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 Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2019 8:38 am
The thrilling arc of one famous reporter, Eva Allen, missing for the last week comes to a shocking end?
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2019 9:05 am
Jon sits in his apartment, elbows to knees on his couch. The footage is slow to load and he grows impatient being this is one solid lead to finding Eva. It's nearing close to a week since her abduction. The footage shows picture finally. However, what is played causes him to shatter his remote in his hands. Why? Because it turns out that the security footage is set on a loop. He stands, frustrated and paces around deep in thought. "Dammit," he whispers underneath his breath trying to contain his feelings. There was nothing to go off of which meant he was at an dead end. Jon turns back to his television about to turn it off but stops himself. Fortunately someone up there felt bad and was throwing him what seemed to be the bone he needed. He zipped into the kitchen and returned with both a pen and notepad. Whoever he was dealing with had been smart and without any mistakes up until now. He read off the license plate of the vehicle in view and wasted no time to suit up and head out.
An officer on the force who as they put it, 'owed' him a favor, helped Mr. Invincible in getting him the information he was looking for. Vehicle used to kidnap Eva was apparently owned by an ex-con, Ivan Rivera. His rap sheet lined up too. It was a pretty open and shut case from Jon's eyes. Kidnap the Herald's famous reporter and call in a ransom. Once they met his demands whoever he was working with and him would have a sweet payday on their hands. Too bad for him though, Mr. Invincible was onto him and headed his way. It's safe to assume that 'Tori' had told her partner all about her run in with someone interested in finding Eva. He asks his Police contact for the last known address for their friend and flies on over there.
Face to face with the rundown house, Mr. Invincible plows through the door...
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Posted: Wed Aug 28, 2019 8:42 pm
At that point in time, Rivera was at his kitchen having eaten part of his tuna sandwich. “What in the ********> he asked aloud, chewing his sandwich quickly and pulling one of the drawers to retrieve his handgun. Last he checked, he’d been thorough; he wasn’t expecting police, so there was no need to play innocent. If some wannabe hero wanted to take him out, he wouldn’t hesitate to pull the trigger. While he wasn’t exactly living it large, his recent job would see things change, and yet here came trouble and he didn’t even bother to knock. In fact, today was the payday, but it seemed someone else had other plans for him. The task was simple: get the woman, take her to the site, then lay low. He’d gotten a small sum upfront, the rest would come in a week once things were secured.
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