***IN THE MIDDLE!***

Roshan ran straight heading for the wall blocking him and the rescue of his father.

Meanwhile in a large tall buildings. A young looking sat on his chair facing the window.

"You say he is in your hands?"

"Yes Sir... we have him down under"

"Good very good, Glass!" The young man said turning his chair to face the man, his arms resting on the table and supporting his chin. His head bowed low and a faint ...