Chapter Eight

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It was 8 am and no sign of Octavia again, it was the third day now. She had not called in sick or left any notice that she would not be carrying on her job in Sector Security. Brannon had checked the security tapes in the sectors and nothing was out of place. All employees had been interviewed to find out what they knew about Octavia and her disappearance. Like everyone who worked in Sector Security, Octavia had let nothing about herself out. She still lived in the same apartment that she was registered under so a team he been sent there to carry out an investigation.

To the team there was nothing strange in her apartment apart from a smashed shower door and a broken laptop and phone lying on the dining room table. There were no other fingerprints in her rooms apart from her own, so there was no reason to suggest that there was a break in. All locks, windows and walls were intact- no sign of a struggle. The team left and reported back to Brannon.

Some unfortunate person would be drafted to fill her position until she either came back or her body was found. Blue lights illuminated the sector corridor that Octavia worked in, nothing was different and it was all as it should have been. As he approached the end of the corridor he retrieved his gun from his trouser waist and pushed the panel. Octavia's plan had worked, the dust had settled and left no sign of her and Xavier. He walked straight to the hatch and slid into the room.

The fae was gone.

He swore colourfully and put the system on alert. The once blue lights had turned red and soldiers with firearms were stationed at every entrance and exit to the Security center. The fae could not have escaped on his own, the shackles and chains were made of iron. Someone must have helped him. Octavia must have helped him. Or must have been forced to.

This situation was now under government supervision so until it was resolved the Sector patrols were not to enter the building. They were still payed but did not have to work.

"We've got a Blue Moon on our hands" Brannon announced to the King.

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