The Assassin Trapped In A Maze ~Newtmas~

Chapter 15

~WICKED's POV~

In the WICKED headquarter, things had started to get out of hand. Things were starting to take a different turn of events and Ava Paige was not happy about it one bit.

"What is the meaning of this?" She shouted at a young man in his twenties. His head was down and he was clenching his fists tightly to refrain from shouting back at his boss. He was never good with authority or getting yelled at for whatever reason it could be. He hated it and sometimes regretted ever coming to work for them.

"I don't know, ma'am" The man replied after taking a minute to calm down.

"You don't know?" She shouted at him again. "How can you not? She's your sister" She said, red in anger. "You better explain to me how she got access to personal information about subject A2 that I wasn't aware of otherwise there will be serious consequences for the both of you."

"I have no idea-"

"Quit lying to my face" She spat at him, taking a menacing step closer.

"We may or may not known subject A2" The man muttered.

"What is that supposed to mean? How can you know him?" She asked, angry and confusion by the lies of the members of her own team.

"We met years ago"

~Irene's POV~

The teenager that had been found was finally awake and ready to speak with us. Of course, it will most certainly be difficult to get any specific information from him but we could still try and get as much as possible.

We entered the hospital he was currently in and made our way to the front desk to get the room number. After she announced he was in room 250, we turned around and made our way to his room as quickly as we could since the sooner we get the info the better. I knocked on the door hearing nothing in return and frowned. I knocked again and this time a tired but clear come in was heard and I stepped into the hospital room to see one of the missing teenagers case from three years ago. He was one of the first to have gone missing.

"Who are you? You're not a nurse" He stated as we walked to him and stood beside his bed. It was just Stan and myself since it would have overwhelmed the boy otherwise and we introduced ourselves.

"No, we are not" I said with a soft smile. "My name is Irene Kennedy and this is Stan Hurley. I highly believe you know some people we are trying to get back-"

"Wait" The boy interupted me. "What did you say your names were?"

"Irene Kennedy and Stan Hurley" I repeated with a raised eyebrow in confusion, glancing sideways at Hurley who had a frown on his face as his eyes studied the boy.

"As in Thea's Irene and Stan?" He asked and we both froze at the name.

"You know her? You've seen her? Where?" I asked with wide eyes and even though he looked a bit overwhelmed by the sudden questions he nodded.

"Yeah. A six-year-old blond girl" He confirmed and relief as well as dread filled my body. These were the first real lead we had in over a month and it was both great and scary. What if something happened to them?

"Is she alright? We weren't sure if you would know her." Stan said with a blank voice but I knew he felt a whole bunch of emotions at the sound of the boy knowing the little girl and the boy nodded before frowning.

"When I left" He said, staring at his bedsheets. "It was chaos. But she was still fine and I really hope she still is. That girl deserves to live a normal life." He said, deep in thoughts.