The Patriots

CHAPTER 24 (BETRAYAL)

As expected, Charles brought the news about their next rebel attack. The rebels were going deep into the capital to attack people. The attack would be in broad day light, and everyone who crosses path with them will be their target and victim.

"I'll have to be with them during the preparations, so you will have to give me something they won't find. Or else I'll not be able to report to you," Charles said stiffly.

"Okay. Anna, what do we have?" Del asked Anna.

"Trackers and earbuds," she replied smiling mischievously.

The rebel attack was going to involve majority of the rebels but still not all of them. Charles was given the earbud for himself, with which he could report to Del and his team using voice signals. The trackers were small enough to fit in a man's pocket without him noticing, so they gave Charles about five pieces. He was expected to put the trackers in the pockets of five rebels who were going for the attack.

Vera had to act quickly before Charles planted the trackers on the rebels. She knew Del's plan now. Late at night when the orphaned kids she shared the tent with were all asleep, she sneaked out with her face masked, into the rebels camp.

Immediately she arrived in the ghetto, everyone's attention turned to her. She was not from there, they all knew and sensed it. They were all on high alert, because she had her face covered and they knew she could be an enemy.

Vera could sense the eyes on her, but she was not fazed. She could defend herself. Even though it was late, the rebels never slept at night. That was a norm in the ghetto, so quite a number of them were awake and followed behind her closely, watching every step she took.

One of the rebels stopped her on the way, pointing a gun at her. "Who are you?" he asked.

"Take me to your leader," she demanded in turn.

"Muestra tu rostro," the rebel ordered quietly. He did not want to cause a sense.

"First take me to your leader. Unless, you want to be staring at your dead bodies lying around like trash on Tuesday," she looked at the rebel straight in the eye, with a blank expression in her eyes. She was boiling up with anger and she wished she could just butcher the pathetic creature standing in front of her that instant.

The rebel was taken aback, because their attack was on Tuesday and no one outside the ghetto knew about it. Since she mentioned Tuesday, he knew she must have some delicate information so he led her to the camp.

"Ven conmigo," he finally said sizing Vera up and down.

She was led through the ghetto, to the camp where Wolf was. This attack was planned by Wolf, but the idea was all from his right hand man. Oliver was his name. Wolf had his own plans but Oliver was heartless and scary, even Wolf was terrified of him. But since he was the leader, he always acted tough. He dared not to decline any request from Oliver, because if he had, he and his family would be dead by now.

"Which bonita flor do we have here?" Oliver asked licking his lips lustfully.

"She wants to see the boss," the rebel who brought Vera in replied. Oliver scoffed at the fact that he was not the boss and gave way to Wolf.

"What business do you have here? he asked.

"So soft," Oliver scoffed, but he did not say it audibly.

"There will be an ambush waiting for you on Tuesday." Vera smirked under her mask. She didn't tell them all of Del's plan. These rebels also had a debt to pay for killing her parents. She would enjoy watching them murder themselves.

Charles was there by his father's side at that time. He was shocked how this girl knew about the planned ambush, but because she had her face covered, he couldn't recognise her. Vera recognised him clearly. She knew he was the raven. She even wondered why he was standing so close to the rebel leader.