After Raymond heard the answer he told O'Connell, "Listen to me. Whatever the object guides you to is for your own good. Don’t hesitate to leave the city or this Washington State…Good. Don’t call me on this number again…I am about to dispose this. Don’t try to find me and do whatever the object tells you to do. You won't be very disappointed when you have reached to your circle."

Then he hung up the call and as he had told, pulled out the SIM card from slot. He wandered inside the house to find a dustbin and instead of throwing it like a rag, he hid in pile of dirt making it impossible to find. Then he dumped his Second Order badge in the same manner. Raymond knew the house could be searched by someone so he was making those hard to find. Because he was in O'Connell's house.

As he looked at O'Connell's and his mother's photo on the wall then he said, "Allan O'Connell. I am afraid I had to lie by saying I had you killed. But I am going to do it now."

Why didn’t I think about it earlier? Why I wasted my time in Wells Fargo waiting for Raymond's call? O'Connell was thinking when he was driving his car towards South on I -705. All he needed to do was to get on 41st Street because it could be the only place where numbers from Taggart could lead at.

It's the place I've been to before, he told himself when he was confident the account number belonged to Bank of American Financial Center. O'Connell had forgotten his mother also had bank account in there before she had left Seattle.

The bank wasn’t a rough ride and also wasn’t much far from there. He could reach there in ten minutes if he wasn’t caught by any Redman. It was not getting dark and he wasn’t used to of driving cars on busy I -705.

At the time he realized a drugged target could be the easiest person to attack on. To his fortune, his headache was reason why he wasn’t dead by now.

In the chaos he had forgotten this had begun due to strange phone calls to him from an unknown woman. The last words she had told him on the phone still echoed in his ears.

Is this sentence reason for people hunting me? If it was the reason then he no longer was the only man who knew it. Raymond had said he had killed O'Connell – me! What does it even mean to him?

Bewildered, he parked his car in park lot area of the bank by wondering what could exist in there.

He had been to there for lots of time but he had no bank account till the date in there. This meant the bank account was probably on Henry Taggart's name.

He was taken to a room by a person in there. Unaware of whatever the object was, he walked along with him until he was told, "Ser, please wait here for a while.

Bound by his nature, he impatiently waited for the man to come back with the object. There was a clock on the wall and he had just waited there for not more than a couple of minutes which felt like he had been sitting on the chair, cross legged, for more than two hours.

He could hear the door being unlocked and within few seconds he returned with something O'Connell never had thought could be a material to face chaos for.

The banker had a briefcase in his hand and held it like there was nothing more than papers inside there. The briefcase looked very light.

Seconds later when the briefcase was in O'Connell's hand then he was amused to find out the briefcase felt hollow. He could see the briefcase wasn’t even locked in a proper way. He was quiet sure something was there but no matter whatever it was held the power to save his life.

He thanked the banker and then went towards the parking lot to unlock the briefcase and check thing inside there.

On the way to his car he heard something collide on the walls of the briefcase, he ran in, locked the car's door from inside and unlocked the briefcase.

As anticipated there were some papers. One could be identified as passport, even in the bad light, but it didn’t look like as usual USA logo on the cover page. It was dark inside the car but still he could see a citizenship and driving license with his photograph attached on it. Even the words were almost impossible to read in dark he had no trouble in spotting his photo.

"Can this help me?" O'Connell wondered because those were things he already had with him. His driving license was even with him right now. Passport was the sole thing he had not made yet and never had seen the passport cover with such emblem embossed on it. If legal papers were enough to save his life then he assumed he never was in any danger, "But he was saying this belongs to someone named D'Amares from Chateau Village."

The next thing his eyes fell upon made him feel it could help him somehow. There was also an envelope with hand written words on it:

OBEY THIS…