German Shepherd

15 steps, step 3

I look inside and find exactly what i need.

"Fuck yeah." I grin. In my giant safe was, billions and billions of dollars, but also, lots of weapons.

I admire my military uniforms,  armor, special suits and bullet proof vests section. A nice, chic suit catch my eye. I walk towards it and quickly notice that it's bullet proof. I continue to examine the suit, finding more things to like.

A hidden camera in the buttons, a knife pocket on both thighs, venomous stinger in the left elbow, so many things about this suit that i love.

I put it on immediatly. It fits me perfectly, shaping my muscles and my body well. Then, i look around and look at the knife section. My heart beats faster at the sight of all of those sharp knifes. I approach it and admire everysingle one of the knifes. I can take 4 with me, i'll take a short, small knife with no deep damage, a skinny, but medium knife with deep damage, a larger knife with rough edges and with a shark teeth patern to rip the skin, making it harder to heal the cut, and make it more painful, and a curved one, easy to manipulate and verry fine edges to slice easily through a throat.

I look at them verry closely. I notice my first choice, it looks like a shark tooth, and has a ring to slide my finger in it. Easy, small, quiet. I take the first knife and put it on my finger. I look around and find my second choice. A nice poignard, slick, long and elegant, great to stab deep. I take it and put it in my left leg knife pocket. I then find my third choice. I find a weirdly shaped knife, with a zigzag patern along the edge, just like shark theeth. I take it and put it in my right thigh knife pocket.
Finally, i find my fourth choice. A nice, black metal, curvy knife with extremly fine edges. As i touched the knife, i cut my finger immidiatly. Perfect. I take it in my hands carefully  and put it in my left arm knife pocket.

My eyes shift to the gun section, as i was about to leave.

"Fine.. maybe just a little pistol."

I run over to the gun section and take a small Glock 34, that i attach to my belt.

*9pm*

I enter the opera, and notice Ian right away. He is talking to someone, but no signs of any danger yet. I ask myself tons of questions. What did he do to her? Is she alright? Did they inslave her? Am i equiped good enough for this? My head hurts from the stress. All i can think about, is her. I approach Ian slowly but surely, acting confident to not attract the attention of anybody. I walk towards him, grabbing a champagne glass out of a tray of a passing waiter. I cough a bit to announce my presence. Ian turns around, glad to see me. He looks at me with a wide grin that makes my eye twitch.

Ian: "Ahhhh Silas! My old friend. How are you doing?"
He asks, putting a hand on my shoulder. My mind is racing, i just want to grab his wrist and twist it. And- agh! Just all the things i would do to a man that dare to lay a finger on her.
I calmly sit down at the table he reserved, placing down my glass, and trying to keep a serious and professional look on my face, and not show how pissed off i am. My head is throbbing, like my heart is beating in my forehead.
That wide smile doesn't go away from Ian's face, i wish i could just wipe it off.

"I've been okay. Thanks. What have you been up to?" I ask him, eyeing him up and down.

Ian: "ohh i've been amazing ! These last days with Y/N, have been my best!" He smirks. I restrain myself from jumping on him and punch his face.

"Talking about Y/N, how is she?" i ask, trying to keep my composure.

Ian: "She's doing great! I take good care of her, don't worry!" He leans back on his chair, a smug look on his face.

"That's better than nothing i guess." I clench my jaw and my fists, picking up my champagne glass and taking a sip, my grip getting stronger as my blood flow increases.

"What do you want, Jaguar."

Ian laughs hysterically, like a fucking maniac.
Ian: "you know... i've always had a thing for her. I've had my eye on her for years."

"What do you want." I repeat, with a colder tone.

Ian: "revenge. You tried to assassinate me Silas ! We were in the same unit!"

"Jaguar. You were the traitor, and i had received the mission to assassinate you."

Ian smirks.

Ian: "oh so you knew... you've always been so intelligent."

I finish my glass and put in down on the table.

Ian: "i want to kill you. And keep Y/N to myself. That's what i want. So if you want your precious chérie, you have to try and defeat me."

I hold myself from laughing in his face. Was he actually serious? Retard.

Ian: "but maybe... if you catch her, i'll let her go, and not bother you."

That sounded more fun. I take out my hand from my pocket, and hand it out to him to shake it.
Ian takes my hand, and gives me a smug face like he always does.

"Deal. Now if you'll excuse me i've got some sleep to catch on." I get up, and walk away, towards the exit. I am greeted by the bodyguards. I see my car parked in front of the building, with Bruce, holding the door for me.

I walk towards him, thanking him as i get inside the car.

Bruce: "let's go home now sir. You haven't slept in a while."

"If i must." I share a smile with him.

Bruce looks at me for a moment, as if he was thinking of something.

Bruce: "you know Silas, you're incredible. You're the most loyal man i've met. You're not only loyal to Y/N, but you are loyal to me, and my team. You're also a good protector, and a good inspector." He gives me a genuine smile.
I chuckle at his comment.

"It's as if you're calling me a good boy, like a dog" i laugh.

Bruce laughs.

Bruce: "If you were a dog, you would be a German Shepherd."

"A police dog?" I let out a chuckle.

Bruce: "yeah. Or maybe more as in retired military dog. Those dogs also serve in the military and get rescued by families, for you, your family is
Y/N."

I stop smiling and look at him. He was right. When i met Y/N my world changed. I could see colors and have fun without fear. And i stopped being on my guards all the time.

"I let my guards down. I miss her Bruce..." a tear runs down my face.

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