Getting A System In A Modern World

89  Drama Unfolds(II)

After he hung up the call with Silas, Lucas transfered to Silas the $3 million, he requested as compensation.

Lucas wanted to start playing with Silas, throwing from between his two paws but he decided to wait and see just how the babbling rat intend to ruin him.

He decided to forget about Silas as he directed his focus to his son that laid on the hospital bed, continuously muttering Silas' name.

Lucas couldn't help but shake his hand in disappointment at his son's weak mental strength. He couldn't help but feel very disappointed, as he expected a lot more from Daniel but it seems he was expecting too much.

Though, he felt disappointment, he still had to look for a situation to Daniel's current mental breakdown.

"Doctor, will be be alright?" He decided to ask a professional.

"Physically, he only has a couple broken bones which will recover quickly if he gets enough rest and doesn't stress his body, but mentally...," The doctor said and paused, before continuing.

"He seems to be very traumatized by the incident as shown by his current state. The only thing we can do about it, is to take him to a therapist and hopefully, he will overcome it."

Lucas couldn't help but sigh when he heard this. He didn't know what happened between Daniel and Silas to leave him in this state, and he didn't care as he wanted nothing more than to get payback.

He thought of sending another group of boys but decided against it when he remembered the current state of the first group he sent.

Daniel decided to settle things at the hospital and go to his office as he still has a lot of work he has to get done.

"I will be going to the office. Call me if something comes up," Lucas said to Layla before he left the hospital and made hia way to the office.

Lucas was just about to walk out of the hospital when he got a call from someone.

He took out his phone and checked the caller ID.

"Rodney? Why is he calling me?"

Lucas was surprised when he saw the caller ID, as it was a number that never called him. He had always been the one to call whenever he needed something, as the caller was someone with a lot of authority and influence in the state of California.

After thinking of what the reason of the call could possibly be, Lucas decided to pick it when he couldn't come to a reasonable conclusion.

"Hello, Mr. Rodney. It's a pleasure getting a call from you—" Lucas was initially intending to start flattering and bootlicking the caller when he was cut short by the man's angry voice.

"Cut the crap, Lucas. What did you do this time? Who did you fucking offend? Actually, I don't need answers from you. I'm just calling to tell you that you're fucked! One more thing, please do yourself a favor and don't drag me down with you," Rodney said and hung up.

Lucas wanted to ask the reason for his anger, but unfortunately, he didn't get the chance to.

Lucas was very confused at this point. He didn't know what was going on and there was no way for him to get information on what's going on, but his sharply-honed instincts told him that something was wrong.

Lucas was still deep in his thoughts when he heard the blaring siren of a police car getting close to him.

The sound and number of cars multiplied by two, then three, until more than ten police cars were approaching the hospital.

Seeing this, his instincts screamed at him to run and he felt a very strong sense of foreboding, and uneasiness that made him very uncomfortable.

Lucas felt it to be very ridiculous. Why would he be feeling such way when he's in his Oakland City which is like his backyard, but he knew he couldn't ignore his instincts.

His instincts has been one of his greatest assets and it has kept him well grounded in life. Also, even if he wanted to ignore it, he knew he can't ignore the warning call from Mr Rodney.

Immediately, he made a swift decision and took the back exit of the hospital, instead of the front entrance he initially wanted go take.

After he got out of the hospital, he discreetly walked towards the road, making sure that no one saw him.

After he made sure that no one saw him, he hailed a taxi and quickly got in, and hurriedly gave its driver the address.

The driver seeing that his client looked anxious and was in a hurry, immediately stepped on the gas.

Lucas felt that the whole situation was very ridiculous and laughable. He, the one who has used his influence to rule Oakland City in secret for years is now on the run.

If that isn't laughable, then what is?

Lucas felt that he could finally breathe a sigh of relief after he had gone far from the hospital vicinity but he was terribly wrong. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

He was about to lay back on the seat and relaxed when he heard the blaring siren of police cars coming from the back.

Of course, there's no way in hell that Silas would let him escape. Immediately, after everything was set, Silas had LUNAR to secretly input a software that acts as a homing beacon.

So as he was running, his location was being broadcasted live and directly to the police officer.

"Shit! How were they able to trace me?," The oblivious Lucas asked with pure confusion written on his face.

He was about to tell the driver to step on the gas when he saw more than a dozen police cars pulling up in front of the taxi.

Lucas was beyond scared at this point. He knew that things weren't as simple as he thought it to be.

His thoughts couldn't help but went back to his conversation with Silas, and he laughed as he felt it to be even more ridiculous.

'I'm not that old yet and I'm already going senile,' He thought with a laugh.

Lucas immediately made a decision and jump to the front seat and took over the steering from the driver.

"Hey, what the fuck are you trying to do, man?! This is my first car," The surprised driver asked when he saw Lucas' action.

"Just shut the fuck up and get out of the seat. I don't care if it's your first car or last," Lucas shouted as he forcefully collected the steering from the driver, and pushed him out of the car, and tumbling onto the asphalt road.

With a smile and a face filled with determination, Lucas held the steering tightly and looked intently at police cars in front of him.

"Look at them behaving like the park of dogs they are. They will come running when there's benefit but forsake you when you need them the most."

Lucas was about to step on the gas when he heard someone broadcasting with a loud speaker.

Lucas was about to step on the gas when he heard someone broadcasting with a loudspeaker.

"Lucas Anderson, turn off your engine and throw the keys out of the window. Slowly open the door from the outside and step out of the vehicle with your hands up, where we can see them."

Lucas smiled when he heard this.

"Like hell I would."

With a swift and determination move, he stepped on the gas hard.

Unfortunately for him, what he wanted to happen, didn't as the tire deflated the next second, after being shot by one of the police officers.

Lucas wanted to open the door and escape but a police officer walked up to the car, with a gun pointed at him.

"Get out of the fucking car, you bastard. There's no fucking way we're going down with you," The police officer said when he got to the driver's door, and opened it.

Lucas knew that things had finally come to an end. He really got played by a little kid.

He didn't know if he should attribute his fall to his arrogance or his pride.

With a wry smile, he put his hands above his head and stepped out of the car.

The police officer beside him, immediately brought out a cuff and cuffed him, before hitting him across the face and forcing him to fall face down to the ground.

"Lucas Anderson, you're under arrest. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney.

If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you but I doubt if you really won't be able to afford one," The police officer forcefully pulled him from the ground, and dragged him towards one of the police cars.

As they got close to the police cars, Lucas saw  a mixture fear, anger, hate and disgust on the faces of the police officers. The previous faces that had a worshipping gaze was no more.

Lucas knew that his fate has been sealed and he has really fallen from grace.

'Mr. Rodney was right. I'm really fucked!' He thought as a wry smile appeared on his face.

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