Saving Diana

As Jefferson and Larry entered they ordered for their usual and the club's patrons, nodded in respect as he caught their eye. Jefferson revealed in the attention, his mind drifting away from the unsettling news of Diana's hospitalization.

He struck up a conversation with a fellow member, discussing everything from business deals to sports, expertly avoiding any mention of his daughter's condition. The hours slipped by, and Jefferson's smile grew wider, his laughter louder, as he succumbed to the club's intoxicating atmosphere.

For a few fleeting hours, he has forgotten about Diana, forgot about the hospital, and forgot about the gnawing sense of guilt that had been growing in the pit of his stomach. But as the night wore on, and the club began to empty, reality slowly crept back in, like a thief in the night, stealing away his tranquility.

But instead Larry got his attention with the new business deals, he pop out a smoke that filled the room, surrounded by the trappings of their success. They sipped their scotch, their eyes fixed on Stone, their loyal messenger, as they outlined their plans.

"Stone, we need you to retrieve a patient again from New York Hospital tonight, and make sure you test the new product on the person before you dump the as usual," Jefferson said, his voice low and even.

Stone nodded, his expression unreadable. "Okay sir." 

Jefferson handed a pack of 100 dollars and a Small Cocaine bos with a string attached with it Syringe to him after which he ordered him to go with his boys ontime in order to know the effectiveness of the New products they've just bought from Mississippi.

Stone and his two Tall Gangs walked away from the Club and proceed to their BMW Car outside the premises of the Club. As he enters into the car he reaches for his short Gun which he reset and cock it twice into the Air without releasing any bullet, the second guy did the same thing while the third one drove off as soon as possible.

"Larry was so angry when he saw Mark's calling him, he had hired a killer secretly without the consent of his friend Jefferson."

Larry's eyes lit up with anger as he answered the phone. "Mark! What's the latest on Diana?"

Mark's voice was firm and commanding on the other end of the line. "I'm at the hospital now. She's in a coma, and the doctors are still trying to figure out what's going on. But I need you to take over at the Tower."

Larry's grin grew wider. "Ah, perfect timing. I've been waiting for this opportunity. Consider it done, Mark. I'll make sure everything runs smoothly while you're...indisposed."

Mark's tone turned stern. "Larry, I mean it. Take care of things, but don't get too comfortable. I'll be back, and I expect everything to be in order."

Larry chuckled. "Of course, Mark. I'll keep the seat warm for you. But don't worry, I'll make sure the Tower runs like clockwork. And who knows? Maybe I'll even make some...improvements."

Mark's voice turned icy. "Larry, don't even think about it. Just keep things running as they are. I'll be back soon."

Larry's grin faltered for a moment before he regained his composure. "Yes, of course, Mark. I'll be a model citizen. See you soon."

As the call ended, Larry's anger returned, wider and more sinister than before. He rubbed his hands together in anticipation, already planning the changes he would make at the Tower. Mark's absence was the opportunity he had been waiting for, and he was ready to seize it with both hands.

Larry Johnson's smile lingered as he turned to face Jefferson, who was sitting across from him in the dimly lit room.

"Who was that?" Jefferson asked, his voice low and even.

Larry's grin grew wider. "Mark Thomas. He's at the hospital with your daughter Diana, and he's handed over the reins to me."

Jefferson's eyes narrowed. "Yeah! One of his employee has called me this morning to inform me but I was busy to attend to that and you know I must stay away from him as agreed, so What did he say exactly?"

Larry leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers together. "He told me to take over at the Tower, keep things running smoothly while he's...distracted."

Jefferson's expression turned thoughtful. "And what do you plan to do, Larry?"

Larry's eyes glinted with ambition. "Oh, I think it's time we made some changes, Jefferson. Mark's been holding us back for too long. It's time for a new vision, a new direction."

Jefferson's gaze turned piercing. "And what about Mark? He's not going to let go of power easily."

Larry's smile turned cold. "Leave Mark to me, Jefferson. I have a plan."

Larry Johnson stood up from his chair, a sense of urgency in his movements. He glanced around the room, ensuring he was alone, before making his way to a secure phone hidden behind a bookshelf. He lifted the receiver, and a low, gravelly voice spoke on the other end.

"Report," Larry said, his voice firm.

"The target is still alive," the voice replied. "He was supposed to be eliminated hours ago, but he somehow managed to escape."

Larry's face twisted in anger. "Unacceptable. What happened?"

"The team was ambushed by the target's security gangs. They were forced to retreat."

Larry's grip on the receiver tightened. "Get them back out there. I want Mark Thomas dead, no matter the cost."

The voice on the other end hesitated. "Sir, we've received reports that Mark Thomas is currently at the hospital, surrounded by security. It won't be an easy hit."

Larry's eyes narrowed. "I don't pay you for easy hits. I pay you for results. Get it done."

As he ended the call, Larry's mind raced with the implications. Mark's unexpected call had thrown a wrench into his plans, but he would not be deterred. He would see this through to the end, no matter what it took.

With a calculating gaze, Larry returned to his chair, his mind already spinning with contingency plans and backup strategies. The game was far from over, and Larry Johnson would stop at nothing to emerge victorious.

Stone and his gang snuck into the hospital, their eyes scanning the dimly lit corridors for the perfect target. They had been instructed to test the new product on a patient, and they had chosen the New York city Hospital, which is the hospital they have been using for their evil act, after testing it on a patient they will leave as far as they could leaving the patient to die. They had chosen New York city Hospital because of it lack of security.

As they turned a corner, they stumbled upon Diana's room. Stone's eyes lit up with excitement as he pushed open the door, his gang following close behind.

But what they didn't know was that Mark Thomas was sitting vigilantly beside Diana's bed, his eyes fixed on her pale face.

As Stone approached Diana's bed, Mark's instincts kicked in. He saw the sinister intent in Stone's eyes and knew he had to act fast.

With a fierce determination, Mark launched himself at Stone and his gang, taking them down one by one. The sound of punches and crashes echoed through the hospital corridor as Mark fought to protect Diana.

Despite being outnumbered, Mark's training and adrenaline gave him the edge he needed. He fought with a ferocity that sent Stone's gang running for their lives.

As the last gang member fled, Mark stood panting, his eyes scanning the room to ensure they were gone. He turned back to Diana, his heart still racing with fear.

"Diana, I'm so sorry," he whispered, taking her hand in his. "I won't let anyone hurt you again."

Then Charles whom as went out to get Coffee for the both of them came in to see the ward scattered and one of them mistakenly hit his hand while escaping from the ward and the two cup of coffee fell to the floor.

But Diana remained still, her face peaceful in her coma. Mark's eyes filled with tears as he realized she was still trapped in her own world, unaware of the danger that had just passed. Then Diana's finger moved a bit, at first Mark thought he was the one doing until her fingers moved again and Mark face was filled with a good smile.