I'll Be Waiting

Prologue

The office was quiet, that is except for the crackling fire in the hearth. Two men sat across each other, both were in elegant suits. Both held their head high and their noses up. Yet one sat in a big leather chair and looked down at the other who sat in the guest chair.  Another man stood next to the boss, he was what you called the boss's right hand man.

After years in the gang he had been able to gain the boss's approval if not his trust. This was all after he had begun at the young age of fifteen as a dealer. Now, almost two decades later, at the age if thirty-four, he had no regrets on how he had gotten to his position. Not even leaving his son was enough to make him feel the smallest amount of guilt.

The man in the guest chair cleared his throat. "Anya she was caught, thrown in a cell."

The boss watched the guest carefully. He vaguely wondered how he could have made such a great mistake, and then he remembered he didn't. This guest had, because he had been charged with watching over Anya's progress as a leader."The Arke branch has been shut down?"

The guest nodded and the boss clicked his tongue three times. "That just will not do." The Arke branch, while small was an important barrier or buffer in the line between The Grounder's territory and that of their opposition. "Colton."

The man who throughout the conversation had remained silent stepped forward. "Yes Mr. Heath?"

Mr. Heath grinned, he was already planning something."You will be working with Mr. Sierra to free and or rebuild the Arke branch." Colton nodded and went back to his place in the shadows, his dark eyes and his slick, black hair helped him blend in. Mr. Heath looked back at Mr. Sierra waiting for a reaction.

If Mr. Sierra agreed Mr. Heath would think he was spineless and as unfit as his sister to lead the Arke Branch. If Mr. Sierra argued Heath would think him to be trouble and would have to let him go like Sierra's father was let go a while back. There seemed to be no correct reaction or response, but Mr. Sierra found one.

"Very well," Mr. Sierra said. Heath raised an inquisitive eyebrow, correctly  sensing more to come."Although I ask for one thing in return."

Heath folded his hands on the desk and leaned forward ready to hear what Sierra had to say."Go on."

"The group who set up my sister," he began calmly yet firmly at the same time. "I want them captured."

Heath considered it for sometime having it clear in his mind that if he said yes, they wouldn't be the only kids hunted. They already needed to find a certain six. Although, these six kids were also being hunted by Colton,  adding a few more wouldn't be an issue."What are their names?"

Sierra cleared his throat."Clarke Griffin."
Heath nodded."Camilo Cortez." Another nod. "John Miller." Once more, Heath nodded in response."And, Bellamy Blake."

There was no nod this time, and Heath froze. "Any relation to The Bastian Blake?"

Sierra sighed already having known this question was going to be asked. "We are unsure, but what's left of the branch is searching to check whether or not there is any connection between the two."

Heath nodded. Bastian Blake, he thought to himself. Is it possible that you have more descendants than I thought?

"Although," Sierra said drawing Heath's attention back to the conversation."He has formed a part of The Grounders before." Heath glared at Sierra as he continued."Blake did well with guns, our best sharp shooter."

"What about without guns?" Heath asked, mentally comparing the information he had of this Blake with the information he had of Bastian.

"Great at hand to hand combat," Sierra sighed."The best for his rank, and most likely for the rank above his."

Hearing this sparked a memory in Heath's brain."Is he the one with the sister?" Sierra raised an eyebrow "The one who shot the Mayor, Jaha."

Mr. Sierra nodded in response. Bellamy Blake had made himself quite the name in The Grounders, from the first day he had joined to the last day he had formed a part of the group. At first it was as a newbie, the next as one of the best recruits. After he was considered an incredible member who possibly had the chance to catch the attention of important people. But, he had wanted an out. Soon he was known as a coward, a traitor for leaving and for not killing the Mayor. Now he was worse than a traitor, he was the reason a leader of theirs was in jail and and important branch was shut down, even if only temporarily.

"Tell your people I want a detailed report on Blake," Heath deadpanned.

"Will they still all be captured?" Sierra asked. He didn't care who this Blake was, he wanted to have him pay for what he did.

Heath nodded and stood."You have my word Artagis."

Artigas Sierra stood and held out a hand to Heath. Heath shook it. "Deal."

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