Premeditated accident on the road.

"Arrgh!" Seth's cry of anguish broke out.

Jackson had broken his right arm and he was now holding onto his left hand. 

"I have to make sure you'll never use your hands again," Jackson told him and he nodded rapidly as the pain shook his entire body roughly.

John took the phone from him and turned to face Jackson. "Let go of him!" He ordered and the latter obeyed immediately.

Soon, they were driving back to John's house. His mind drifted to the assassin that had visited today. If Seth was the masked assassin and he worked for his brother, then who was the other assassin who stole his old briefcase and dumped it in Ashley's house?

It was obvious the briefcase contained an important clue that could lead him to finding who was after his life. Could it also be his stepbrother who had sent the assassin too? But how did he find out about the briefcase? Apart from himself, it was only Isaac, Mrs Nora and Jackson who knew about the briefcase, so how come?

He had to confirm with Isaac if anyone else knew about the old briefcase. He brought out his phone and dialled Isaac's number. The car was redirected to voice mail.

He dialled continuously and it was still the same thing. For some reason he couldn't place his finger on it, he felt like Isaac could be in trouble. A very serious one.

"Turn the car-----!" The words were barely out of his mouth when the car suddenly screeched to a halt.

He cast a quick glance at Jackson. "Why did you stop!?" He demanded.

"I'm sorry, boss. But there's a roadblock ahead." Jackson told him.

He squinted his eyes and he finally saw it. A huge truck was blocking the road. Was it his brother at work again?

"Turn the car around quick!" He ordered.

Jackson started the car engine and did a reverse, only to slam into another truck at the back. The impact of the crash had both Jackson and John hitting their heads on the dashboard.

John's head reeled from the pain and he tried to open the car's door, but it wouldn't bulge. Panic filled his heart. 

"Open the door!" He yelled at Jackson.

Jackson tried to open the door, but the door couldn't open. They tried all they could, pressing all the buttons on the car's panel but it wouldn't bulge.

Suddenly, the car engine started and the car revved up. It suddenly started moving at a very high speed. It was going to slam directly into the truck ahead.

 "I think an override has been applied!" Jackson told him, trying to control the car's steering. 

"You mean the car's system has been hacked into?" He asked.

Jackson nodded, still trying all he could to stop the car. "Boss, isn't there anything you can do? Like counter-hack it or something?"

John bit hard into his lips. He hadn't regained his memory, so how could he even do something like this? But, he couldn't just die like this.

He brought out his laptop and inputted the panel code of his car. He was logged into the control site and he could see the other device which was controlling the car. He had to somehow log the other device out, but he didn't know how to go about it.

"Dial Mr Davis' number!" He yelled as tension coursed through him.

"I can't reach him, Boss." 

"Shit!" John cursed.

They were now very close to the truck and in less than one minute, they would crash into the truck. Obviously, whoever planned this was trying to make it look like an accident.

He squeezed his eyes shut, struggling to remember how to counterhack the override. Thirty seconds passed and his heart was beating faster, as he subconsciously counted the remaining seconds.

Fifteen seconds now and nothing showed up in his brain. He frantically tapped all the icons, going for anything at least to stop the car's movement and bring it back to normal.

"Boss, I think we have to jump out now!" Jackson yelled.

Too late! John realized as he squeezed his eyes shut tightly and counted three, two, one ----

Suddenly, the car stopped moving just before it hit the truck. Both John and Jackson were hugging and puffing as they struggled to catch their breath.

A high-pitched noise sounded from the car's speaker, followed by a mocking laughter.

"So, you thought I was going to make you die a painless death?" The voice said amidst laughter.

"Motherfucker!" John yelled. "I'll fucking kill you!"

A loud derisive laughter sounded from the speaker again, then went silent. They heard a rapping sound on the window. And before they knew it, the car's door opened and they were being dragged out.

Five hefty men, wielding clubs stood menacingly in front of them. They looked like thugs of a secret association. John could tell that from their outfit. Whoever wanted him dead must be really bent on it. He realized. These men didn't look like ordinary thugs. They must have a very high rate of payment for their service.

He suddenly felt rage boil in his guts. He couldn't explain it but he suddenly felt a surge of energy in his body. He felt like he'd been a fighter all his life.

He charged at two thugs and knocked them down heavily. Their heads hit the asphalt hard and blood splashed on John's shoes. Their body convulsed on the ground, then they became still. 

John was surprised and scared at the same time. He was shocked by the strength he hadn't realized he possessed. Could it have something to do with his past?

The other three men were astonished by what he had done and they lunged at him, glaring hard at him. Jackson threw a powerful punch into the stomach of the first man. His fist slammed into his solar plexus which knocked out the man completely.

Together, they faced the two remaining thugs. John's hand flew out and gripped the handle of the club, one of the thugs was holding. His legs braced wide, with his other hand he wrenched the thug around and twisted sharply.

"Arrgh!" The thug cried in pain as he released his grip on the club.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he glimpsed Jackson tackling the other thug to the ground and pounding his fist on his face. 

Suddenly, he felt a hand on his throat as he was being knocked backwards. He quickly hooked his leg around the man's feet and brought him down hard on the ground. John hit his head with the club and blood spurted from the thug's head.

John stood breathing heavily as he tried to wipe the blood that had stained his clothes. Jackson came to meet him, staring at him I'm astonishment mixed with admiration.

"I didn't know you could do that, boss." He said and John smiled.

"Clean this place up!" He told him. "I'll get some new clothes from a store nearby. You can use the car."

He walked down the street and soon caught sight of a luxury store. It wouldn't be that bad to get expensive clothes for himself. He thought as he entered the store.

He walked straight to the sales girl he saw. "Hello." He greeted me but got no response.

Instead, the sales girl threw a dirty look at his clothes. John figured she might be thinking he was some sort of criminal or something because of the blood stains on his clothes.

"Sorry, I ran into an accident so I need a change of clothes. Where do I get one."

The sales girl pursed her lips and watched his face closely. "You can go over to that section." She cast him a doubtful glance.

"The clothes we sell here are topnotch, and not everybody can afford them." She warned.

John ignored her statement and walked to the section she pointed to. His eyes caught a black jacket and he immediately loved it.

As he brought down the jacket from the rail, someone snatched it from him. He whirled his head around to see the unfamiliar face of a man.

The man's face was powdered and his silky brown hair was gelled backwards, giving him an air of wealth. He raised his eyebrows and fixed John a condescending look.

"You can pick another dress." He gave John's clothes a quick glance. "It's obvious you can't afford this!"