Beginning of an End (Agent Series #03)

Chapter 19

DESPERATE

Claire's POV

"I'm sweeping every wirelessly accessible camera around the country. I'm waiting for a hint at the moment,"

I heaved a sigh. "That's good. Relief."

I'm really relieved that he found a way to look for Safirah. I just received the news earlier that she was taken so Harvin is the only one I can get some help from.

"Isn't this beyond enough for someone who's not on the same blood line as you?" Harvin asked on the other line. I was about to explain when he spoke again. "Don't take this in the bad way. I'm just surprised."

"Surprised by what?" I asked him with confusion.

"You have never treated anyone like this aside from Ali," he answered. "I'm also happy that your social is improving. I just want you to be more careful. We don't want you to experience that event again."

I let out a soft chuckle. Caring as ever. "I should be the one telling you that, right? Don't worry. Safirah's an open book. I can read through her."

"She's a kid," he remarked. I heard someone call his name before I heard his voice. "I need to go. I will update you if I will receive a hint. Be careful, please."

He already dropped the call so I put it back to my side table. I looked at the two who are already sleeping because of tiredness. I couldn't find my own after receiving the news earlier.

Safirah is far more different than any people I have encountered with in her age. Maybe my reason: her being so strong despite of these past incidents is already petty for some people but for me, it isn't.

And what happened to her made me think if she deserve it? Of course, no. But I trust her strength, she can go through all this once everything's fine. Living with high profile people is indeed terrifying.

But I have been living with my parents for seventeen years already. I managed to calm my mind and strengthen my mental strength when it comes to threats and ambushes. Wala ng bago doon.

And it's not my parents' fault that we are living this dangerous life. Not gonna lie, it's really dangerous. No doubt. It's just.. I just couldn't find the reason why they were blaming themselves.

Some kids might blame their parents because of the status they are currently in right now. Mom and Dad told me a lot of stories about that in their world. That they've seen a lot of it.

Even if I would check any angle, I'm pretty sure that I won't find any reason why I should hate or blame my parents. They raised us well, clothed us, bathed us and even protected us. I don't see any reason why. They are the perfect parents and if I would have a hundred lifetimes, I would still choose them over and over again.

I am aware of the blood in their hands but I was raised believing that every victory always requires deaths and sacrifices. I can still remember what Dad said back then that made me realized how good he is in his field.

"My instructor once said that my hand gets dirty and the world stays clean, because that's the mission."

I smiled upon remembering what he said. God, I missed my family already. Mom's out of the country so I can't reach her while my father is busy, Harvin said. Their job probably requires a big load of stamina. Lots of works.

That's why I'm eager for this school year to end to do my daily practice with my family. I miss doing that kind of stuff during vacations. Kung hindi kami aalis, they will teach us to protect ourselves against the one who wants us dead.