Chapter 9: Conflicted (Jagger)

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Walking into headquarters, I sighed with a heavy heart.

" Master's gonna kill us Jag," Nicco said, putting his hand through his shaggy, dirty blonde hair.

    " Are you trying to be funny? Because we should be dead right now. I nearly had a concussion and you're walking around with bullets in your chest," I replied. Looking at his sheer, white, button down shirt you could literally see the blood stains coming out of his shirt.

    A smirk cracked across Nicco's face, "Aye, nothing a few stitches can't fix. Besides," he said with a smile, "it gives Master hardcore evidence of what went down."

    " You mean hardcore evidence that we failed her," I said smiling.

    He shrugged, " Sure I guess. I'm trying not to think about what she's going to do to us for not getting that Breaker for her. I just don't know how she's so sure that this random girl is the one. I mean, do you really think that she is the one Jagger? The Ultimate Breaker? I mean, we're not even sure that she's even a Breaker, let alone the head honcho."

           " I don't think she really knows for sure what she is. From what I saw, she didn't show any sign of having any kind of power. But master believes that her parents knew something. The only thing is that while trying to wipe out Kratos, she wiped them out as well," I said.

           " And Kratos still managed to get away....," Nicco added.

           " Pretty much. So now it's our job to do the dirty work," I said in irritation.

           " She should get Jin to do it," Nicco said in a mocking voice.

           " I'm pretty sure he's already on the case and Master is just sitting at her office, rehearsing what she's going to yell at us."

    Nicco smiled, " I actually wouldn't be surprised if he was already trying to catch her."

           We made a right turn and continued down a hallway that lead us to another hallway.

           " He's full of bologna. He thinks that he's all that because he's Master's favorite," I said.

           " Don't lie to yourself. The only reason why he's Master's favorite is because she's attracted to him. And because he kisses up to Master and does everything that she wants him to. Plus, he usually carries out all of his assignments in perfection as he calls it," Nicco said in a mocking tone, scrunching up his face in a funny way.

           We both chuckled like little kids.

          Making a few more left and right turns and proceeding through a maze of hallways, we finally reached Master's office.

           Nicco knocked on the door. " Oh, your loveliness. We are back," he nearly sang. By the look in his face, you could tell he was trying really hard to hold back a laugh.

           " Come in," she said unenthusiastically.

           Nicco twisted the doorknob and pushed open the door open. In front of us was a wooden desk, clear of everything but a sleek, silver laptop. Behind the desk was the back of a large, dark brown leather chair. Bookshelves lined the scenery. The shelves were filled with folders, files, binders, and the occasional bulky book. As Nicco and I approached her desk she didn't care to turn her chair around, keeping her back toward us.

" Well, should I have even bothered to get my hopes up this time?"

           I sighed, " Well, unfortunately they all managed to get away, Master."

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