Riddle

"dad, what happened?"

Sawyer and Christopher looked at each other intensely, hoping for an excuse,

"your dad was stressed out about the wrongdoings happening in the lab he's working he knew it and he feels helpless knowing he can't stop anything." said sawyer sipping his glass of champagne in utter simplicity, covering his dark smile.

"he's right, I just let myself slip. nothing to worry about. I'd like to leave Carla, we'll meet again soon." said Christopher getting up.

"alright dad, safe journey." Carla hugs him with sheer disappointment. Christopher looks at sawyer with anger and grips his hand on his daughter even tighter.

Christopher leaves his daughter inside the ball, waving her while Carla looks at him sadly, with unexpected turns of events and how the night was a waste.

Christopher looks at sawyer,

"you'll have the bomb in a locker with a riddle, if you can solve it that's yours."

"Sir, do not play games-"