The Ghost

43. You created me

Third person POV

After John finishes the phone calls to the rest of Galaxy's captains to inform them of her plans and where they need to go. Each captain immediately calls their people to get into place.

Before Galaxy even leaves her base, the only people in the area surrounding the restaurant she's meeting her sperm donor at are hers. They've even managed to scare away his men before they could set up their own base of operations.

John sits in an empty office building watching everything in the restaurant from the staff (all her people) to the passersby on cameras he had placed in a two block radius of the place. He was ready for the upcoming fight.

His phone rings as Galaxy leaves her base. "I'm on my way, is everything ready for me to get a hold of him?"

John replies robotically, "Everything's in place. I just got word that he's on his way. He'll be here two minutes before you are if you actually follow the speed limit. Knowing you though you'll be here 5 minutes before he is."

"Perfect, the first sign of trouble, you move our people into position." Galaxy demands before hanging up the phone and speeding up to get there before him.

Once she's parked and sits waiting for her sperm donor in the restaurant, she receives a phone call from John.

"He's thirty seconds out, with four cars following closely behind him. Orders?" John speaks like a soldier.

Galaxy pauses for a moment before saying, "move units 3 and 4 into the restaurant, make sure they're loud. Spread unit 1 further south and unit 6 further north to make up the perimeter," and hanging up the phone.

She sits there for a moment thinking, before groups of 2 or 3 people walked in and straight to the empty tables acting as if they had been sitting there for a while. It takes a minute or two more before Jackson walks in with a bunch of men behind him. She scoffs, "sexist pig" under her breath.

"Galaxy!" He greets her with a hug cheerily.

She grins at him, "Jackson!" before mentally rolling her eyes at his obvious attempt to place something on her.

As they sit down at the table together, his men spread throughout the restaurant sitting themselves in what they thought were strategic positions within the normal people. Her phone buzzes with an unknown number texting her, He placed a mic on you. Ignoring the message she returns her attention to the man sitting in front of her.

"So, how are you and Domino doing?" Galaxy awkwardly asks, not sure how to get a rise out of him, so she can move forward with her plan.

Jackson doesn't show any reaction, but calmly replies, "Oh, she's empty nesting already. She just wanted all of us to act like a family, but now that you're all gone she can't wrap her head around it."

His nonchalance talking about Domino makes her blood boil, but mimicking his calm attitude she replies, "Well, with you pressuring the both of us to magically have a relationship with you, neither of us felt safe. Mark refused to let us leave alone and he didn't want to leave Jace and make him feel like his siblings were abandoning him. So we left together."

The only mark of his annoyance is the tightening of his jaw as she talks. He replies with fake sadness, "I'm sorry my dear, I never meant to make you feel so unsafe. I wish you had felt comfortable with coming to me about this, but I understand why you didn't."

Galaxy rolls her eyes, "You do realise that every time you tried to ask what happened there I said that I wasn't ready yet? I have had unspeakable things done to me, so that I could become a killer. I haven't even told Rosie or my friends about most of them, so what makes you think that I would willingly tell you?" Her anger seems evident in her voice, but she has it under control for now.