•Night Angel•

CHAPTER LXX - I'LL DO IT

16th August 2009. 09:22. Pitié-Salpêtrière Hospital. Paris, FR.

Third Person POV

Two hours had passed since Sophia arrived at the hospital. Two hours since René went to the E.R.

Two hours since she last heard of Pierre's state.

Madame Adelaide had explained to Sophia what had happened.

Apparently, they had agreed on meeting Pierre at the I.I.S.A to discuss the new generation that was coming to Daylight. When they were entering the building, they saw Pierre arrive in his car. They waited for him outside the place, and when he started to make his way towards them, he collapsed out of nowhere.

No gunshot was heard, but either way they ran up to him. When they arrived, they saw blood staining his shirt, right in the left side of his abdomen.

Francois quickly called the ambulance and they took him immediately to the hospital. When they arrived, he was taken instantly to surgery, and they had been waiting since then.

Sophia's mind was working at a hundred miles per hour. She decided to think about every possibility, every scenario, of every person that could've done this, so she wouldn't think about the first thought that came to her mind as soon as she received the call.

That her uncle was gravely injured and in danger.

That he may not make it out alive.

She occupied her mind with everything else, disposing of that possibility.

-I'm going to call Nick.- Sophia said as she stood up from her place.

-He is on his way. We called him as soon as we hung up with you.- Madame Adelaide said and Sophia nodded.

Sophia was somewhat relieved that Madame Adelaide and Francois had been the ones to aid Pierre and the first ones to be here.

Pierre didn't have any more family than the three trained master assassins in the waiting room and Nick.

There was a time where he actually had a family. A beautiful one. And Sophia had been lucky to meet them.

16 years ago, Pierre was married to a beautiful woman, Nicolette. And together they had a beautiful daughter, a couple years older than Sophia. Her name was Cecilia. They were always at the Dumont's household, in the holidays they would take turns and spend it at someone's house each year.

Sophia and Cecilia were as close as sisters and they enjoyed each other's company.

They were like one big family.

But just like the Dumonts and the Starks, tragedy hit the Badeaux family.

One day, while on vacation in Sicily, Palermo, a small mafia group started a shooting in one of the theaters, knowing one of the most important business men in France and the Director of the I.I.S.A was there with his family along with other important members of the French Society, with the intention to kill him and a few other important people in the place. They opened fire in the precinct and detonated a bomb, killing hundreds of people. In the casualties, Pierre's wife and daughter. He, along with 50 people, were the only survivors that night.

Pierre was devastated, crushed, the most precious people in his life were gone.

After the attack, he placed a lot of resources and agents to look for this group and its origin, leader, headquarters, etc.

When he found them, it was only a cell of a hundred members. No more. And he gave them the ending they deserved. Just like the one they had given his family. A painful and slow death.