✔ᵉⁿᵍˡⁱˢʰ Splinter Cell [Fast and Furious 07]✔

08

Her neck aching, Charlie began to blink and was far from awake. What had she been lying on tonight? Judging by her body, it might have been rocks. Not only did her neck hurt, but her back as well.

When Charlie sat up, she still had to bang her head against something, which made things a lot better. Grumbling, she raised her hand, scanned everything above her, and looked up. That's why it was still dark. She was sitting in a car parked in a warehouse, or at least it looked like one.

A glance at the clock on the dashboard told Charlie that it was almost eleven. She couldn't remember much about yesterday, so she had no idea why she was here. Car pile-up, shooting, and Deckard was pissed, which was why he had to pimp her out. Surprisingly little for a day and a night.

On her way out, Charlie ran a hand through her hair and, looking around, walked over to Deckard, who was sitting at a table, put something together, and then tucked it into a bag that was lying on the tabletop.

"Tired and blinking constantly, Charlie shuffled over to Deckard and sat down next to the bag, "Never mind, I have to leave the day after tomorrow to get some of Shǐhuángdì's soldiers. So I am not available. "

"Mausoleum of Qin Shihuangdi," came from Deckard, who was screwing several pieces of metal together on the side and therefore did not even look up at Charlie, "The Terracotta Army of the first Emperor of China."

"Um, yeah," Charlie suddenly choked and began to cough, "Quite....exactly........."

"Be honest," Deckard put the matter on the table with narrowed eyes and looked at Charlie with interest, "What do you take me for? An idiot."

"Good question, um, kind of Jack Torrance-y. A mental crack, I call it," Charlie weighed her option with a sniff, "Most people can't remember Shǐhuángdì for five minutes, let alone pronounce it or know what I'm talking about. The name is enough for most people. Then you're just surprised.

"Psychopath according to this," Deckard nodded in acknowledgement and reached for a bullet that lay behind Charlie, "you shouldn't have come this time anyway."

Extremely nice to know that for once, Charlie wasn't going to get involved in his war. She would have preferred to tell Deckard to leave it to the Almighty and devote himself to the things he had devoted himself to before, but the way she had gotten to know him, it would do no good. She might as well talk to the table or the wall, it would have the same effect. No matter what Deckard did, nothing would change. What was done was done.

"Oh, before I forget.... Catch," from the door of his car, Deckard had picked out the box that was thrown to Charlie as a parting gift, "Monaco." Astonished, Charlie caught the small box. Monaco? What did Deckard have to do with Monaco? Nothing at all.

Only after the lid was off did Charlie open the box and almost dropped it. Was he trying to pull a fast one on her? A ring? Brushed silver. She could only think of one thing, but it was more than unlikely.

There was no evidence for this assumption. Not the slightest. Had Charlie even known Owen? Gradually she didn't believe it anymore. They hadn't even been together. So why should Owen have a ring? On the other hand, where did Ceiling get it all of a sudden?