Runaway Omega Chapter 217 - – 196 – A Welcomed Surprise

Jasper’s Point Of View

"Hey Jasper! Is the Boss up yet?" Rohlander asked, as he ran up to et on the stairs.

I was just coming down to the ground floor after my morning sweep, and I couldn’t help but notice the anxious panic in his eyes. His unusual countenance imdiately put on edge.

"No. He’s still in his room. Why? What’s going on?" I asked, preparing myself for the worst.

"Well... The thing is... There are 5 vans at the gate requesting entry. They say they’re here on Mafia King Sîvret’s orders... They’re ard to the teeth..." Rohlander said, as he tried to catch his breath.

I however, was stunned silent at his response. We weren’t expecting any reinforcents, and nobody had told us any different in the last few days, either.

On top of that...

"Normally this wouldn’t be a problem... But we can’t be sure who’s friend or foe when it cos to extra security... So we don’t know what to do... It’s not like any of us can contact Sîvret to confirm it, and who the hell could trust the outsiders to confirm it for us, y’know?" Rohlander said, pretty much mirroring my own apprehensions.

"Right. Well, keep them stalled for ti. Try to get as much information from them as you can. I’ll go and wake up the Boss..." I said, with a heavy sigh.

’I definitely don’t want to disturb the Boss... But hopefully, since this is an ergency of sorts... He won’t kill ? Probably?’

Rohlander nodded in agreent, and then headed back outside. I, on the other hand, made my way back upstairs to the third floor. I arrived at Ferdinand’s door in no ti at all, lost in my own stressful pondering. I took a deep breath, and raised my hand to knock on his door.

Before I could even get a single knock in, the door opened slowly to reveal an exhausted Sylvester. The unexpected Alpha, and the sudden opening of the door, made jump back in a startled panic.

"Hmm? Jasper? What do you need? Why so jumpy?" Sylvester asked, scratching his head.

"I... Uhm... Well, Sir. We need help with an unexpected predicant. There are n here requesting entry, and they are ard to the teeth. They say that they are here on Sîv–"

"No way. There’s no way we can confirm their authenticity. Send them packing." Sylvester grumbled, cutting off.

"Sir... They said that Mafia King Sîvret sent them..." I replied, nervously.

At that, Sylvester glanced up at with a start. The Mafia King had an aura that practically demanded attention, even in his half-dazed mien. Even though we were basically one big faction now, he was never to be taken lightly. Due to his threatening aura, I hadn’t taken a single step forward during our entire exchange.

"Wait... Sîvret sent us extra n?" Sylvester asked, slowly coming out of his stupor.

"That’s what they said, but we have no way to confirm the validity of their claims..." I replied.

"Hold on. Stay right there." He said, shutting the door once again.

I did as he said and planted my feet firmly to the ground. It was much too early in the morning to start pissing off a King.

’With any luck, he’ll contact Mafia King Sîvret for us, and get down to the bottom of this fiasco...’

I heard my walkie go off, and imdiately snatched it up from my waist.

"Yeah, this is Jasper. What’s going on?" I replied.

’Well, shit... Looks like we were worried over nothing...’

"Understood. Sylvester is confirming things now as we speak. Once I get the go ahead from him, then we can let them pass." I replied, placing the walkie back on my hip.

A beat later, Ferdinand’s door opened once again, and Sylvester stepped out fully dressed this ti.

"Apparently he did send us extra manpower. He emailed a list of nas and detailed descriptions of all the volunteers who should be here, and said that they should have an identical copy. He also said that they were ordered to drive here without stopping, so there would be no chance of interference..." Sylvester said, with a weary sigh.

"Yes. Rohlander has also reported that they had a list of nas and descriptions as well..." I nodded in agreent.

"Good. I’m going to check them all personally. Take to them, at once." Sylvester replied, his face turning icy cold in an instant.

"Yes, Sir." I replied, heading to the stairs without any hesitation.

"While I’m thankful for the extra help, I really wish this could be soone else’s problem right now... I’m tired as hell..." Sylvester grumbled, as we reached the front doors.

I was curious to know why he was handling this matter, instead of Ferdinand, but judging from the fact that Sylvester had co out of Ferdinand’s room I knew that asking any questions about Sylvester’s current fatigue would probably get killed.

