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Old Rothschild, Sam and I entered his bank. The employees immediately started cooing all over us.

"Welcome Mr. Rothschild. What we can do for you?"

"I want all my ownership documents brought into my office.

These are my quests,'' he said when the clerk looked at us suspiciously.

''They'll come with me.''

"As you wish, sir,'' the clerk said and retreated.

"It may take more than half an hour while we bring all the necessary documents, sir,'' he pointed out.

"I'm aware of that. I know they are many so would you please bring them over one by one. We'll go down to business immediately. I need to transfer all my money, and property to their organization,'' the old man said.

"Very well, sir,'' the clerk answered as all color drained from his face. ''You settle down comfortably and we'll take care of everything.''

During that time while the bank employees passed all the necessary documentation to the old Rothschild, the Rothschild castle was surrounded within twenty minutes after we left.

The local sheriff took the big mike and told everyone in the castle to get out of it. ''The castle is surrounded. We do not want any problems. Please, come out with your hands in the air,'' the voice of the police spread through the castle as ice.

Doctor Freeman and Mark looked at each other. Mark inspected his gun and gave it to the doctor. He then put some bullets in his own.

"Are they full?'' the doctor asked.

"Both,'' Mark replied. ''What are we going to do?''

"I don't know. This is a serious. They can come in here every moment,'' the doctor said.

"Yes, but they said they won't shoot if we surrender,'' Mark added.

"Yes, and they also told us to get out of the castle," the doctor said.

"What's there for us to do, Freeman?" Mark asked again.

"Let's get the maids and the butler out of here. There's no point of innocent people dying,'' the doctor said.

Mark agreed and as he was letting the stuff walk out the main door he told them if asked to tell the police that Mr. Rothschild was not in the castle and that there was only one person in there who was a guest of his. They did as they were told and they left the castle.

The police of course was not satisfied with this and they addressed those in the caste to give up and not to put their lives in any more unnecessary danger.

"They won't give up, doctor? What should we do?'' Mark asked.

"I think you better go out there and give yourself up, Mark. I don't want you to end up dead. As for me, I'm old and tired. I don't want to finish the reminder of my life in prison or questioned in the police station. I don't want to do any more harm to Nick and the entire organization. Nick will soon take control over the Rothschilds wealth and he'll know how to rightfully use it in order to establish peace and prosperity to all people. Someone has to sacrifice for that,'' the good, old doctor said and made his farewell with Mark.

In the next few minutes, Mark went out of the castle with his hands high in the air. When he reached them, the sheriff slapped him hard on the face and put him down on the ground.

''Stinking bastard. You are just a child. What were you thinking breaking into the Rothschild's castle, you get,'' he spit at him and kicked him in the gut.

They put him in the police van and took him down to the station as the sheriff deployed two groups of officers into the castle to investigate.

In the meantime, the doctor hid under the Rothschild's bed, covered himself up in some blankets and left a small hole around his eyes to see if anyone entered the room.

The officers began the search all over the castle.

Meanwhile, as the old Rothschild was signing off his entire property to Nick and his organization Nick's mobile rang.

''Yes,'' I answered.

"Nick, we've been surrounded by the police,'' I heard the doctor whisper.

"What, when?" I asked terrified.

"They are searching the castle as we speak,'' he said.

"Are you ok?"

"I asked Mark and the stuff to surrender, I'm hid ..."

I heard a shot.

"Freeman, Freeman? Freeman? Are you there?" I shouted in my phone.

"Goodbye, Nick. Get out of the bank and fight to the end for the good of all mankind," he yelled back the last words in the phone as he nodded his head and let the phone slip off his hand.

When the officer bent over the doctor there was another shot from his gun. The officer fell on the floor. There were bullets flying everywhere. The doctor was dead.

They went over his phone and it took them no time to discover who he had talked to and where. Within fifteen minutes they were in the bank looking at the dead body of the old Rothschild lying on the floor.

"What happened?'' the police questioned one of the employees.

"As he was signing off the ownership he got a heart attack,'' the man said.

"No, during the last piece of paper,'' the clerk said again. ''He could not stand to lose his whole family's wealth and sign it off to somebody else.''

"Somebody else? Someone else was here? Who was that?

Where is he now?"

"He left about ten minutes ago."

"Where did he go?" the sheriff asked angrily.

"I don't know. He got up and left."

"And the old Rothschild?"

"What about him? He is dead. We are waiting for the ambulance to arrive,'' he said as they heard the sirens from the street.

''Here it is.''

The old Rothschild was examined and was concluded to be dead.

The police immediately stopped all the traffic in the city. All exits from the city were blocked. Planes, trains, the subway ... London had never been blocked like this before.

The entire world's media ran the same breaking news.

Rothschild robbed by terrorists. Rothschild is dead. CCTV footage of Nick and Sam entering the bank circulated the internet and the media. It was convenient. It only showed that they peacefully entered the bank and signed the papers. Nothing more.

But, who asked for that footage?

As soon as Nick and Sam left the bank they took a taxi to the Heathrow airport. Within ten minutes all traffic was stopped so they found themselves in a jam halfway to the airport. They did not want to wait in the car, so they paid up the taxi driver and told him not to give them away.

"I can do with some rest,'' he grinned at them. ''The money and the traffic jam will do me good.''

They left him and headed towards a nearby house.

It was not meant to be. A police helicopter intercepted them on their way there. We were told not to stop and not to move or they'd shoot.

We waited for them to touch the ground and arrest us, but they landed a little further from us. Sam and I started to run towards the house.

They began to shoot and hit me in the leg.

Sam came back to help me. He grabbed me by the arms, heaved me over the shoulder and together we continued towards the house.

Officers were calling after us to stop.

We continued and did not obey.

We somehow managed to reach the porch of the house. The police fired again and they hit Sam in the back. He fell forwards. I grabbed him and dragged him into the house breaking the glass door on my way in. I put him down on the ground. I could see that he was dead. There was blood running from his mouth. I checked and assured myself that his heart had stopped beating.

I pulled out my gun and did not want to give up easily. I used it when the police approached. I shot two of them. And they fired again.

Shoot when approached officers. Shot 2 of them. And they fired.

The last thing I remember was the pain from the bullet in my right shoulder.

I passed out and everything went black.