Operation SK ✔️

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"Mr Bakshi, I'm worried!" Edward snapped at his senior subtly.

Mr Bakshi looked at him sharply but said nothing.

"Teresa- I mean Agent Greene hasn't communicated with us since six months now. I'm sure this isn't just a small delay that you told me," he presented his worry.

Mr Bakshi rubbed his eyes with the heels of his palm. He knew it was true. This wasn't just a slight delay. It was a large silence. Six months meant that either nothing had happened or a lot had happened. He didn't like either of the two situations. He calmed himself with the thought that Agent Moore had taken seven months when the mission had been started, twenty years ago.

And look how that turned out.

"Maybe she will tell us soon now. I've known her for a long time Miller. She's being cautious," Mr Bakshi assured, more to himself than to Edward.

Edward ruffled his dark, brown hair and looked away. He had been worried before, but now he was afraid. He didn't say anything. He was lucky he had been included in the mission. It would've been torture to be left in the dark. He guiltily wondered if Teresa thought of him often. She had no idea he was in on the mission too. He hated lying to her. Edward walked out of the room and sat down at his desk. He laid his head on the table like a child. God knew he was tired.

"What the hell is taking you so much time," he grumbled.

"Whoa take care!" he heard a girl exclaim.

Edward looked up biliously, but there was no one around anymore.

Oh well.

He was about to get started on his work again when he got a call. It was Caleb.

.....

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"Yes!" Caleb answered with aggression.

The photo frame lay on the table before him, and he could barely wrap his head around all that had been told. What was this another mystery? He was too confused to figure anything out. Caleb, on the other hand, appeared to be calm.

"Does Teresa remember anything?" Edward questioned.

Caleb shrugged as he leaned back. His light brown eyes glittered in the daylight. The wind ruffled his wavy, black hair, and he scrunched his nose up in thought. Edward strangely found it rather cute.

"It's a psychological thing. You don't always remember your childhood. Then some remember every little detail of it. But it's us! It's us but with a different family. I know that lady, Catherine is our mum because I heard dad mutter about her once when drunk. Lately he's been acting all peaky. I have no one to trust anyone but you at this point.," Caleb sighed.

His black hair touched his eyebrows, and every time he moved his head, they would bounce too. Caleb softly massaged his head in frustration and exhaustion. Despite all the big news, Edward couldn't help but notice all the little things about Caleb like he always did. It made him happy to be with Caleb. Although Teresa was the closest thing he could have next to family, she could be difficult sometimes. Caleb was the type of person he genuinely felt pleasant to spend an entire day with. He was more of a friend than a brother.

"Has Mr Greene talked to you? About anything at all?"

Caleb shook his head, his wavy hair shaking themselves at the same time too. His eyes were suddenly sad but simultaneously active with adrenaline.

"No. He barely recalls my presence anymore since Teresa went away. I'm actually trying to overhear his conversations in the room. You know with whoever keeps visiting him," he said.