If Only..(Part 1 And Part 2 Included)(Under Edit)

Chapter 26 - Sting Operation

"JACKSON! JACKSON!"

Jackson raised his head from the table, with swollen eyes, from a deep nap, sitting tired on the chair inside Mr. Alavarez' Cabin. He squeezed his eyes as he turned around to see the bright morning sun hitting right his face, through the glass window of the skyscraper.

Mr. Alvarez stood right by his chair, hands crossed across his chest, in his signature three piece suit, fresh enough in comparison to Jackson.

He spoke in a stern voice: This is not where you should sleep.

Jackson yawned as he spoke: I can't help, because someone decided to summon me even before the sun completed it's yawn, as it rose.

Mr. Alvarez: Funny. But, it is nine. Not really the kind of sky you are explaining.

Jackson rolled his eyes: Whatever.

Mr. Alvarez observed him, as walked up to his chair, and sat in it, leaving his full weight on the huge chair structure, he adjusted his cuff as he spoke: Rule 1, I am the king of this place. You are not. So, don't roll your eyes on me.

Jackson: Do you have any productive business to do, this early in the morning, rather than explaining me your Rule Book?

Mr. Alvarez: It is important, Jackson. Before, your actions push my buttons, and you don't get the privilege to walk out of this room, in one piece.

Jackson chuckled: Is that a threat?

Mr. Alvarez: Depends on, how you take it. Now, let's get to business, shall we?

"SIR!"

Jackson turns towards the door, to find Jacob standing at the door, slightly amused not expecting a new guest in the meeting. Jacob glared at Jackson, as Jackson held rather a calm expression.

Mr. Alvarez sensed the tension, and stood up: Thompson.

Jacob snapped: What is he doing here?

Mr. Alvarez: Easy there, Officer. Come in.

Jacob adjusted his jacket, as Jackson stood up from his chair, keeping his eyes fixed on Jacob, holding a relaxed face. Jacob entered the office, sharing constant stare with Jackson holding the rage in his eyes intact. As, he walked up and stood by the table, hands held back, Mr. Alvarez spoke up.

Mr. Alvarez: Where is Madeline?

Jacob looked up, at Mr. Alvarez, giving a questioning look: She....will be here any minute, now.

Just then, the door behind them opens.

Mr. Alvarez: Madeline, about time.

Jackson heard the name, and this time, he did not turn back. He kept standing where he was. As, Madeline walked closer, he gulped. She walked up and stood near Jacob. She looked up towards Jacob, as he turned around and gave her an assuring nod.

Mr. Alvarez: As all of you are here, it is time, we start. Before that, let me acknowledge you with the fact that, as Jackson is crucial for this mission, he will be present in our meetings, starting from today?

Jacob: But..

Mr. Alvarez interrupted: No questions asked.

Few Hours Later;

Jackson tapped the phone on the glass table with a relatively tougher sound, as he ran his hand through his hair, and supported both his palm on his head, bowing his head down. Just then, he saw a coffee cup, placed in front of him, from the corner of his eye. He looked up to see Madeline, standing in front of him, with her own coffee cup, in a black knee length skirt and a white shirt to complement her tone  head held straight, but keeping her eyes down on him.