Paragon

⊰❉⊱ 21 ⊰❉⊱

"You electrify my life
Let's conspire to ignite
All the souls that would die just to feel alive"

– Muse

I was miles from the scene when the sirens started flying past my car. When my dashboard lit up with incoming requests to units in the area. I drove quickly. Avoiding the light traffic in the middle of the night.

I palmed my phone and called Pearson.

"Ms Fletcher, good evening."

"I need movers in my flat as soon as possible, please. Inform them that everything goes into secure storage until further instructions."

"Yes ma'am, is this a permanent leave?" He asked slightly shocked.

"It is." I said flatly. "Your services will no longer be required." I added, calmly overtaking another car.

"Then it has been a pleasure and I wish you luck with your endeavours."

I nodded, pushing away sentiment. "Likewise, you have gone above and beyond in your work for me. As has Jamerson. You can expect bonuses in your accounts tomorrow morn–"

"That's not necessary–" He got in quickly but I already ended the call.

The drive took another twenty minutes to cross the city to the west. When I neared the area I left the car a few streets away from my home and pulled my collar up as I quickly closed the distance to my building. The dreaded personal phone buzzed in my pocket again and I ignored it. I passed the glass doors and paced the stone lobby. My deskman nodded at me formally with kind regard. 

I hit the elevator up.

The doors opened. I deactivated the security system and strode in going straight for my desk. I pushed the discreet button on the underside and two bookshelves parted–some of the wood was still broken from a certain incident with a certain lawyer...

I was greeted by a lit wall of necessities. I pulled a wad of freshly printed euros and dollar bills out and stuffed it into a duffel bag within. Then I pulled out three passports. The rest the movers would handle. I glanced up at the weapons that glinted back in a dark matte and chrome finish. I took two 9mm suppressed pistols from the wall and threw them into the bag with a few magazines.

My flat phone rang. I glared at it. The reason for it all. For my existence to end in London as it had begun ten years ago. I picked it up slowly.

"Sorry to disturb you Ms Fletcher, I have a–"

"Quinn Adams. Send her up." I finished for the deskman and set down the phone. It broke under my hand when I didn't realise I held it so tightly.

Not many seconds later I heard the lift ping at the end of the hall. I hadn't even bothered to shut the front door when I stormed in and it revealed a very angry mortal on the other side. I stared at her suddenly at a loss for words.

She paced quickly to me like a storm of dark brown hair and burning green eyes. Her eyes didn't fail to catch the bag at my feet and she frowned hard at me.

"Care to explain?" She stated curtly.

It was my turn to frown. "You shouldn't have come."

"What?" Quinn said, breathlessly. I took a measured breath and stared at the guns and cash in the bag. 

"I said you shouldn't have contacted me." I repeated calmly.

"So you disappear on me for police business and suddenly I'm a stranger?" She said in a disbelieving voice. Her eyes cut down to where mine had been and they widened at the sight.