Fox"He meant Natalia can go around and do whatever, right? Should I get rid of Natalia myself? She'll be a big threat to us once she recovers." I asked Leo as soon as we left the Director's office. We walked—well, I wheeled—side by side in silence, both deep in thought.I saw her shrug and continue walking."Go do whatever you want. Either tell her the Director instructed you to leave her or sneak back into the mansion yourself. But remember, Hawk sent us away." The question is, we don't know Hawk's plans. Even if we tell her, there's no telling if she'll obey it especially if it's against her prior plans. I sighed."Do we just leave her alone? We put her in a difficult position many times and almost compromised her. Isn't it just right we help her this time?""Our help was more than enough. She can do the rest herself."I turned my curious gaze to her. "You're sounding a bit cold and harsh lately, Leo. What's gotten into you?"Leo stopped in her tracks. In the middle of the empty h
FallonTwo days after the uproar the ruction inside is still yet to die down. I could see everyone still agitated and on their guard. I quietly sighed and entered Noire's room. Noire and Niamh were out on the mall the day of the bombs and gunfire. I sighed in relief when I heard that the other day. Good, or else the kid will be traumatized for life."Auntie Fallon!" The five-year-old squealed when she turned to me while playing with her toy... is that a grenade? My eyes widened and I hastily inspected the toy."Why are you playing with these kinds of toys, Noire?" I calmly asked the kid. Is this a coincidence?"Daddy gave toys... Are toys bad? Auntie Fallon?" She innocently replied, pouting at the toy hand grenades. I sighed. Ross, that asshole. Sometimes he's a good dad but at these times... I don't even know what to call him."Toys are great but not toys like these that are dangerous in real life," I explained. She should know this at a young age to be aware. She can't be growing up
FallonI've been sleeping alone in the wide bed for days.My 'husband' has been more neglectful than before and more focused on his work.I've tried visiting him a couple of times but I would leave immediately because of his unwelcoming ambience. Like I was a walking distraction that was consistently hindering him from his work. Until I've grown annoyed and just stayed at home.That dick. One day he's sweet as a honey bee and the next he's cruelly cold as dew to drooping leaves. Today, I continue spending time with Noire.I heard he's home today but still caved in his office. Sighing, I lazily left my room and headed to Noire's. I'd rather play with the kid than overthink the possible reasons why he's suddenly burying himself in paperwork. Is it something related to his talk with Chris Agnello? It's likely that he changed and became distant after that day.I know something's up. But it's so difficult to find out what.As I ambled the hallways on my way to Noire's room, I came across h
FallonThey talked about nonsense, something I never thought Jett would waste time on especially right now. He acted like he was at his busiest yet this is what I hear the moment I listen in on them. I rolled my eyes. Boys."Let's get back to the topic, Jett. Stop distracting me, man," Ross complained. I heard shuffling and a few papers being checked."Why is he still asking us for those things, anyway? Didn't we repay him a long time ago?"A heavy exhale. Then Jett replied, "He saved my mother's life before, Ross. No amount of money can repay that, which is why I owe him a favor. He's using that favor now.""Damn," cursed Ross."You should've said that from the start so I know you didn't have a choice... Still, he's asking too much."So, this client of theirs must be running for a spot in the government in the elections and he's used a favor to ask Jett to ensure 600,000 votes in Las Vegas? A politician is connected to an underground mafia. Not unheard of, but it is a serious matter.
Fallon"Yes, I'm familiar with this." Carter extracted the tracker from my ring and put the small square object under a magnifying glass. He then connected it to his computer and typed more unfamiliar things on the screen."It's the common GPS tracker but more precise and made to fit small objects like your ring. This was probably customized and accessed easily on a phone app.""I see... If I bring you another ring similar to this, can you tell if we have the same tracker?"He nodded. "Of course.""Alright." He handed the ring back to me after putting back the tracker. "Thank you, Carter."I smiled politely and tried dismissing his curious gaze, but he probably couldn't hold it back because as I left for the door; he asked, "Does the master keep track of where you go like this, therefore you also want to keep track of where he goes?"Curious, curious man. I'd like it if he just quietly obeys what I say, but of course, curiosity is part of human nature. It's inevitable for someone to a
Leo"I think we got something!"I dragged my gaze away from the screen and looked over to the other table where I heard the voice. The agents have already crowded in front of that screen. A tense air filled the place as I waited for their reaction. The pressure is building up. After hours of researching and digging, this is potentially the fruit of our hours of work.“Well?” I impatiently asked—my hands on my waist.The agents nervously glanced up at me. It took them a few more seconds of re-checking before they said, “This is a decoded call between Senator Warren Mongarde and Jett Rios on March 27th, 21:00. Mongarde says he needs the votes secured a week before the election proper. Rios responds he’s working on it and that 600,000 votes from Las Vegas is not easy to obtain.”I released the breath I didn’t know I was holding.So, it’s true.For days, we’ve speculated on the connection between the mafias and the politicians in the coming election. It’s not surprising for candidates to
LeoDirect orders. Withdraw. Case closed.I made sure the orders were received by Hawk’s Elite Ai. So, why did we still receive a mission report immediately after? She knows Senator Mongarde is closely affiliated with Jett Rios. Good. Then she should know that she must go. It’s the best option.But why is it that a week later, there is still no shadow of her in sight?Where has Hawk gone? Did she even leave?I’ve been pacing around my room for twenty minutes, thinking of all the possible situations that she could be in that’s hindering her from showing up in the HQ. Perhaps the Rios mafia has figured her out and she blew her cover? Maybe they’re on the search for her? Or what if she’s grown too attached to the place? Worst case scenario…did she fall in love with someone in there?No. The last one is impossible. I know Hawk and she’s not one to be personal in a professional mission. But I can’t ignore the possibility.I came to the HQ a few minutes later and looked for Fox. Like me, he
Fallon“I’m sure you’ve been expecting this for quite some time.”His glare hardened. I had to bite back from gulping in nervousness. This is it. The confrontation I’ve been preparing myself for. If he insults me, I can accept it. If he says he’s disappointed, I can accept it. But I’m not ready to accept it if he beats me. Nevertheless, I can do this. I ‘should’ be able to do this.“Tell me everything, amor.” His gentle tone surprised me. Will he still use that tone after everything?“I want no secrets between us. What are you?”It took me a moment to compose myself and my answer. I contemplated if I should be honest now or risk this again and keep going. “I don’t need to explain anything. It’s exactly as you saw.”“No, I want to hear it from you. What are you?”I pursed my lips and walked past him, sitting in the bed. He followed.Do I blow my cover? I’ve failed this. It’s impossible to think he’ll still trust me and besides, I can’t think of any more excuses. That or my heart just