A few days have passed since my life changed completely and a lot has happened. That day, there was a fierce forest fire after the explosion and I had no choice but to flee in the end. At first, despite the warnings, I tried to walk towards our property to find Benjamin, but the thick smoke and blazing fire left me no choice but to give up. I wandered to the next street and walked along it until a kind family gave me a lift to the nearest small town. I pretended to be a hiker who had to cut his trip short because of the forest fire. I didn't talk much during the drive and, looking back, the family probably assumed I was in shock from the sudden fire. After I left them I don't remember much of that day, I took the next best hotel and when I went to bed I fell asleep immediately.

When I woke up the next morning, the first thing I did was watch the news. "Forest fire due to excessive heat" was reported all over the news. There was no mention of an explosion anywhere, but fortunately there were no reports of any fatalities either. When I saw the news, I realized for the first time the words John meant in the video. That I shouldn't trust anyone and that these people are more dangerous than I thought. The explosion was huge and must have been heard by other people even though our property was remote, but there are no reports of witnesses saying anything about it. I'm sure this must be the work of Trident and if they can influence the news to that extent it really doesn't seem like a normal criminal organization. I couldn't confirm it with my own eyes but I'm actually sure that our estate was the source of the explosion. I didn't know what happened in the estate that day but my guess is that Benjamin used the explosion to destroy all his tracks. The news made me realize another thing and that was that Trident would soon turn everything in this area upside down if they were as powerful as I thought and were still looking for Benjamin or even me.

I knew I had to get out of here - the only question was where to go? And what exactly should my next destination be? I first tried to find out as much as I could about an organization called Trident, but to no avail. It's hard to believe that such an influential organization can go completely unnoticed. I quickly realized that this research would be useless and used the second clue I had, namely the name Sam Wright. To my surprise there was a lot of information on the person and not only that he was a real celebrity. Not only is he one of the richest people in England, but he's even running for Mayor of London. A 1.85m tall and 43 year old man with short hair and a well-groomed full beard. He owns several hotels and casinos around the world and his fortune is estimated at 4 billion euros. At first I wasn't sure if this was really the person I was looking for, but after a while I found a picture in an article about his election campaign. In the background was a man with Wright on stage that I recognized. It was one of the men who was at our house, he was wearing the same sunglasses and had the same smile on his face. I couldn't make out the tattoo on the back of his hand as he was holding his other hand in front of it in the picture, but there was no doubt in my mind that it was the same person. Now I had at least a small clue in my search for answers, but there were several problems. For one thing, I couldn't be one hundred percent sure how Sam Wright himself was connected to Trident. There is a possibility that he only used his money to pay for their services and otherwise didn't have much to do with them. I couldn't find out anything else about the man with the sunglasses, neither his name nor his relationship to Wright. But there was a much bigger problem: how was someone like me supposed to make contact with someone like Wright without arousing suspicion? I didn't really have a plan on how to solve the problem, but it was the only lead I had and I knew this man was my ticket into Trident so I decided to book a flight to London the next day. That way I would get out of here before I bumped into anyone else on Trident who realized that Benjamin wasn't the only one on the estate that day.

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The next morning I called Benjamin and John's cell phone from a telephone booth just before arriving at the airport to see if there was any chance of reaching them, but as I expected, there was no answer. Even though I don't quite understand why I've been lied to by them all my life, I can't help but worry about them - after all, they're the only family I have. When I sat on the plane after the Check In, I was again faced with the question of who John really was. The passport from the hiding place worked perfectly, just as he said. On the plane, I thought again about everything that had happened and began to wonder why John had planned everything in advance for an escape, and why Benjamin seemed to be afraid of them even though he and John were members of Trident. Did they want to get out and there was an internet conflict or were they just betrayed? With these thoughts, my flight passed and I hoped to finally get some answers at my destination.