"We will win just like we always have"
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It's been thirteen years, thirteen years since the two youngest siblings of the Cavendish family were kidnapped. Castiel Miller Cavendish boss of the American Mafia had made a promise to his parents on thei...
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After arriving at the safe house, we both gathered in our office preparing ourselves to fight and flee New York.
"What are we gonna do about Victor, we still need that information and I doubt I can go back there without getting put back into custody." I tap my pen against the desk.
"We both know he'll end up dead by the next 24 hours, and if the agents did work with them they would be here already," Alec says looking off to the distance.
"So who did they call."
"That's not important right now, Victor's basically dead. We have to try to find something or someone else to give us information." He unlocks a drawer bringing out every file we have.
"That's basically impossible, Victor was our only lead after what, four years of not having anything. We have a name and that still leads us to nothing."
"Well I'm not giving up Amethyst, we'll find another way. Like we always do."
"Yeah I'm sorry, I know we will." I give him a small smile, nodding he goes back to reading the files, while I start deciding where we should hideout in the meantime.
We stayed silent after our conversation, I start calling in people to get our weapons ship over to our new location and for one of our cars already prepared for us when we arrive.
"How do you feel about Mexico, we haven't been there, have we?" I look up from my laptop over to Alec who raised his head.
"Isn't it humid over there? my hair would not appreciate that right now" he combs his finger through his hair.
"You call that hair, I call that a bird's nest" I chuckle at him while he throws a stapler at my head, catching it midway. "show off" he scoffs.
Shaking my head I go back to my laptop to make sure everything's ready until a loud alarm pierces through the office. Looking up I make contact with him, rolling my chair over to our desktops I start punching in codes until our live stream cameras come on site. Every safe house of ours is about 20 acres wide with high walls and barbed wire, not this one though, we haven't had the time to install them but we sent William with the house that does for his protection, numerous cameras are installed over the premises linking them to our phones and office computers. If anyone breaches the premises of the safe house we'll know about it before they make it to the house.
Looking through all the cameras I see a Rolls Royce and a Mercedes Benz pulling up the driveway, looking at Alec I see he's mirroring the same confusing expression. I zoom in on the cars that had just park in front of the driveway, two men step out of the Rolls Royce both look in there late and early twenty's, and an older man in his mid forty's carrying a briefcase, most likely a lawyer.
