I'll Track You Down

Preparation

I almost scoff at the remark, sure Caspian right now would be willing to do whatever it takes to help the world, but I doubt the man who used to work for Malgrave meant well when he did.

Of course he thought he was only killing criminals, but how could he let himself believe the lies Malgrave was feeding him.

Even though he's an idiot I refuse to think he didn't have any suspicions when working with him and the other criminals.

When Vivana finishes washing my hair she takes her time in drying it, but I don't complain it gives me time to think.

Why even is Caspian going through all this trouble just for me? What does he have to gain? I understand he wanted me on his team, and to help him escape, but he must know I'm not staying with him.

When Vivana has made sure every last micro of my hair is dry I practically jump out of my seat.

I excuse myself to my room and once I'm behind my door I call up Decker.

"I'm going to Nye's funeral today, Caspian will be headed back with me. I'll make sure he gives me all the information he knows. Be there to take him in when I signal you." I say to Decker.

"Sounds good Warner, all you need to send is one text and our agency comes speeding over, if you take too long I'll track you through your phone and send a team."

"Thanks Decker." I hang up the phone and sink against the wall. "I'm doing the right thing." I whisper. "Caspian deserves this, and I hate him."

Just then I hear a knock on my door, I open it sheepishly, it's Vivana she's holding a black dress, with a large black coat, and black flats in her hands.

I smile and thank her quickly before taking the clothes and shutting the door, she puts a hand in front of the handle.

"I'll be expecting you downstairs for breakfast."

"Oh, I'm not really hungry."

"It wasn't a request, Kalisa." She says, her tone is something in between a laugh and an order, I decide it's better not to argue with her and reluctantly nod.

I shut the door and this time Vivana doesn't protest. The dress is simple, cut off below the knee, with thin straps on either side.

The flats feel weird in comparison to the large boots I normally wear, but they're definitely more comfortable than heels.

Looking at myself in the mirror, the face staring back at me is the one I'd usually expect but more afraid for some reason.

"It's a funeral, you're allowed to feel sad, but never afraid. Kalisa, you need to pull yourself together, for your own sake."

After I'm done lecturing myself I strap the normal knife to my thigh and fill the large coat pockets with my series of smaller guns and throwing knives.

I suspect the weather has grown cooler in Detroit which is why Vivana handed me such a long coat. Thankfully it's not heavy.

I take one last look at myself in the mirror, I'll be arresting him today, I need to be prepared for anything.

When I walk down the stairs to the dining room Caspian is already waiting for me, he also has mourning attire on, a dark black blazer with matching black pants make him look almost murderous against his dark eyes.

Once the pools of blue land on me, his expression softens.

"How'd you sleep Kalisa?" He asks hoping to spark a conversation.

"When do we leave?" I ask, ignoring the question, I want to get out of here as soon as possible. I'm ready to feel a weight lifted off of my shoulders when I turn him in, and I'm tired of sitting around and waiting for people to tell me information I should be entitled to.

"I was thinking a little after we finish breakfast, but we can-"

"I'm not hungry, as soon as you're done eating I'd like to discuss something with you, in private." I say, keeping my voice formal and restricted.