The Divine Gifted

12: The Genius

8pm

"So it's Sofia?"

Flynn was on the phone with the boss: Romeo. His initial mission was to kill whichever princess was a gifted, and now he figured out which on it was.

"What is her ability, Law?"

Flynn looked at the paper. Sofia wrote for him, "Therianthropy. She has the ability to shape-shift into any animal she sees with her eyes."

"I see, so when are you going to finish the job?"

"I'm not killing her, boss?"

Romeo sounded surprised, "Excuse me?"

"I'm not going to kill Sofia, boss."

"What's the matter with you!? You never had problems killing people until recently."

Flynn sighed, "I'm not a cold teenager anymore. Sofia is a sweet, mute girl. There isn't a doubt in my mind that thinks otherwise."

"I'm still your boss. You obey me."

"It's not just that. Now that I know Sofia is a gifted, I would no longer be sensing unknown gifted in the palace."

"But you still do?"

"Unfortunately."

Flynn sensation ability gives him the ability to sense the sensations people are feeling around him. He can also sense gifted that aren't on his calibrator of knowledge if they're nearby.

"So what are you planning to do, Flynn?"

"I only have about 2 weeks before the other guard returns. My plan is to figure out who else in the palace is a gifted. It's no longer restricted to the princesses. It could be anyone."

"Very well; my trust is in you, my Consigliere."

Flynn hung up the phone as he flopped on his bed.

He groaned as he looked up at the chandelier hanging from the high ceiling.

"What should I do now? What's my little servant up to right now?"

He reached to the side of his bed and ran the bell relentlessly.

"Chrissy~ Chrissy~!"

Chris walked through the doors, "What do you want?"

Flynn whined, "I'm bored!"

"And?"

"Can you stay?"

"What!? No!"

"Come on, Chrissy~"

Chris blushed, "I'm way too busy to 'entertain' you."

"Can you massage my shoulders?"

"The princesses' meals are more important than your damn shoulders!"

Chris walked out as Flynn flopped his head on the bed again.

Suddenly, he knew exactly what he should do. He pulled out the slip of paper the man at the café gave him.

It was his number. Flynn dialed it into his phone.

"Hello? Who is this?" The voice spoke into the phone.

"This is the guy you gave your number to a few days ago."

"Oh! Flynn Law. I would like to meet you behind that cafe in 1 hour. Does that work with you?"

Flynn sighed, "Sure, why not."

He hung up the phone and put on his coat. He took his gun and loaded it. This could very well be a trap. He put on his black gloves that concealed his hand up to his wrist. He walked out to the balcony  outside his room. He stood up on the ledge as he looked down at the lower-roof.