Identity

"Well, well, well," the team captain remarked. "Isn't it the french fool."

"Tu es stupide," Det. Jacques said under his breath. Being from up top, Doxin could only tell that one of the guards was insulted from that.

"Whatever you said, you better take that back." "Tsk tsk," Jacques grumbled. They were obviously taking him somewhere, so Doxin crept down the ladder as the guards were going through the gold front door. Pass the entrance is a silent place filled with ashes and dark coal. They dumped him in there and Jacques landed with a grunt

*Thud*

"Have a nice day, bourgetti," one of them said. *Boom* The guard fell to notice blood running from his head. "Doxin?" Jacques questioned, rather confused than joyful. "Where did you find me?"

"Doesn't matter, we're going."

*Boff*

Doxin rolled and crashed onto the gray floor. The ceiling was dusty and black a the walls. He swung his leg and kicked the confederate. Getting back on his feet, Doxin ducked and elbowed his stomach.

The guard grunted and blocked a hit. He kicked but Doxin ducked and rolled over, with an explicit chop—he knocked him out.

"Well, when did you capture all these moves?" Det. Jacques asked with a blessed smile.

"Owen's mother."

"She's alive?!" Det. Jacques shouted with a voice crack. Doxin shushed him. "Alarm? We're dead."

They went from wall to wall, dodging every laser there was. "Okay, his way a little bit," he ordered, sliding to every wall. They eventually got out of the room, but then they saw someone that would break Owen's heart—Jenora.

Colonel Strong put down his phone and sighed heavily. "What is happening with the detectives, they've been gone for a week!" Suddenly, two policemen came in. "Someone wants to talk to you."

"Allow him in."

As the policemen backed away, a man with a van dyke beard and a black trilby hat walked in. "Arthur Secore Banner, it's very much pleasant to see you," he said with a relieved smile. "Yeah, Jacques sent a text to me, and they found his mother." The colonel began to look at him with a distrustful expression. "And how would this be possible?" "If you look at this picture, see Ms. Sheard?" he said showing the staff of Elara Hotel.

Then, he showed a cleaner picture of Mrs. Davis. "Yes, but what point—"

Colonel Strong's eyes began to widen. "This is absurd." "They are both blonde, attrating, and Mrs. Davis could probably not smile much because of the death of some of her kids." "But then what about the mission of killing her?"

"Miss Sheard was red-headed because she was red-headed when little—and blonde can't be dyed. So, she was obviously killed." "But who killed her?" he wondered. Arthur took a seat. "It's Mrs. Davis—she used to be a criminal in London in 1994. That's how SEOT was created anyway."

"Then she has to be arrested!" Colonel Strong said standing up with the bride. "That was their mission, to bring her to justice!" "Colonel, that's not our problem and why would they kidnap the Father? In 2006, she became a businesswoman.

"Being one of the most successful businesses, SEOT was going down. I don't know the rest of the story but we may find some answers in her building. So, may I make an errand to get a plane to California?"

"You have my permission."

Soon enough, a helicopter was set for them outside the station. Colonel Strong made sure to have at least five guards by him. Arthur got his suitcase and put it at the top of the plane. "Well, isn't this one of those rides—where did you get the money?"

"Jacques and I had the jacks for it, fortunately."

The plane rocked a little bit as the pilot moved ahead. "How did you even get such information on this?"

"Jacques told me about it and I spent months trying to figure out something from the commotion. I didn't get everything but just someone's identity." Colonel Strong nodded. "But, I didn't think she was a criminal long ago." "That's because she has learned responsibility, manners, and consequences."

"We'll be taking off," the pilot reformed through the dispatch. The colonel nodded to the information. "Perhaps, we can save the father soon."

Arthur sighed. "Saving the father isn't the only thing—it's removing SEOT. They are technically Vikings in the 21st century. They find, they conquer. That'll soon happen to us. Might as well, defeat the enemy while it's small."

"Then what are we going to California for?" Colonel Strong asked. "To find the history of SEOT."

After a few hours, they arrived in San Francisco, California. It was actually being rebuilt after the so-called wildfire happened. But, something was wrong—Mr. Scam's face was printed on the billboard but not because of being wanted. But, he was in charge of California, and they were soon sending troops to take Arizona.

