FallonWe boarded the plane peacefully—thank God. Though I did see a lot of conspicuous people as we boarded the plane, none glanced my way, and none recognized me. It was a great move to change clothes before going out earlier since my red dress was too attention-grabbing. Now clad in grey sweats and rubber shoes, we successfully boarded the plane and are now en route to Armenia. It’s gonna be a long flight.“Daddy, I’m hungry…”“Daddy, I’m bored, let’s play…”“Daddy, I want to go home…”Michael was the only entertainment we had during our 15-hour flight. He complained a lot, but it was expected from a kid his age. This was a very long and boring flight. Matt tried his best to entertain his son, but he was exhausted himself, so I ended up playing with Michael for the latter half of our trip. A few hours later, Michael got sleepy and dozed off, and so I was left with my own company.Not entirely since I still have my baby. I caressed my stomach as I looked out of the window. Who shoul
Fallon“Come in.”I drew a deep breath before twisting the knob. I just passed by the other elites on the base floor, and I have never been more nervous in my life, thinking if they’d notice—notice anything, my baby bump which was practically still invisible, my sickly pale complexion, or my fidgety hands and anxious manner of speech. I didn’t know how I ended up like this.My eyes met Director Morris’s pointed stare.“You have returned, Agent Hawk,” he welcomed.His familiar flat tone and strained voice brought me back. I remembered why I did this mission in the first place and to come back here empty-handed feels…disappointing. I have to keep reminding myself that it wasn’t my fault that I came back here and blew my cover. That I did not fail the mission and that I’m not the one to blame.It was him. He gave the order. He blew my cover. And I gave my heart to the target.Foolish, foolish Fallon.“Director. I am ashamed to greet you with the news of me blowing my cover immediately af
FallonTomorrow is the long-awaited day of judgment—the elections. He must be in a difficult position right now, so is it right to meddle and insert our business now? I don’t want to add to his problems if I still aren’t, but I have a flight to catch tomorrow with Matt and Michael since tomorrow is also the day of our departure. As we leave America to a new President’s hands and leave for another country, I think this is the best time to give farewell to someone."Going somewhere? I heard you just got back, though.”Another one. But this time, it was from an unfamiliar female voice. Frowning, I turned around in the hallway on the top floor and met a tall, slender, brunette woman wearing a nude body-hugging dress. I politely asked, “Do I know you?”Her lips curled in a devious smile. “Your husband killed me. Guess my name.”My impassive expression remained. Jett killed a lot of persons, how am I supposed which one of them is her? I was blank, so I shook my head.“I’ve got nothing, Miss
“I have to ask for a favor, yet again.” I sat beside him at his desk. Fox suspiciously glanced at me and asked, “What is it? You’re making me all uneasy and shit.”I heaved a deep breath. I’m really doing this.“I have to go back. You have to help—”“Nah,” he cut me off, repeatedly shaking his head.“Nah-uh. We’re not gonna have this conversation, Fallon. Stop it.” “Fox, I have to. I just—”“No,” he sharply hissed and turned to me with furrowed brows.“After all the trouble we had to do just to get Jaguar there, we couldn’t even come back for you. You managed to escape that hellhole but I’m sure it’s not easy like putting trash in the trashcan. You blew your cover at the last minute, right? No. You can’t come back there. I-It’s impossible, I’m sorry. I’m sure it’s as difficult as separating trash into glass, plastic, organic, metal, paper, or I don’t know what else- fucking- batteries. Whatever. It’s just impossible, okay?”I sighed. At this point, he’s just ranting. Whateve
FallonThat day, I turned my back on everything and everyone. I boarded a plane with a one-way ticket without looking back. My heart was heavy, but my mind was decided. I knew I wouldn’t be able to raise my child well in that environment.I left the Americas with the intent to give my child a good life. It didn’t feel as bad when the election’s results came out and the president-elect wasn’t Mongarde. At least I knew I was not leaving my country in the hands of someone like him.“Jess?”I looked around at the mention of my ‘name’ and found it came from the cabin’s front door. The thick Norwegian accent made me recognize the speaker as one of our neighbors, Njord. My fuzzy boots resounded with every step on the wooden plank floor as I reached for the door. When I opened it, I was greeted by an average Norwegian man’s thin-lipped smile. He held a small letter in his gloved hands that he raised as soon as he saw me.“We’re doing a Christmas carol later tonight. Figured you might want to
JettTwo years ago…What mistake did I make in my past life to be so unlucky in this one? It’s hard to believe that kind of bullshit, but realizing the current situation, I’m desperate to get answers. Why is it that I have to suffer like this?Everything spiraled down when I lost my woman.I saw her that night. That painful night.She rode a motorbike in a flashy red dress after successfully poisoning half my men, damaging them physically and emotionally.She was my poison.She poisoned my heart, my soul, my mind.Fallon’s departure felt like the first domino that fell and what followed was significantly heavy.—“This is foolish, you know?”I smirked but raised my hands in the air, nonetheless. I was woken up with a gun to my head in the middle of the night. The alcohol from last night’s heavy drinking still boiled in my stomach, making me defenseless to this surprise attack. Though, even with a hazy vision, I can still make out the fucker’s silhouette.“You’ve got the balls to turn
JettI traveled around the world for the past two years. Aside from running away from Interpol, I’ve also been looking for her. And a desperate attempt at it, too. But I’ve gotten nowhere, with little to no leads of her. It’s been two long, grueling years of loneliness and grief. The memory of my brothers and I in the mansion laughing rowdily is but a distant memory. We’ve all gone our different ways and they’ve started their new lives, yet here I am still living in the past.I loosened my tie as I looked down on the grave, the sky mourning my loss with a faint drizzle and heavy clouds. I read the name on the tomb.Ross Leighton.With a sigh, I sat down in front of him and pulled out the canned beer from my plastic bag. I started, “How’s it going up there, man? You better not be giving God a headache.”The canned beer fizzled as it opened, its content reinvigorating and refreshing to my throat.“Your daughter’s in 2nd grade now. Although Niamh probably already told you that… I’m just
Jett“Is that so?”[Sorry, man. Give me more time. I’ll call you back when I find something more recent.]“I see. Alright. Thanks, Helio,” I muttered and ended the call with a sigh.The last traces are from over two years ago, according to Helio. She’s never been active anywhere since. And the last location we found is their headquarters. Slightly anticlimactic since I’m on my way to it right now.I had deliberated over it a million times over. Am I this desperate to see her again? When did I stoop this low? I couldn’t even get mad at her. Not for a moment. And it’s despicable, it made me feel like a hypocrite. My mafia was doomed because of her, yet I can’t push myself to blame her. Helio’s right—she did ruin us. But I am responsible for that. I blame myself.For being in love, for being clueless, and for being a useless leader.–The FBI’s headquarters in Manhattan was tall and glorious. Modern architecture stood proud with elegance and calm confidence. With a sharp inhale, I pulle