Clace: Raziel Academy (Revamping)

#1: Errand Boy

"Jace," a man's deep voice says, and my eyes snap up to his face.

"The boss will see you now," the man says again, so I stand up.

I give him a single nod, not bothering to waste my time with formalities. And it's not like he cares what I do, so long as I'm not being disrespectful. Not that I usually am, but even when I am, he can't do anything to me. Not without facing the wrath of the boss.

I open the door, and I walk briskly down the dimly lit hallway. I head straight for the door at the end of the hallway. Once I make it there, I knock and wait for a response.

"You may enter," another man's voice booms from the other side of the door.

I push open the door, and I walk into the room. I see the boss sitting on the other side of the table. He ushers to the chair across from him.

"Have a seat, will you?" He asks, but really, it was just a formality.

Refusing the boss had severe consequences, as should be expected, considering he's the boss. I walk over to the chair, and I have a seat.

"So, Mr. Herondale, I've heard good things about you from your superiors," the boss says, skipping straight to the point.

"It is an honor to be part of your crew, Sir," I say respectfully, keeping my talking to a minimum.

"I see. So, looking at your file, during your time as Rex's bitch you've made quite a name for yourself. Your record is impeccable, I must admit. I'm impressed so far. How would you like to be more than a lowlife street rat?" He asks, but I knew the question was redundant.

I knew, no matter what I said, he would so whatever he wants with me. He closes my file, and then he looks up at me, studying me for a moment. His cold, snake-like eyes made a cold shiver run up my spine. I could feel him judging me. Deciding what to do with me.

"Well, in that case, I have a really important mission for you, kid. It's about time I start moving you up in the leagues, otherwise, I'm just laying waste to good talent," he says, handing me a manila file.

The name Chimera is written in red bold letters across the front of the file. Intrigued, I take the file, and I open the front page. The first thing I notice is the picture of someone - presumably a female - wearing a black hoodie, black jeans, and her fiery red hair peeking out from the hoodie.

Upon close inspection, I notice the girl's face is completely hidden from view. Not even a glimpse at skin color or facial features. The only solid lead I have on this chick is her hair color. Red hair, especially that vibrant, would stick out like a sore thumb, regardless of the scene.

"Her real name is unknown, but there's underground chatter about her that Chimera may have ties to the Ancelotti Crime Family, or the Dragonaire's."

My eyes snap up, scanning his face for the answer to the question plaguing my mind.

"Yes, I understand your concern, kiddo, but trust me, you're more than qualified for the mission. Consider this your initiation into my inner circle. All you have to do is find out her identity," he says.

"Sir, I don't mean to sound rude, but wouldn't it be really easy to find her? I mean, her hair alone should make it easy," I respond, gesturing to the first picture of her.

"Well, that's the thing son. Eye witness accounts don't match. Some claim she has blonde hair, and there was surveillance to match that statement. Another claimed it was jet black, also with proof. So catching this girl won't be an easy feat. Are you still up for the challenge?" He asks, staring straight back at me.