Mr. Harris Andrew was just about to go to bed, when a thunderous knocking echoed throughout the mansion. Through the consistent drumming, he heard his security got to the gate. Mr. Harris reached over and pulled over his headset and microphone.
“Who is it Ted?”
“Sir, it’s him…………”
The color drained from his face, and he got a peculiar sensation of his legs going numb as a wave of foreboding washed over him.
But neverthelessly, he was up in a trice and after pulling on a shirt and coat, he beckoned his trusted bodyguard Mr Renolds to his side.
“Jasper Kyler’s here,” he murmured, as he stepped into the elevator, “Summon the others we might need them.”
“Ted, let them in,” He ordered over the headset as the lift descended to the ground floor.
There was a rumble of the gate lifting and a terrorising choir of pattering footsteps and a whole entourage of men barged into the mansion as Mr Harris’s 6 foot 2 inch frame appeared from a backlit doorway.
“Harris Andrew,” an elderly man with grey hair slicked back neatly, retorted, “how are you?”, he held his hand to handshake.
“If it weren’t for your presence here, I would have been fine,” was the curt reply.
“Play polite Harris”, he warned , You aren’t fine now?” He asked as he passed over a briefcase to a massive guard who accompanied him, at his side and sat down.
Mr. Harris didn’t reply but questioned, “What do you want Jasper?”
“You know what I want,” the man’s voice morphed serious and sounded threatening.
“I can’t do that Jasper,” Mr. Harris’s voice dropped.
“ I offered you almost a billion,” Jasper motioned a man at the back who armed him with a white briefcase. He opened the latch revealing a stack of neatly piled dollars, “but you disagreed.”
“I reiterate, I can’t do that!?”
“Well, let me offer you an alternative; a smaller one though: a strong malware, an army of war robot and-”, he beamed, “but that is a child’s fancy isn’t it? .
“Hold it Jasper, afraid that’s quite unethical,”
Jasper let out a mirthless laugh, which rang most unpleasantly around the living room, “What is unethical? Me giving you a another chance to agree to my proposal”
“I expected that,” Mrs. Harris replied.
“Don’t be a fool Harris , if you don’t want the world knowing you do such stuff, I mean exquisite coding feats for me, I won’t even get you to sign a contract , see I am a trustworthy fellow .You make me it , I pay you and promote your company a win win for both of us. Will you do it?”, the man was visible loosing patience.
“A NO is a NO!”
“I hate to think that I was the man who brought you up to this level funding your researches and investing in your buisness,” he said dejected , “I guess I was ignorant those days , but now Harris you really leave me with no choice ”, Jasper pulled out a pistol , “The easy way or the hard way?”
“Remember Jasper, in my house, my security forces have the upper hand,” Mr. Harris informed as snipers appeared all around the perimeter, held by Harris’s grim guards.
“You were always a ready man, but are you ready adequately for the unprecedented?”
Mr, Harrison was feeling uneasy now, “ What do you mean?”
“This is what I mean,” He turned over and yelled,“ I was always a kind soul , but you pushed me to the limits , but of couse my final intentions would benefit you so I gue
ss I have to do this , We need the real Calvary now.”
The rest occurred in what seemed to be the fraction of a minute.
A large, black lorry barged into the front yard, shattering the roller gate, and what looked like an Armada of of masked men with vests that had a badge which looked like a hyena skull leapt out.
In a trice, Reynolds’s squad was subdued, and Mr. Harris found himself cleared off the ground by a gigantic man who held him at machine gunpoint.
“This is Alexander’s bunch?” He chocked .
“Well, yes. You see, they longed to get vengeance and I gave them an opportunity. This would benefit us both like bio-symbiotic or something.”
“I’m fighting a combined force?”
“Yeah, I guess that overwhelms your immature mind. Now let’s move boys, and get the servants and everyone else as well.”
And that, was the last, London saw of Mr. Harris.