"What the—what kind of commotion is this?" the colonel wondered with a worried sigh. Arthur shrugged, "I have no idea." The plane landed at an airport, with no planes. Masked guards were standing by the plane. Arthur was the first to be escorted out the plane. "So, do we have any cars that we can use?" the colonel asked as he was also being escorted.

"Yes, don't worry—we got ourselves a fancy roadster," Arthur said, adjusting his bowtie. Apparently, in the controlled state, you can't spawn your own cars. "Your roadster got towed back to NY because we don't allow renting in California," a guard said.

"What the f—"

"This way, please," he said pointing to a rusty pickup truck by the side of the plane they were just in. Arthur gagged. "May I have my money back then?" "I'm sorry but it helps increase the economy." Arthur looked at him with bold disgust.

"Hear your words. Helps increase the economy. Tu es stupide!"

The guard had no effect of emotion on the blaspheme. As they were driving in the streets in the old breakable pickup they saw in every corner a cruiser with people being thrown into it. "How come everyone is getting arrested?" Arthur wondered, with a sudden squint farther.

"ID sir, ID please. ID now!"

Arthur was quite startled at his command. "Sorry, I was just—uh...here you go," he said as he picked out his ID. The masked guard took his ID and then gave a real hard look behind that mask. "You're not perhaps related to Detective Jacques Banner—are you?"

Arthur silently gulped.

*Screech*

He pushed the pedal and the only truck went zooming away.

"Sir, we have 10-29 immediate," he said in his walkie-talkie as he gazed upon them. "Look what happened now!" Colonel Strong shouted.

"How was I supposed to know my brother was a criminal in their remorseless empire?!"

The pickup truck became followed by police cars. "10-39! Code 39!" Arthur extended the steering wheel causing the pickup truck to drift.

Cruisers seized the truck as they went around it. "Stop the car!" an officer ordered through the dispatch. "This is complete—"

*Crash*

The car flinched and slid and went off board to the rocks. *Crash*

The windows shattered and the car had a noticeable dent. *Boom* The engine boomed—lifting the car up. The pickup flipped on a rock, flying close above the ground. With many flips, the pickup rolled, crashed, shattering, and it reached the other road and collided with an 18 wheeled truck.

*Boom*

An orange haze blinded Colonel Strong's eyes. In a matter of time he found out his back felt completely melted. "Arthur?" he grunted, weakly getting himself up from his seat. He rolled out and saw many cars crashed and glass surrounding the floor. Cars after cars—broken and molded and dented with blood spraying on the sides of their door.

Ambulances wailed and rammed into the scene. "Colonel!" someone shouted. He saw a woman with black hair.

He brought his gun and faced it at her head. "It's me, Victor's wife." The colonel just felt the world running away from him and then he couldn't feel a thing. His eyes started dimming and his mouth began to close.

The house had red sofas and tan walls and very clean carpets. The glasses were mirrors and the two men were just sitting there, confused and vexed. Arthur got a cup of tea and Colonel Strong wiped the sweat off his face. "Is it just me—or does this place feel controlled?" the colonel asked Arthur suspiciously, based on the unfortunate events. Arthur laughed and then he started to sigh.

"I don't know, mon amie. Nothing is right in this hazed state."

Colonel Strong sighed, with a sip of hot herbal tea. Jini came in—with two bowls of soup. "Sorry for what happened back there."

Colonel Strong shifted his position and looked at Jini in the eye. "What happened here?" Mrs. Denbinarth sighed.

"In 1936, SEOT was made. It put London to rest and everyone saved. Throughout the years they became much more powerful. And in 2001, they found someone named Jenora Davis—who was very rich. Some of them wanted to take her money, but others backed away—including my husband.

"They started having civil war and the ones who were disagreeing with the plan were held prisoner. They went to kill the woman until one of them fell in love with her. As they were living life, a seemed-like wildfire happened."

"What do you mean seemed-like wildfire?" Arthur asked, scratching his beard. "They blew a bomb from far away which affected a part of San Francisco and then half of their family was killed," the woman responded.

"But, the mother is still alive."

"What—what do you mean?"

Arthur got out his pictures and showed the resemblance. "See the both—don't they look similar? Because they are the same thing."

"So, Miss Sheard is dead?"

"Yes and no. The actual Miss Sheard is dead, but Mrs. Davis was posing as her."

Jini became speechless. "She—she's still alive! We need to tell everyone very quickly!"

"The detectives are doing that—we have to focus on the history of SEOT."