The Finnian-framing incident happened ten years ago. Now, in the year 2004, the bullies had risen to power, becoming influential figures in society with wealth, connections, and authority. Yet, despite their success, fear gripped them as they gathered in a small room, their faces tense. One of them had just received news about Javier's investigation.
"He's digging too deep," one of them said, his voice filled with fear. "If he submits that report, we're finished." The group was silent for a moment. They knew the evidence Javier had gathered could expose their crime. Their years of freedom would come to an end if the truth came out.
"We can't let that happen," another bully said, slamming his hand on the table. "We need to stop him before he gets to the court." His tone was sharp, and the others nodded in agreement.
One of them suggested hiring someone to take care of Javier. The idea made everyone in the room uneasy at first, but they knew they didn't have any other choice. They were desperate to protect themselves.
"We'll hire assassins," the leader, Chase, of the group said firmly. "They'll make sure he never reaches the court." His voice was cold, and the group agreed. The plan was set in motion.
The bullies used their connections to find skilled assassins. They contacted a shadowy figure who was known for handling dangerous jobs, part of a mysterious and covert organization called Mearmoves. The figure promised to assemble a team for the task.
Days later, the assassins met in a dimly lit warehouse. There were three of them—two men and one woman—each dressed in dark clothing. They listened as the shadowy figure explained the mission. "Your target is a lawyer," the figure said, showing them a picture of Javier. "He has a report that could ruin some very powerful people. Your job is to stop him before he submits it."
The assassins studied the picture carefully. They asked about Javier routine and where he might be heading. The figure gave them all the details they needed, ensuring there would be no mistakes. "We'll take care of it," one of them said confidently. They loaded their weapons and prepared their tools. Their faces showed no emotion—they were focused and ready for the job.
Meanwhile, Javier was unaware of the danger that was coming. He was busy making final edits to his report, ensuring everything was perfect. He didn't know the bullies were watching his every move.
The assassins began tracking Javier. They followed him from a distance, studying his habits and learning his schedule. They wanted to make sure they knew exactly when to strike.
One of them reported back to the shadowy figure. "He's heading to the court tomorrow," they said. "We'll intercept him on the way." The plan was falling into place, and the tension was rising.
That night, the assassins prepared for the mission. They checked their weapons and mapped out the route Javier would take. Every detail was carefully planned to ensure their success.
The bullies were anxious as they waited for news. They knew their freedom depended on the assassins completing the job. "This has to work," one of them muttered nervously.
As dawn approached, the assassins positioned themselves along the route to the court. They hid in alleyways and behind parked cars, blending into the shadows. Their eyes were sharp, scanning for their target.