Prologue
Hollands Minister Witmoore was sitting in a cold room without any windows you can look through.
The dark Glas is shutting down the light, making the room completely black.
Witmoore was looking straight on the table he was sitting at. His eyes are red underlined, and he felt bad for everything what happened in the last two months.
Someone was tipping on the nerves from the politicers by scaring the whole city.
In the last two months they found four dead body's, they all were teenagers.
Witmoore can't explain why this all is happening and he decided to make the police services even stronger than it already was.
He know that he have to do something because the population is asking him so much questions. They also leaving the city because they scared as hell.
"Sir? Your appointment guy is here. Should I let him in?" His butler Frankson was asking and Witmoore turned around and nodded.
"Let him in please!" he said nearly whispering the words out.
This situation needs to stop.
There isn't even more to do, he needs help from a other minister and a person which knows murder and bad people.
After a short time, a guy with brown hair, brown eyes and a musculus body entered the room.
On his face, he was wearing a little grin, which was looking bad but also very calm.
Witmoore had called a guy, which he knows is the right one for this situation.
No other than Rye Beaumont.
He's known for his image.
He's known for his strength.
He's known for his strong character.
And he's known for having ideas to stop anything and everyone.
"Beaumont. Im glad to see you here. I need your help. Seriously. I need it!" Witmoore was looking at Rye, knowing this will be a hard stone to kick.
"First, let's talk about money. How will you pay me?" Rye was asking, counting his fingers.
Witmoore nearly forgot that Rye Beaumont was also only working for much money.
He isn't a type which you can deal with.
He has his own prices, if you don't pay them, he won't work then.
"You will get 500.000$ if you can help us, stopping the situation. If not, you get 100.000$ for trying helping us as good as you can!"
Witmoore was looking at Rye. Hoping he will say yes. He really need his help for this job.
"Okay deal, but I will do it alone. I don't need your Bodyguards for my own privacy. I can do it alone!"
Witmoore was looking at Rye, not knowing what he should think about his decision.
Rye Beaumont is just a typical teenager. He can't do this job at his own. No, he need his bodyguards.
But otherwise, he will not show up as a police helper and Detectiv because he's a teenager. No one will search for a teenager.
"Sure, it's a deal!" Witmoore said, smiling at Rye before Rye is leaving the dark room.
Witmoore was looking out the window, starring at the dark Glas, knowing he did the right thing.
Or not?
