The Royal Contract

"Thank you for showing me around." He told the doctor before closing the door on him, dismissing his services for the night.

Nobody should suspect who he was, why he was here, and his intentions. So far, he was happy with what his men had done so far. All he needed now was for Nick to comply with all his demands.

He would have taken Ms. Hamilton with him, but that would alarm Nick of his presence. Besides, it would ruin what he had planned for her and her father. Her time would come, and she would vow to him eventually. He just needed to be patient.

"Are you sure that everything around here is under your control?" He asked the man, sitting at his side.

He was the only man he trusted in this entire operation. Still, not absolutely. He still had doubts about him. As his father had told him before, he could only trust himself entirely. The rest would always protect their own interest before him.

"Yes, for now." The man answered with a tone he only used when he had some suspicions. "I think the doctor is losing his grip on his men." He finally spoke up about his concern.

He had heard some rumors about the complaints he was getting about the unusual behavior of the doctor lately. He had always been odd, eccentric at some point, but they always attributed it to his genius mind.

However, when his work was starting to affect his team. Then, that was a different issue that he had to address. He could not allow it to fester inside the organization and rot. It would destroy what they had built so far.

"Then, have Samson checked on him from time to time. Make sure that he will not create any problems. If the doctor so much makes a mistake, he knows what to do." He ordered as he watched the dark scenery in front of him.

He had lived in a place like this before. He had loved it, growing up with fresh air blowing on his face and with birds chirping just outside his window.

The ray of the sun would wake him up as it showered its bright light on the window of his room while the moon cast its gentle glow at night.

"I will." Then, he realized that he had not seen or heard from Samson since they had arrived.

He wondered where he was all this time. But he was confident that he must be just checking on things. He would eventually turn out and report to him.

For now, he was escorting his boss back to the private jet that would take them back home. He and his boss were unaware of the impending chaos that was about to happen in the place they had just left.

Meanwhile, back in the fortress, the other team led by Tim had already infiltrated one of the buildings. The barn, where the prince was held before he was transferred to the other building.

"Look at this." One of the men found the rope that bound their boss. He also saw traces of blood on the floor and on the wooden post.

He could only guess that it belonged to the prince when he was tortured. But there was no sign of a pool of blood, so there was hope that he was still alive somewhere in the other buildings.

"Ok. We already eliminated some of the men, but they still have outnumbered us. So, we need to be more careful." One of the team leaders told his men as they regrouped to discuss their next objective.

One man served as a lookout in one of the windows, moving to the upper floor. While the rest took their place, readying themselves to go out and scout the other buildings.

One of their objectives was to rescue their boss and his wife. Another one was to achieve their first objective without any casualty. They could not alert the other team of their presence to accomplish their mission without shedding their blood.

"Sir, I think I saw a movement in the other building." The man on the lookout warned them before they could even step outside the door.

He adjusted the scope of his gun to see clearly the shadows that were moving slowly on the side of the building. He saw a big man with a gun in his hand. But he could not see clearly the other who stood behind him.

"What do you see?" The team leader asked, waiting for a go signal to proceed to their next target.

They had noticed that the guards had dwindled down to a minimum of three to four that roamed the grounds. It would appear that they had relaxed on their security.

It turned out to go in their favor, making their jobs a lot easier than before. Instead of dealing with double that size, they only had to eliminate half of the guards.

"I am not sure yet. Just wait for a few seconds." The man asked their team leader, adjusting his lenses again, and found a better angle.

He could not be too sure of what was happening on the other side of the building. But he could not lead his teammates into an ambush, which was very likely in situations like this.

Somebody might have accidentally discovered the dead bodies they had taken down and alerted the others about their presence.. They could be walking into a trap right now.