He asked with a soft voice, “You’re really going up there with just them? The SWAT Team they sent is still climbing. Let’s wait till they get in position first.”
Delta shook her head. “Let’s continue walking. If we don’t hurry, they will begin killing people. I’m not going to be liable for a death I could have stopped.”
“Aren’t you Wolfram Colton?” A detective continued with them. They crossed the burning place without fear because Wolfram brought better masks to keep them from breathing smoke.
“I’m surprised you guys allowed a civilian to climb a burning building. Did your superiors tell you to stand down and go with the situation?” Wolfram glanced at the detectives as he walked with his wife. “Those guys upstairs are international criminals, after all. They probably wanted to catch those guys more than save the
The resolution of the problem was too weird for that detective, but he saw how Delta and Wolfram seemed to have handled the matter quite well. Since they couldn’t be seen together, the Red Core had left, while the SWAT Team held onto the saboteurs. When they got out, the fire department continued putting out the fire. Delta looked up at the burning building with a little squint because of the brightness of the flames. Before she could look away, they all saw how white smoke exploded on the top floor. The firefighters were spooked by it, more when another spread through the sixth floor. The other floors were also cleansed by white smoke, effectively putting off the flames in an instant. “That thing is dangerous!” The lead firefighter growled. From the residue that dropped on the ground through the windows, he figured those were concentrated chemicals that made
Delta was brushing her hair while thinking of the party they would be attending next week. She had her invitation on her table while visualizing what to wear to such a prestigious event. The invitations had been long sent, but Akhenaten very much gave theirs to Sobek. Digital versions were not accepted, so Sobek would have to mail them to everyone. Akhenaten should be doing so, but he didn’t want to pry addresses from people who still wished to remain anonymous. There was no anonymity toward a mischievous hacker like Sobek, so Akhenaten figured Sobek should be able to send them without trouble. It’s just that Sobek ended up passing the matter to Delta and Wolfram. Only Delta knew where Imhotep and the others could be found, and Wolfram promised to give it to Cleopatra. The crocodile only needed to send one to Sekhmet.
A knock came on the door. It was the maid in charge of the two kids, Lorie. She smiled at the two kids. “Miss Eine, Foxley, it’s time to get dressed for tonight’s dinner. Madam, you should start changing, too. Lena will be here in a few minutes.” “Sister Lorie, look! Mommy knows how to tie the bowtie!” Foxley showed off his bowtie, and the maid nodded in glee. He then took her hand and walked with her to his room without dragging her. “He’s already taking after his uncle…” Delta’s eyes flickered before standing up as if reminded of Eine’s request. “Let’s pick your shoes first before I get to change.” Eine held her hand and walked with her mother. “Mommy, don’t you want Wolfie to be our Daddy? You didn’t answer my question.” Delta smiled at her little girl. “It’s not
A gift? Delta figured it was Regina’s gift for Eine. Wolfram held the one for Foxley, so the other one should have been handed to her if it was expensive. The woman would smile at the grouchy old lady, but Trisha had already crossed behind her to get next to Regina’s seat. From her tote bag came a clear envelope with some folded documents and a vaccine card. She handed them to Wolfram. “There’s no name for him yet. You deal with that. Contact the veterinarian if you made changes. Starting from right now, I have nothing to do with that—” She eyed Foxley, the boy intently staring at her as she spoke to Wolfram. Trisha slowed down to make her words clear. “Ti-be-tan Mas-tiff. You hear me? I have nothing to do with that Ti-be-tan Mas-tiff anymore. Say it back.” “…Aunt Trisha has nothing to do with this Tibetan Mastif
David stared back at Mariska before sighing. “I know what I said before… but you were working overseas for your fashion shows when I awarded Wolfram the fourth faction. If you’ve seen the state of it, you’d argue with me about taking it for yourself as well.” “…why didn’t you just give it to me, then?” Mariska asked after a few seconds of calming her screams. “If you felt like I would have done so, why didn’t you just wait for me to return?” “I would have if Wolfram hadn’t announced about this strange and secret marriage he had with Delta. When we met, Wolfram even said she would help him with Marcille.” David had known about the temperament of this classy lady. He knew this was going to upset her. “Mariska, the Marcille faction belongs to Wolfram. Don’t snatch it from him or his wife now that they’re doing good.”
“…no wonder Sobek drained their company funds…” Delta couldn’t help but whisper. Sobek should have given her the complete picture. She wouldn’t have tried to save the other person’s skin. “What? Who is Sobek?” Mariska arched her brow up. She was attentive to everything Delta would say. Now that a name showed up along with a strange line, she attacked again. “What do you mean by draining company funds?” Wolfram aggressively caught the question for his wife. “He’s one of our new recruits. He works in intelligence for both our squads. Are you suddenly interested in him?” Mariska pulled a corner of her lips. “Oh, you’re hiring criminals now? That’s quite some news. Wait, the Red Core’s commander would even pick up a stray cat with oranges in her paws. Why do I wonder about the integrity of his people?” Instead of participating in her back and forth, Wolfram gazed at Yuri. He even looked irritated at the brother. “Hey, Yuri, did you drown her in a bathtub or something? Why is there wat
“I’m not saying they’re a curse. I’m saying their innocence is making you want to be tangible enough to protect them. If you want to recede back into the shadows of the temple, you might have to leave them here with your good husband.” He took out an envelope from a side bag on his thigh. “Look. He even had official papers now. “You don’t have to continue calling them Eine Hart and Foxley Hart.” He tossed the envelope on the bed. “Delta Colton now exists. It will be up to you when she stops living in the eyes of the law.” Delta stretched her hand and collected the envelope. She didn’t open it, but she hugged it just the same. Without sparing another gaze at the man at the side, she whispered, “Have you ever thought that this day would come even once? A day when I… will stop becoming a ghost?” The man got up and stood in front of Delta. When she looked up, he flicked her forehead. He then followed up while still bending down a little. “Menes is the haunting ghost; Bastet is the weep
“Hm? What? No. It’s still a kiss, Eine.” Delta didn’t know what their giggling meant, but she caught how Wolfram massaged his forehead at the answer they gave. “What is this? Why are you demonstrating kisses to them?” Wolfram just sighed and asked the mother, who latterly leaned her weight against him. “Did they ask you what qualifies as a kiss?” Delta turned to him and stared at his handsome face from such a close proximity. Wolfram’s eyes were pinned on her, and they stayed quiet for a few seconds before Delta looked away as if distracting herself. She placed her head on his shoulder. “Eine, did they say which kiss they saw?” The giggling twins twitched and looked at each other. Eine then shook her head at the question. “No, Mommy. They only said it was a kiss.” “That’s right.” Delta pointed to her forehead. “What happens when someone gives you a boo-boo here? Do you not cry and ask Mommy to fix it?” “…you should have told me he gave you a boo-boo. I will give him a bigger one.