Oneiro Montbretia

Chapter 1

GeorgeNotFound wasn't expecting his Thursday afternoon to go like this. Sitting in a closet, listening to something he knew he most definitely should not be hearing. It's not like he meant to, he just wanted to know what the fancy room was. He didn't expect someone to walk in, forcing him to hide in the closet from them. It wasn't even one person, it was a crowd. He initially thought it was a normal meeting but as the people spoke, he knew it was much more.

Did he just eastrop on a mafia's meeting?

George knew about the mafias. He wasn't stupid. He'd heard whispers and rumors about them, but never thought anything of it. If they stayed out of his life, he would stay out of theirs. Well... nevermind.

From what he gathered, the mafia was planning on breaking into this couple's home and interrogating them. What were their last names again? Inns? Innets? Something like that. Anyways this didn't sound too good for the couple and their son.

Should he tell the police? If he does go to the police, it would be useful to have some evidence. George pulled out his phone and hit the record button. He held the microphone close to the door, trying to make sure the sound was audible. How much danger would he be in if one of those men caught him? This was a very risky thing for him to do but he couldn't just sit around, knowing that these people were going to hurt a family. Especially when he had the ability to stop it.

"Dismissed." A person in sunglasses waved away the crowd in the fancy way as they piled out. Within a matter of seconds all that was left was the person in sunglasses, a man in neon green, wearing a smiley mask and George still hiding in the closet.

"Dream."

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"Eret."

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"When I put you on security duty, I assumed you would actually do your job."

"I did do my job, sir"

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Silence

"Then why is there someone in our closet, listening to every word that was spoken during this meeting?"

George sucked in a breath. How did they know? Maybe they didn't mean him. There are probably tons of people hiding in closets, listening to secret meetings. The man in green turned his head, looking straight at the closet housing George.

Okay, no. They definitely knew he was in there. Well this was his queue to leave.

George aggressively opened the closet doors, crashing into the man wearing the mask. He stumbled a bit but finally regained his balance and booked it out of there. Adrenaline filled him. He took down the hallway and out the door he had entered. He took a split second to look behind him and see the Green man and some other people chasing him. He slammed the door behind him and ran down the alleyway. It would be nice to have a car about now.

He ran down alleyway after alleyway. Weaving his way through buildings, trying to lose the strange people chasing him. He had been sure he lost them thirty minutes ago, but he couldn't be too cautious.

George reached into his back pocket to grab his phone so he could call a cab. He came up empty. Where was his phone. The brunet ran through all his pockets but still came up with nothing. He must have dropped his phone while running from the men chasing him.

Oh no...

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"Who is he?" The boss sat in his chair, face neutral. Unreadable. Probably the most fearsome face he could make when he was angry. Nobody knew what he was thinking or what he was going to do. They'd just let a witness escape. This could foil their plan they'd been working on for ages.

"GeorgeNotFound, sir." Eret nodded and turned his attention to Dream who was ignoring his gaze.

"Dream. Since this is your fault, I want you to find our little witness and get rid of him. Don't want him to go telling people now, do we?"

"No sir." Dream kept his head down and nodded. "I promise I won't let you down."

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"You know what will happen if you do."