Chapter 4

"Jacob, so the organization sent you to look for me, am I getting this right?" questioned White, his voice tinged with uncertainty as he scanned the dimly lit alley.

"I ain't the only one that the agent sent. The remaining of us that survived scattered to different states and locations. Any of us lucky enough to stumble upon you will have to report back to them to spare our families. They're holding them hostage," Jacob explained, his words dripping with frustration as he leaned against the graffiti-covered wall.

"Jacob, I'm sorry for everything my actions have put everyone through. But you need to understand why I had to run with the Gundam. The higher-ups in the organization were driven by power and hurt innocent people out of greed. Please, Jacob, try to understand," pleaded White, desperation evident in his voice as he stepped closer.

"I can't believe you felt nothing. You had a son while leaving us to suffer," Jacob retorted, his tone laced with a hint of threat as he clenched his fists.

"Jacob, please understand, I can't spill the beans, but trust me, don't rat me out to the organization. It's crucial for everyone's safety," White pleaded, his eyes imploring.

"Then make me get it, White. My family's on the line here, and time's ticking. If you can't clue me in, I've got no choice but to spill the beans to the organization," Jacob shouted, his voice laced with frustration and desperation.

White gazed at Jacob, seeing the turmoil in his eyes. He wrestled with the decision, knowing he couldn't spill the whole story, uncertain if he could trust Jacob with the junior origins. After a moment of silent contemplation, White made up his mind.

"Jacob, I wish I could tell you everything about my son, but it's complicated. Just trust me," White said, his voice heavy with sorrow as he hung his head low.

Jacob's expression twisted with extreme bloodlust and anger as he listened to White's words. With a thunderous roar, he slammed his hands onto the operating table, causing it to splinter in half.

"Fuck you, White. I'm calling the organization," Jacob spat, storming out of the operating room towards the parlor door leading outside.

"Wait, Jacob, please listen," White pleaded, hurrying after him and placing a hand on his shoulder.

Jacob flung White's hand away and forcefully swung the door open, its loud creak reverberating throughout the house. Before he left, he turned to White. "I'll give you a headstart to run away. In 10 minutes, I'm making the call. I am only giving you a 10 minute headstart because of the kid and because we were past colleague." he warned before striding off into the distance.

Hearing Jacob's urgent words, White dashed to his room, heart pounding, and swiftly began packing his belongings into a sleek briefcase. With trembling hands, he retrieved his phone from his pocket and dialed Charles, desperation evident in his voice.

Ring...

"Pick up, Kelvin, please, pick up," White pleaded, fear and anxiety palpable in his tone.

Ring...

"Where are you, Kelvin? Please, pick up the phone."

*Click*

"Hello, White. How are you doing, White?" Kelvin's voice came through the receiver.

"Kelvin, I have a situation here, it looks like my location has been compromised," White quickly interrupted.

"How, what, how did that happen?" White's tone was shocked.

"It's going to be a long story, but I'll keep it short to tell you about the situation," White explained briefly.

Kelvin listened as White recounted the events, including his son, Jacob, being in danger and everything that had just happened. Kelvin let out a big sigh filled with sadness.

"Are you done packing up you and junior stuffs? I have a guy over there. I'll send you his number and also give him your address. He'll come and pick you up in 8 minutes," Kelvin said, offering swift assistance.

"Thanks," White sighed with relief, the tension easing from his voice.

"Please don't die, White," Kelvin pleaded, his tone filled with sadness and concern, before ending the call abruptly.

As soon as White hung up, he dialed Junior's number, his fingers trembling with urgency.

Ring...

Junior picked up.

"Hello, Dad, what's up?" Junior's voice sounded casual, unaware of the urgency in White's tone, who was audibly out of breath, stirring Junior's worry.

"Dad, is everything okay?" Junior's concern grew.

"Yes, yes, everything's fine, Junior. I need you to come back; we're moving," White rushed out the words.

"Why, Dad? I kinda liked this place," Junior hesitated.

"We don't have time for this today," White's voice raised with a mix of seriousness and frustration.

"I'm sorry, Dad. I'm heading back home right now," Junior promised, abruptly ending the call.

"Is Dad okay?" Junior turned, already in motion, sprinting back home, his worry palpable in the air.

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Jacob stood not too far from the imposing White House, its grandeur looming in the background.

"Do you really think I'll give you 10 minutes?" Jacob's voice cut through the tense air.

With swift determination, he inserted his hand into his mouth, retrieving a small transmitter implanted by the organization. A press of the button confirmed White's location.

Eight anxious minutes later, three members of the Phantom Troops, the new assassination team, emerged from the shadows, their camouflage unraveling.

"We got your signal. Where's White?" Troop 1 demanded.

Jacob pointed toward the distant building. "He's in there."

"Good work," praised Troop 2.

Relief flooded Jacob's expression. "Can you let my family go now? I had nothing to do with White."

Troop 3 approached with sinister intent, blades gleaming from his hands. With a swift motion, he stabbed Jacob in the stomach, crimson staining the ground.

"Why?" Jacob's voice trembled with shock and pain.

"No reason," Troop 3 replied, a twisted smile etched on his face. "Just making it easier for you to join your family."

Confusion clouded Jacob's face. "What do you mean?"

Troop 1 laughed callously. "Your family's already dead, slowpoke."

Before Jacob could comprehend the betrayal, Troop 2 silenced him with a fatal blow, severing his head.

"Let's complete the mission," Troop 1 declared, their callousness chilling the air.