The Missing Ace

Chapter 6

"How has your work been going?" IB called Camille a few days after her (indirect) encounter with Myers. During lunch on that day, Camellia handed her a (self made and tattered) contract to sign, agreeing to all of the terms and conditions that applied to it, in which most wouldn't think about it a second time. But the Russian took full notice of them, as she needed to stay on the safe end of the board if she wants to remain undercover as a spy. As soon as she had signed, she was added to a group chat which was named 'Secret Soviet'. When she questioned the name, Camellia commented that it was "originally supposed to be 'Secret Garden', but Ethan didn't like the garden part of it, so he changed it to 'Soviet' instead."

"Don't even get me started!" Camille hissed at IB. "That asshole is starting to be a pain in the ass ever since I had to join some club they have of their own!" She ranted. "Ufu, that's when it starts to get fun... I've heard that Ethan is in such a club." IB teased. She growled. "What's your reason for calling me? I can get the job done without your jokes." She assured. "You are a spy for me, as of now. So I'm only curious of the situation now." IB added. Camille scoffed, walking over to her desk that was piled with her paperwork. "He won't remember what he had done to earn this." She growled. "All because he thought that he was better!" She slammed her fist onto the table. "Ekaterina..." she hissed. "Who is Ekaterina?" IB asked.

"What's it to you?" She growled. "Ekaterina used to be my daughter. Until she was kidnapped by someone. I have yet to find her..." There was a pause. "I had never been so devastated since the loss of my wife." IB commented. Camille pursed her lips. She had never knew a mother's love until she was 4, when she took apprenticeship of CtR. Yes, that's right... she remembered. When she was four, she had snuck into her father's office and stole a peek into his pitch black file and saw a number under the name 'CtR'. Curious, she dialed that number and had made her first step into the underworld.

"I'll see you by 30th December then, да?" IB asked. Camille sighed. "Да." She breathed into the phone and he hung up. She threw her phone onto her bed as she sat at her desk. She glanced up to a photo of a tall woman with short light blonde hair and soft blue eyes carrying her younger self. "Should I give Calina a call?" She asked herself when she felt a hungry aura coming close. Camille turned to her doorway and saw Allen walk past her room. "Al?" She called. The brunette stopped and backtracked. "Yes babe?" He asked, adjusting his dark blood red coat. "Where are you going?" She asked. Allen pulled out a knife with an intricate design on the blade and handle from inside of his sleeve. "Hunting. There's some vermin I need to get rid of." He grinned, coming into her room and planted a kiss on her forehead.

"I'll be back late." He breathed and hurried out. "Stay safe!" Camille called to him before she turned to another phone that sat in the corner of her desk. She reached out to it and called a familiar number. Almost immediately, the receiver picked it up. "Ah! Katushka! It's so rare for you to call me again!" A cheery premiddle-aged voice spoke. "How has my baby been?" She asked. Camille let out a small chuckle. "Calina, I'm fine." The Russian assured. "Do you still want the cookies I usually bake for you children? I can send them over from St Petersburg!" Calina continued. "Mom, please," she begged, "I'm not five anymore." Camille groaned. The woman giggled. "I'm having early breakfast with my darling and adorable Брат!" She added. "Сестра! That's just embarrassing!" Someone else whined from a distance away.

"Oh hush Vanya! Can't you see I'm on the phone, talking to my daughter? So rude! Even after you had a business call and hushed me!" Calina scolded. "Сестра, could you not call me that anymore? It's really embarrassing..." The person nicknamed 'Vanya' complained. Camille smiled behind  the receiver. Папа used to be childish when I was around...