A Man Called Saint
Chapter Fourteen: The Final Confrontation
The cabin was quiet, the kind of stillness that carries an undercurrent of tension. Saint, Emily, and Elias had settled into a rhythm of vigilance and preparation, knowing that every move they made was being watched. They had distributed copies of the evidence to their trusted allies, but the final, most dangerous step remained: confronting the key conspirators directly and ensuring they were brought to justice.
One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Saint received another anonymous message. This time, it was a short video. He watched in horror as the shaky footage showed David, the whistleblower, bound and gagged in what looked like an abandoned warehouse. A voice, distorted and menacing, spoke over the video: **“If you want to save him, come to the old foundry at midnight. Alone.”**
Saint’s heart sank. He had known the risks, but seeing David in such a state brought the gravity of their situation crashing down on him. He immediately shared the video with Emily and Elias, their faces mirroring his own fear and determination.
“We can’t let them hurt him,” Emily said, her voice shaking.
“We won’t,” Saint replied, his jaw set. “But we have to be smart about this. It’s a trap, and we need to be ready for anything.”
They quickly devised a plan. Saint would go to the foundry alone, as instructed, but Emily and Elias would follow at a distance, ready to...
The cabin was quiet, the kind of stillness that carries an undercurrent of tension. Saint, Emily, and Elias had settled into a rhythm of vigilance and preparation, knowing that every move they made was being watched. They had distributed copies of the evidence to their trusted allies, but the final, most dangerous step remained: confronting the key conspirators directly and ensuring they were brought to justice.
One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Saint received another anonymous message. This time, it was a short video. He watched in horror as the shaky footage showed David, the whistleblower, bound and gagged in what looked like an abandoned warehouse. A voice, distorted and menacing, spoke over the video: **“If you want to save him, come to the old foundry at midnight. Alone.”**
Saint’s heart sank. He had known the risks, but seeing David in such a state brought the gravity of their situation crashing down on him. He immediately shared the video with Emily and Elias, their faces mirroring his own fear and determination.
“We can’t let them hurt him,” Emily said, her voice shaking.
“We won’t,” Saint replied, his jaw set. “But we have to be smart about this. It’s a trap, and we need to be ready for anything.”
They quickly devised a plan. Saint would go to the foundry alone, as instructed, but Emily and Elias would follow at a distance, ready to...