The next three months with Eleven Bullets seemed to pass away in a flash. The team had started showing some real grit and determination. We won quite a few matches during this run but most importantly we lost none. It seemed as if Eleven Bullets were slowly becoming an unbeatable team in the league. Owing to the poor start of the season, we finished in the middle half of the table. However the most important fact was that we had avoided relegation and had started showing some real potential for the upcoming seasons.
However as wise men say, ‘All good things must come to an end’.
One morning arriving at the training ground, I found the players engaged in a big discussion. On further enquiry I received shocking news. Luke and Clay were being sold to Swindown Rangers for a petty transfer fee. It was said that these players desperately wanted to switch clubs since they were unhappy with the manager and overall team environment. I went to meet the chairman regarding this decision. I was clearly annoyed that he had not even asked for my suggestion regarding these transfers. However he pointed out that the players were really unhappy and so for the best interest of the club the decision had been taken.
I did not want to talk about it any further. I returned back to training ground and resumed normal training with my team. I just could not accept what had happened. My intuition was pointing out that clearly something was wrong. After returning home that evening I decided to pay a little visit to Luke and Clay. Every evening they went to the Blue Haven Pub along with their friends.
The Blue Haven was once of the best pubs of the city. Placed at the heart of the city, it was a meeting point of all the big guns. Actors, diplomats, journalists, and sportsperson you could name them all. It was the most happening place of the city.
I reached Blue Haven as early as I could. I had brought a cap and glasses so that the people around would not recognize me easily. Luke and Clay arrived sharp at quarter past eight. They were not accompanied by their normal friends whom I had met once in the training grounds. Rather there was a short bald man in a tuxedo along with three well built guys who seemed to be his bodyguards. They were having a hefty discussion. I could see both my players shaking their heads while the bald man just kept on bragging about something. Something was wrong, terribly wrong. Suddenly both Luke and Clay rushed towards the main door and ran out of the pub. The bald man shook his head and then asked two of the guys to follow them. As they ran out of the door, I put on my glasses and cap and moved out quickly.
I was shocked by the events which occurred outside Blue Haven. One of the three bodyguards was holding Clay as he tried to free himself while the other two knocked Luke down as he tried to escape. The guards thrashed both my players as people gathered round the Blue Haven. A good crowd had gathered to watch the fight though no one dared to help my boys. I just could not stand there as a mere spectator as my players got their brains beaten out. I rushed out of the mob and hurled myself at one of the guards thus knocking him down with a head butt. As I picked myself up, the second guard came rushing at me. Although he was a well built guy he was rather clumsy. I managed to escape his swinging fists and then returned him the favor with a brutal kick on his abdomen. He screamed in agony and fell down. The third guy left Luke alone and charged towards me with some cruel intentions. This guy was a lot more swift and powerful than me. He landed a knock on my face leading to a pool of blood and a numb nose. He had surely broken my nose. As I tried to gather myself I could watch my palm getting stained by the pool of blood dripping from my nose. The guy pulled out his belt and tangled it round my neck. He was trying to kill me. I could feel my lungs bursting out as he strangled me. I prayed hoping that someone would help me as I could slowly feel darkness filling my eyes.
Suddenly, I could breathe once again. The belt got loosened and its owner fell down with a groan. As I removed the belt and looked around I saw Luke standing with a broken stick on his hand. He had struck the guard on his head with the stick in a desperate attempt to save my life. Clay was lying behind him and looked to be in great pain. The next few moments turned my life entirely in a new direction. The bald man pulled out a gun from his tuxedo and aimed at Luke. I screamed out loud in order to warn Luke. As I desperately jumped forward to knock his gun down, the terrible sound of a gunshot shattered my ears. The gun had been fired from point blank range. Luke’s body fell down in front of my eyes as the bald guy moved away into the crowd along with his ailing minions. Clay screamed out loud in agony at the dismal condition of his dear friend. As I moved closer to Luke I realized that he was still breathing. It seemed that the man had somehow missed his shot, as the bullet had been lodged in the left shoulder. Maybe I was successful in dis balancing him as he fired the shot. Luke would possibly survive.
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