[Warning: Basically, a chapter setting the plot for the next. Plz don't be disappointed. Also, please don't be annoyed that a certain somebody sounds like Sherlock fucking Holmes.]
[Also the songs up above are just totally random now. Today's Savage by Bahari.]
(Chris's POV)
"What information can you give us about our new client?"
Alan was leaning back on one of the chairs in our managers' shared office, settled by my side. Tri and Joel were seated across the wooden table, busy pulling up windows and typing in quantum keyboards and entering fingerprints in screens. As for me, I was trying my absolute best not to leap up, throw open the door and sprint out of the building as fast as my legs would carry me.
I breathed in and out, in and out, in and out, took deep inhales and exhales, closed my eyes, pressed my fingertips to my temples.
I can do this.
Mission comes first.
He wouldn't hurt me with Alan and Tri here.
—For my father.
I had to control a bitter smile from curling my upper lip.
For my father, who was the most sought-after professor in State University, who was most excellently polite and kind, who had the most brilliant mind mankind has ever seen, who was the most amazing father one could ever wish for on planet Earth—
Dead, killed by a single bullet, fired from the bloody, gaping barrel of an assassination rifle.
It happened on the Astronomy Tower.
His dead body had fallen in a graceful arc from the tip, diving between the dim light of the stars and the shadowy moon. His arms had spread in a final, casual hug, and the droplets of liquid maroon that spewed from his neck was a scarf, woven from the finest silk of human life, set to protect him against the dusty chill of nightfall and eternal sleep.
There was a crunch.
Voices yelling. Screaming. Shouting. Women wailing. Children crying. Men roaring.
Somewhere there was a fire.
Somewhere, other shots were heard.
Footsteps, rushing, scrambling, frantic patterns of strained whispers.
The stench of human fear.
White flowers. Black suits. Dried blood. The bittersweet fragrance of wood planks.
A solemn hymn that swirled in the air. Long, droning, drawling.
The slightly moldy smell of freshly dug earth.
One shovel. Two shovels. Three shovels.
Pale faces and trembling lower lips. Tears dripping down the corner of the jaw.
Light pats on the back. Voices of grief.
All fading into silence with passing time.
The slight rush of raindrops plummeting from the sky.
And I cried.
"As far as we know, they only left us with this note."
I recoiled away from Joel's voice as I struggled to forget the image that just appeared in my head. To push it toward the back of my brain and never let it slip ever again.
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