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Middleville city

The sun smiled on the small town, bungalow buildings beautified the town in a complex state it almost simulated an indigenous local estate. The small town was surrounded by an evergreen forest that seemed predominant across the city, it's also known to be an illegal border for migrants all the way from middleville to Arizona north. The asphalt road only led backward and forward into New York and Scotts town respectively.

From a semi-detached building painted with two different colours vertically green and orange with yellow stripes, at the end of doorstep were two decorative flowers and a brown leather doormat. A man in his early twenties walked out as the door smirked open, he had a black curl short hair and blue eyes, his chocolate skin glowed to the sun's ray on him. He smartened his black suit finalising his white tie round his neck before walking towards a black Mercedes Benz parked before his doorstep. The car wailed in alarm as he jerked the door open but it soon went off as he shut the door, slowly the car groaned to life and soon went off immediately his cellphone rang in his pocket. His facial feature frowned in adjustment and disturbance as he brought out the phone sighting the name on the screen. James Nolan, the errand boy for the New Dawn company. A very successful company that deals in the creating of news reports and newspapers for the country.

"Yeah James?" His icy voice echoed after answering the call.

"Oh Mr Pat, there has been a change of plan in the system and the director had to change yours too for the day." A tiny voice rang out.

Pat sighed frustratedly.

"What's it this time James?" He asked.

"You'll have to pick me up first because he said we are going to Huntsville together."

"Damn, that place is a fucking desert." Pat restorted acidly, his face frowned in disgust "there's no way my car is going down there!" He added remotely.

"Errr... Actually, that was what the directer instructed sir, perhaps you should give him a call." James suggested.

Pat groaned and rolled his eyes unamazed.

"Nevermind, I'll be there with you very soon." He ended the call and the car roared out, he ambled the gear lever and the car walked slowly forward before racing down the asphalt road like a jet ray.

He sat relieved, breathing unhurridly. His life has been a successful one even though his father ruined his family political life according to his research, he wheeled to the left and halted to the sloth movement of cars in the slow-moving traffic. Everyone knew his origin as the famous incruenta meaning bloodless and according to that he eventually learnt his father was a famous black Spanish man indulged in illegal activities known all over the continent ranging from trafficking of drugs, weapons, women and sorts. His mind skipped as he moved slowly to the traffic but non of these bothered his mind, he only stared at the horizon thinking he'd sight the errand ghost of New Dawn company but he was no where to be seen. The car halted again and he rested his back into the seat.

Pat Lee was an orphan, not virtually an orphan but at his early stage of understanding, he never grew up with his father nor his mother. Everything about his life wasn't just vividly known to the outside world but also made him famous, some even knew more about him than he could describe himself. His mother died from heart attack after his father was apprehended by the government personnel, Alpha Squadrons. Since then, he has been living under the government supports onto this very moment that he got a job with the greatest reporter company in the world, the New Dawn and on this, he became a millionaire.

"Hey!" A voice brought him back to reality, he turned his head to his right to see a brown hair teen probably above nineteen in white turned in shirt, black trouser and black boots.

He smiled "get in."

James hopped in thanks to the slow traffic, he relaxed breathing heavily like a sprinter.

Pat sighed "so what's with the desert land anyway?"

"Director Shawn agreed with the heads of establishement, they both decided we move another branch to Huntsville." James explained.

"Fuck!" Pat cursed under his breath.

The traffic was a peril one and judging by the longitude, it was going to take hell of a time to get to Huntsville and getting there isn't the issue but the city's swampy bay.

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Huntsville

A black Mercedes halted on the swampy oozing road, it looked like the town just experienced a heavy down pour. Trees danced at each sides of the road softly to the winds tune, but the car could not move any further. He knew this was obviously going to happen.

Huntville has been one of the low populated town in middleville because of it polluted area mostly occupied by swamps and muds capable of consuming a man from the surface of visibility. Pat knew this was going to happen, he knew they would have to trek into the town zone to visualise the land itself but he's not doing that, he won't.

He walked out of the car, his shoes smuddling mud like sand. He looked at the horizon with a mixture of disgust and enthusiast to the cool breeze and fresh river smell, he wanted the land so badly for the company but huntville is void of huge buildings to avoid destruction of properties and even lives. He walked forward with James tagged behind, they walked for seconds and slowly into minutes until Pat couldn't go any further. He turned at James with a worried face, he noticed a gloomy reaction on the latter's face but he was trying to subdue his suggestions.

"So what are we doing here again?" James asked coldly.

Pat looked at him not amazed but puzzled "to catch bugs dummy!" Pat insulted "these land is of no use to the New Dawn company, it's a swamp bay James." He turned at the vicinity "this land would cost us billions to fill." He added.

"Yeah, i noticed that." James responded discomfortedly.

They turned to return to the car but a soft tone caught their attentions, Pat listened attentively to the song's lyrics and was able to lodge out the song to be mannequin by the famous dead rapper Pop smoke, one of his best. It was coming from a log restaurant not far from the swampy bay, perhaps few feets.

He turned back at James "you drink?" He asked with a chilly gummy smile.

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"What can i offer you masters?" A bartender asked distorting the pleasant view of the restaurant before them.

The walls of the bar were rectangular and wide enough to host a heavy long night party. Although the floor was concrete but every other parts of the restaurant were wood partitioned, including the walls, chairs, tables and other service equipments. They sat on wooden stools arranged in two rows with a middle table set in a glass-like posture.