Jett

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Despite her earlier ridicule of Jazz's attempt to 'ground' her, Jett did exactly what she had said after school for the next two days.

The four of them were absorbed in trying to connect the disappearances in any way they could. Jinx had police databases open on her computer almost 24/7 while Jazz frequently went out to try and gather what she could from civilians. Jett hovered between the two, sometimes staying up late with Jinx, trying to decode the kidnappers' tracks and other times tagging along with Jazz, trying to coax information from unknowing passer-by's.

Kayden, to his surprise, was actually allowed to tag along whenever he pleased. He found that he derived a small amount of pleasure from watching people so unwittingly fall for Jazz's smooth tone and Jett's authoritative aura. True to her word, Jett even took breaks from her frustrated pacing in the kitchen to either give him a hand with his homework or try to build on his limited fighting skills.

They hadn't managed to get the rest of the story out of Chelsea the other day and she wasn't at school the following day. Jett was convinced that whatever she knew would be able to help them find the girls. Even if it was just the slightest clue. They had hit a dead end of sorts and needed all the information they could get.

It seemed that while being a super-secret assassin did have its perks— like all the cool little gadgets and weapons the girls got to play with— it also involved a lot of boring parts. The gathering information and following your target around was one of those. Kayden had thought it'd involve a bunch of late night watches and sifting through garbage but instead it involved a lot of late night research and frustrated arguments. Though, he guessed it was quite difficult to follow around your target when you didn't even know who it was. He had quickly begun to understand why action movies had to happen in such a short time span, if they remained accurate to any kind of realistic timeline then no one would watch them.

"There's no way we're going to find them," Jazz groaned one afternoon as she sat at the kitchen table. She had one earphone plugged into her laptop as she listened to the recordings of friends and family members they had spoken to of the missing girls.

"Not with that attitude," Jinx chirped back from the kitchen

"Seriously, the café was a mess, the club was a train wreck and none of these girls seem to be connected in any way, shape or form. It's like they're just targeting randoms." Jazz countered before slamming her laptop shut and standing up. "I'm an assassin, not a private eye," She exclaimed, throwing up her hands in frustration.

Jinx rolled her eyes at Jazz's outburst as the red head trudged to her room.

It was at about that moment that Jett burst in through the front door. Jazz had approved for her to stay back late after school but Kayden hadn't exactly been told why. All Jett had done was shrug evasively and say that he'd find out later.

"So I spoke to Chelsea," she started casually as she strolled in, plonking down on the couch next to Kayden.

The words seemed to summon Jazz back and she poked her head out of the corridor to listen carefully.

"And," Kayden prompted distractedly as he tried to split his attention between his homework and Jett.

"She was the last one to see Amelia."

The words caused Kayden to completely abandon his work, knowing that there wasn't any way that he'd be able to concentrate from there on. He had guessed that that was the case, especially with Chelsea's reluctance to talk about what happened. Though, he really hoped that Chelsea didn't see anything too horrific, for both her and Amelia's sakes.

"So she saw what happened to her?"

Jett nodded "apparently, they were walking home together when Amelia was approached by a guy she seemed to recognise. They spoke a little and he convinced her to leave somewhere with him."

Kayden frowned a little at the vagueness, he had expected something more than just... that. "Did she say what the guy looked like? Or where they were going? Why was she so reluctant to tell us?" Kayden fired, needing the rest of the story. Chelsea normally wasn't the type of person to withhold information, especially when it could help someone out. It didn't make sense to want to keep the information from others. There had to be something more.

Jett sighed, "she felt guilty."

"What? Why?"

"Because for a split second Amelia looked as if she didn't want to go, she even turned to Chelsea with that kind of 'help me out' look. And Chelsea still let her go," she explained with a grimace.

Kayden mimicked her expression. That would definitely be something that Chelsea would never forgive herself for. Especially if they failed to bring Amelia back unharmed.

"Did she tell you anything that would actually be useful in tracking these people?" Jazz asked from the where she was leaning causally against the living room wall, "I mean, not to be a pessimist or anything but the phrases 'a guy' and 'a place' really aren't helpful."

"Well," Jett started as she pulled out her phone, "it just so happens that Chelsea snapped a picture of him."

Kayden raised his eyebrows at the nonchalance in her tone. "I know that this photo is really helpful and all," he started at Jett fiddled around with the device to bring up the image "but who takes photos of people they've just met?" He asked, evidently confused.

Jinx, who had been listening intently from the kitchen, laughed at the look on his face. "Haven't you ever taken a sneaky picture of a cute guy? Or just someone you thought looked familiar?"

Kayden raised his eyebrows at her careless tone but didn't comment.

Instead he turned his attention to the newly brought up picture on Jett's phone. A guy who didn't seem much more than three years older than Kayden was towering over the junior girl who was looking up at him with a nervous smile. He looked like a generic fuckboy with his dumb smirk and snapback. Or maybe Kayden's perspective was a little tainted by the fact that he knew he had kidnapped a minor.

"Oh my gosh, how old is that guy? 20?" Jinx suddenly commented from behind them, causing Kayden to jump slightly.

"Looks like it," Jett muttered in distaste as she stared at the picture, eyebrows knitted together.

"We really need to have more advocacy to protect teenage girls from sleazy guys in their twenties," Jazz said in disgust from where she had materialised next to Jinx, scrunching her nose up and shaking her head. "I mean, honestly, there's a reason they can't get with girls their own age and have to target younger ones."

"Is he wearing some sort of work uniform?" Jett questioned, bringing the conversation back to something that would actually help them.

Jinx plucked the phone out of Jett's finger tips, "I'm not quite sure," she replied, biting her lip and squinting at the screen.

"Run some scans on the picture, see if he shows up on any databases," Jett commanded, running her fingers through her hair as she leaned back into the cushions of the couch. She rubbed her temples with an annoyed exhale.

"Got it boss," Jinx replied with a cheeky wink as she practically skipped out of the room.

Jazz stayed put for a few seconds, observing Jett's exhausted exterior. "I got some more Tylenol, you look like you need it. Just don't take any more than recommended, I'll be in our room if you need me."

Kayden waited a few seconds, watching the relaxed planes of Jett's features before asking "who exactly were you guys assigned to kill anyway?"

"We weren't given a specific person to target. We were just told to find the ring leader and dispose of him," Jett replied back simply, "but I'll kill whoever I have to if I find out that any harm has come to those girls."

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