ELEMENTALS

FIVE

A/N:

^ these songs I put there since the last two chapters are the ones I listen to as I write

There are other songs too in my playlist but I put the one I like the most in every chapter and I will continue to do so from here on out

Why?

Duh because I want to lol

😊

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"The shipment is on its way, Mr Cronos,"

A man in a three-piece armani suit said on the phone. The person on the other line said something that made the man in fancy suit swallow his saliva, his adam's apple going up and down on his throat.

"Of course, Mr Cronos. Again, my apologies for the delay. I take full-"

The man never finished his sentence. Mr Cronos on the other line ended the call. He rubbed his temples with his thumb and forefinger before turning his attention to the men packing in the warehouse.

"Hurry up people! We have a deadline here!"

About a hundred muscular men, majority of which were armed with semi automatic rifles and only god knows what else, scrambled to finish their tasks. While a number of these men guard all points of entry and exit, most are packing and moving crates towards a container van.

"Sir, the first container has been sealed. Should we head out first or do we wait for the others?" One of the workers approached him.

"Start moving," the man in fancy suit curtly said. His jaw was set, projecting a strong and stern persona.

"Yes sir,"

The worker left to carry out his task of driving the first container truck. Escorted by four dark bullet proof SUVs, two in the front and a couple more behind, the huge eighteen wheeler eased its way out of the warehouse.

This is the largest shipment for that quarter of the year and the man in fancy suit took extra measures for the security. He doesn't want a repeat of the last two disastrous incidents just three months ago that almost cost his precious life and their operating budget has yet to recover from.

And with that, he is walking on thin ice with Mr Cronos so to speak.

"Mr Kruger, we have a situation..." One of the guards called his attention as soon as he dispatched the worker and the first batch of the shipment.

His jaw tightened as he sucked in deep breath. He tried to calm his boiling temper by smoothing his dark three piece suit but his attempt only made him look more anxious. His crystal ice blue irises met the dark eyes of one of the henchmen.

"Tell me nothing is on fire again. I have had enough fire incidents in my entire life,"

"No. It's someone from the office..."

The office meant The Oval Office.

He briskly went past his hireling to take a peek. And right there at the edge of the port where the massive cargo ship was docked, a dark sedan was parked. And he knows exactly to whom that sedan belongs to.

Kruger nodded to three men who understood immediately what he meant. One of which is the head of security who called instructions to other men while the other two went on separate ways to their positions with their sniper rifles. He then checked his own handgun before concealing it underneath his expensive suit.