman said.
"No they had come up with a different purpose, if they had to kill me they would have done it already", his anger was visible. Time had halted for him.
"Find them... I will not say again.Romero grabbed his collar and ordered ...
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"Chris is on stay put for most of the night, find coordinates, dawn is around the corner cant be delayed any further", Martin was still driving..
"After the rumbling I did you have given me another freakin job boy." Italian guy was finding the coordinates..
He had his eyes glued to the documents when he muttered..

"What crap is written? I do not understand what mess this guy is trying to create ," Italian guy looked for coordinates .

"C'mon read the note at the end from Katherine, intelligent old man!!", Martin gazed him by showing a grimmish face..
"Here you go, I found them" Italian guy got excited "Read them to Chris.." The note says '32 degrees north east 70 meters deep under the edge of pinnacle, in the north sea, is your stuff, sweetheart!"
"That was easy , thats it?", Martin looked at the Italian guy as if he had said something out of ordinary .
"I had to read coordinates,not ur bio", Italian guy had a witty tone while replying...

Martin scoffed!

"Chris, are you there?", Martin spoke on the microphone maitaining a jiggled convseration with the Italian guy.
"Yes I hear you, did you guys manage", his anxious tone pulled out his entire concern..."Tell me Romero is after you like a mad dog", he continued in a desperate way.

"Yes we have him bite the dust, note the coordinates".. Martin replied in a jiffy.

Chris noted the coordinates as Martin repeated them twice so that there was no mistake. When done, he zipped his swim suite which he wore for the journey into the ocean.

In this whole scenario he had set up a raft and had put unconscious Alisa in it,wrapped her in the wrapping cloth for the fizzled raft to protect her from the blistering cold.

Chris had entered the coordinates told by Martin, in the device for which he had been waiting for hours.
"Woah,blahh,ummmm", Chris made silly voices during the period where machine calculated exact location.

He was standing in the raft just at the shore with midnight moon shinning bright at him.
Moments later beeps started and the screen showed a red point which blinked constantly. It was exact location which they had extracted from Romero, what they had to retain was  something out of the blues, something important and of value. Chris had to move fast he set the chroniker to 45 minutes and pressed the button on a remote control and at the same time started the rotor of the inflatable raft. The raft floated on the water while the truck burnt to meet its eternity which caught fire after Chris had pressed on the button.

It was a journey which could bring doom at him along with his friends but he had to surrender to his obligations and this time it was not only a heist it was life changer...