Journey To The North.

Grandpa's home was a sprawling estate nestled on the outskirts of the city, surrounded by lush greenery and tall, ancient trees that provided a sense of seclusion and tranquility. The house itself was a blend of traditional and modern architecture, with a wide veranda wrapped around the front, supported by sturdy wooden columns. The compound was well-maintained, with a manicured lawn, a small garden filled with vibrant flowers, and a shaded seating area where Grandpa often spent his afternoons.

Under the shade of a large mango tree, Dad, Grandpa, and Digzy sat around a wooden table, sipping on cups of tea. The atmosphere was calm, but there was an underlying tension in the air as they waited for the arrival of the reinforcements Digzy had promised.

Dad glanced at his watch, his expression growing impatient. "I guess they should be here by now," he said, his tone tinged with frustration. "Whoever they are."

Digzy leaned back in his chair, his demeanor calm and unbothered. "Relax," he said, his voice steady. "They'll be here. Trust me."

Before Dad could respond, the sound of heavy engines rumbled in the distance, growing louder as they approached. The three men turned their attention to the gate, their expressions shifting from curiosity to shock as three large army trucks rolled into the compound. The trucks were massive, their green camouflage paint gleaming under the sunlight, and they were filled with soldiers dressed in full combat gear.

Dad's eyes widened, and he turned to Digzy, his voice filled with disbelief. "Are those rebels? Or… I don't understand. What's going on?"

Grandpa, equally stunned, leaned forward in his chair, his sharp eyes fixed on the scene unfolding before them. "Daniel, what is this?"

Digzy chuckled, his tone amused as he stood up. "It's like you've forgotten who I am," he said, a smirk playing on his lips. He walked toward one of the soldiers who had just jumped out of the truck, his stride confident and unhurried.

Dad and Grandpa exchanged a glance, their confusion evident. They watched as Digzy spoke to the soldier; his gestures were animated, but his tone was too low for them to hear. After a few minutes, Digzy returned to the table, his expression calm but satisfied.

"Those are government soldiers," he said, his tone matter-of-fact.

Dad's jaw dropped, and Grandpa's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Government soldiers?" Grandpa repeated, his voice filled with disbelief. "How on earth did you manage that?"

Digzy sat back down, his smirk widening. "I called in a favor. My friend arranged a meeting for me with the president. Since Thomas Pezi is a wanted criminal by the government, I was able to convince the president to aid us in the mission. They're here to help us take him down."

Dad's eyes widened, and he leaned forward, his tone incredulous. "You met with the president? And he agreed to send soldiers?"

Digzy nodded, his expression smug. "That's right. When you've got connections like mine, anything is possible."

Grandpa let out a low whistle, his tone filled with admiration. "You're something else, Daniel. I'll give you that."

Dad, still processing the information, shook his head in disbelief. "But… how do you plan to pay them? This kind of operation must cost a fortune."

Digzy laughed, his tone dismissive. "Pay them? They're carrying out state duties. It's the government's job to pay them, not mine."

Dad blinked, his surprise giving way to a slow smile. "You're unbelievable, Daniel. Absolutely unbelievable."

Grandpa chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "You're such an intelligent man, Daniel. I don't know how you do it, but you always find a way."

Digzy shrugged, his tone modest but confident. "It's all about knowing the right people and saying the right things. Besides, Thomas Pezi is a threat to everyone—not just us. The government has been after him for years. This is just as much their fight as it is ours."

Dad nodded, his expression thoughtful. "Still, it's impressive. I don't know how you managed to pull this off, but I'm glad you did."

Digzy's smirk returned, and he leaned back in his chair, his tone playful. "Well, someone's got to keep you two out of trouble."

Grandpa laughed, his voice warm and filled with affection. "And we're lucky to have you, Daniel. I don't know what we'd do without you."

As the soldiers began to unload their equipment and set up a temporary command post in the compound, Dad, Grandpa, and Digzy sat under the shade of the mango tree, their conversation shifting to the details of the mission. The tension that had been hanging over them earlier was gone, replaced by a sense of determination and hope.

With Digzy's connections and the government's support, they finally had a real chance to take down Thomas Pezi and put an end to his reign of terror. And as they sat there, planning their next move, they knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together.