Fucking hell....
How the hell I am supposed to stop a police force from ALL over the world teaming up against ME!?
I stood up, inhaling and exhaling long, deep breaths.
This wasn't the time to sit down and cry. This was time to act.
I rushed out of the room, going downstairs. The head spotted me heading down in a run.
"What were you doing upstairs?"
He demanded, his hoarse voice rising in the air. It held enough heaviness to weigh my body down.
"Uh..." I muttered, continuing,
"Restroom? Was looking for restroom...but there wasn't a single door labelled restroom, so i thought i should check downstairs.."
His sleek eyebrows raised in suspicion, but it dipped down as soon as it had lifted up.
I mentally breathed a sigh of relief, passing him a wide smile.
"Can you show me the restroom?"
He nodded, signalling me to follow him.
I walked behind him like a shadow, my fists clenching.
I couldn't believe that this man who had sworn to protect the country is involved in all this.
All this has to be connected to Donnor. He is a 100% involved in all this. There is no doubt.
But something is off...he was hiding something...and he wanted me to figure all this out....
Why? Why would he not want that gold mine of a weapon?
A terrorist with a change of heart?
How?
Can terrorists ever change their mind like that?
"There...this is the only one being cleaned recently. After this I hope you will come straight to the point."
The head said, pointing at a door situated in the corner of a long lit up hallway on the ground floor.
I fake laughed.
"Of course! I am sorry for all this disturbance....especially on a holiday.."
"Holiday?" He asked, staring at the restroom door as if he wasn't sure what I meant.
"Yeah...it has to be a holiday right? No one seems to be here apart from you...?"
And that slave you were ordering upstairs...
"Oh yeah, but today is not a national holiday, if you are wondering."
He answered, expressionless.
Being a head, this man wasn't too boomer looking. He had soft white hair combed back, a clean shaved beard and void eyes with a dangerous amount of nothingness swimming in them. His sleek eyebrows and small chin added to the depth and the hollowness he carried at the same time.
I wonder why he would join hands to destroy the world.....
I went inside the restroom, making a mental note of all the information i have gathered so far.
The police force of both Ireland and LA have been involved in helping the killer...which also meant Taylor wasn't actually helping me?
But why would he get killed if he wasn't helping me? Did Gio kill him? Or was it Donnor who hid back inside the room after and changed his clothes?
But why would Gio kill Andrea with a knife and Taylor with the advanced weapon?
And if Gio does have that weapon...why isn't he already causing disruption? What is his plan? What is he waiting for?
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Can I Kill You? (COMPLETED)
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