I hopped on a four-wheeler along with Sylvester, and headed for the gate. With any luck, this whole ordeal would be over quickly.

"Who’s in charge of you lot? Step forward, now." Sylvester demanded, as he hopped off the back of our four-wheeler.

A large, intimidating man with hazel eyes, and long locs, stepped forward imdiately. I couldn’t help but swallow dryly at his imposing size.

’Jeez... What the hell is Sîvret feeding this guy?’

"My na is Donnahven. It’s nice to et you." The man said, his voice deep and just as intimidating as his size.

"I’m told you have a list for ?" Sylvester replied, not perturbed in the slightest.

"Yes, Sir. There are 50 of us in total. 20 Alpha n, 5 Alpha won, 20 Beta n, and 5 Beta won. Our nas and descriptions are all listed here for your convenience, as well." Donnahven said, handing over the docunts.

Sylvester nodded, and then began to read over the paperwork assiduously. I watched as Sylvester read each of their profiles one at a ti, and then ask the corresponding individuals distinctively personal questions to further prove their legitimacy.

When he was about halfway through his interrogation, I began to understand exactly why Sylvester had grumbled about having to carry out this task.

’Even though I know we need to be extrely vigilant right now, and that this is a necessary precaution... I really wish we could be done with this, and just let them all in now...’

Just as I was doing a headcount of the remaining individuals who still needed to be verified, I noticed a couple of n looking around nervously. Their shifty eyes, and edgy deanor made them alarmingly suspicious.

"Boys. Lock the gates, and surround the remaining people who have yet to be approved." Sylvester said, his voice dark and threatening.

Everyone moved as instructed imdiately. I took a defensive stance as well, and gripped the gun holstered on my hip.

"What is this about, Mafia King Sylvester?" Donnahven asked, looking around alard.

"Shut up." Sylvester replied sternly, as he made his way through the group of people.

No one dared to stand in his way, or ask anymore questions. The air was thick with tension, so thick that you couldn’t even hope to cut it with a knife.

Sylvester ca to a stop in front of the two suspicious looking n that I had noticed earlier, and smiled maliciously. The two n began to visibly tremble in blatant fear.

"I have a list of 50 nas to be accounted for... And yet, I count 52 mbers present in total. So, who sent you?" Sylvester asked, his threatening smile not faltering for a mont.

The two n were so stricken with fear, that they could do nothing more than open and close their mouths like a fish on dry land.

Sylvester held his hand out towards Solomon, and he responded by placing a gun in the palm of Sylvester’s hand.

"Let’s try this again, shall we? Keep in mind that I am extrely irritated and unbelievably tired, so I will not ask you a third ti. Who. The. Fuck. Sent. You?" Sylvester demanded, placing the gun under the chin of one of the n.

"Sir, please. I can explain! We... Uhm... We were just... Uh..." The man stamred in a panic.

"Wrong answer."

*BLAM!!*

The man fell lifelessly to the ground in an instant. Everyone imdiately tensed up in fear. I was no exception.

’Yeah.... Note to self: Never piss off the Bosses!’

"You?" Sylvester asked the remaining man, pressing the gun muzzle to his chest with a painfully audible, Thunk!

"We were sent by the Police Commissioner of StohneGarrdin. Sir, I was only following orders!" The man explained frantically, as he wiped the other man’s blood from his eyes.

"Hmm? You an the man who was replaced with a spy from the governnt?" Sylvester asked, with a murderous glare.

The man looked up at Sylvester in complete and utter shock and despair. It was clear that he hadn’t known that the spy’s infiltration was already known.

"Haha! You stupid, cowardly, insignificant, bitches!"

*BLAM!!*

I was certain that Sylvester’s sinister laugh would haunt that man into the afterlife. Because it was certainly going to haunt my damn dreams.

"Your first order of business is to clean this shit up. You will then take orders from Santiago or Rohlander from now on. Do not disappoint . I don’t give a fuck if you are among Sîvret’s faction or not. If you bring harm or misfortune to any of my family mbers, you will share the sa fate as these idiots before you. Do I make myself clear?" Sylvester said, hopping back onto the four-wheeler without a second glance.

"Sir, Yes, Sir!" Everyone replied in an instant.

Sylvester said nothing else and headed back towards the estate. anwhile, I tried to control my breathing and steady my pounding heart.

’Protecting them by any ans necessary, is absolute....’