Chapter 10

"So what'd you think?" Chipz asked earnestly at Marc Edwin right before entering the large abandoned hardware where they were told to have the meeting. They stopped outside the closed gate and decided to talk first before buzzing in.

Marc just shrugged, "I don't know. You're the one who knows about this guy, but since I'm doing nothing, anyway, I decided to join you in this although I couldn't help thinking that doing this kind of thing is pretty normal for me, or us already. It's like blunted now."

"Yeah, I know man, but I'm getting the feeling that this will be different. Really different," the big guy replied with a mischievous grin.

Marc furrowed his brows and said, "Now what are you hiding from me, man? You've been like that ever since you fetched me. Care to share?" Marc asked.

"Uh-uh. You'll see man," Chipz said then pressed the buzzer.

The metal door's small window opened and a voice said, "He's expecting you. But before I let you in, he still wants to be sure though."

Chipz stepped forward and put his chubby hand inside the small window.

He seems to know exactly what to do, Marc thought.

"Go in," the voice inside the door said.

The metal door on the left side opened and then Marc asked Chipz before entering, "What was that that you just did?"

Chipz shrugged and said, "Before going here, I was told through the phone that they have to be sure that I am really the one who's coming. They got my fingerprint when I put my hand inside as told over the phone. They checked it right away. Fast, eh?" he asked, loving the surprised look of his friend. "I told you this is different."

"Yeah, yeah," Marc muttered under his breath but couldn't help agreeing to his chum's words. This really feels different.

The man, hidden behind the door before letting them in, led them inside. Marc was surprised that the abandoned hardware looked like an inside of a house. Woah! No one would expect this to look… to look like this. There was a living room, complete with a combination of green and blue living room set, then a dining room and kitchen plus a few other rooms. No one would feel like they're inside an abandoned hardware!

"Impressed?" he heard Chipz ask, but he decided not to reply. They were led into a room guarded by two armed men.

"This is probably the room for the boss", Marc thought. The man talked to one of the guards then they were led inside. Boss' office type… Marc thought.

The room has navy blue wallpaper. At the right side, there was an office desk, a set of 3 seats near the desk with a small television in front and two seats opposite the desk. At the left side were a large air conditioner, water dispenser and refreshment table. The boss could live here without going outside, Marc thought again.

Behind the desk sat a tall man with black hair. They were led near to him and the man who let them in motioned them to sit. They sat then the "boss" looked at them and Marc was suddenly surprised. "This man is…"

"You're father," the "boss" said in a calm voice while looking at Marc. "How are you, Marc?"

"Dad?! What are you doing here? You're the boss here? This place is yours? How?" Marc questioned then paused, "You're the one who… who let me out… aren't you?"

"Yes, and Chipz here as well," Mr. Edwin said smoothly, turning back to the papers he was arranging.

Chipz smiled at Marc and said, "I told you this is different."

"And you didn't tell me right away. You knew about this way ahead of me, right?" Marc asked, annoyed.

"Not really. I was freed the next day after you were released and wasn't informed that much. I already had a job done for them, just today, though."

Marc just remained quiet, thinking. After a few minutes…

"Okay. Let's start discussing things here," Mr. Edwin finally put the papers down and looked straightly at Chipz and his son. "We're going to do a revenge."