The Real Villian

Year: 4055; Day: 283

{Song of the chapter: R.I.P. 2 My Youth - The Neighborhood}

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There was still no lead on Javi or Cassi. With each passing hour, my anxiety and stress levels grew a tad more. Lake was doing great keeping me at bay, but I found myself fiddling with various nameless devices and documents in order to bide time.

"I just don't understand where they could be," I mumbled to myself, annoyingly pacing through the room.

Lake, sat on my bed, said, "Maybe Greon already has them. But, plot twist, maybe they're sitting in a luxurious Port having tea with the man."

My head snapped towards him with a dark glare. "That's not funny!"

A corner of his lips twitched up. "Way to be a mood kill, sweetheart."

"Shush! Shut up! I need to think." With a frustrated sigh, I sped up my pacing through the room. Javi, where would Javi go? We already knew he didn't go back home. To be fair, that was a smart decision on his part. It'd make things harder for Greon, but it also made things copiously harder for me as well.

And Cassi-- galaxies, I had no clue where Cassi would have gone off to. It would--

"Wait!" I exclaimed, my chest filling with hope. "Trackers! They have trackers. Satellites above, how did I forget about those?"

"Oh, yeah."

I rolled my eyes and rushed into my office room. Leaping into my seat, I grabbed the first gramlet I saw and foraged through it. Trackers, trackers, there had to be something about trackers in here. Upon finding absolute nihility, I grasped my comm and pulled up the Authority guard Heye Jaylo.

"Yes, Queen?" the famaliar, yet still robotic voice, greeted me.

"How do you access the tracking software?" I asked, not daring to waste a second of time.

She paused for a moment. "Uh, Queen, I have no idea. Only yourself should know about it... The last President should have told you all about those things. Did he not?"

I frowned. "No."

"Oh. That's no good."

I snapped, "No! It isn't. Do you have any information or not?"

"Uh, I don't really," she faltered. "Um. Maybe you could find D. Landon, our previous President. He could help you."

My lips tightened, and I hardly weighed the option. It wasn't even an option, I couldn't see D. Landon again. Not after... Not after what happened with Maxt. Knots formed in my stomach just thinking about him. I should've let him live. I should've talked to him. I should've...

"No," I hissed, "that's not going to happen."

"Then Queen, I don't know what to tell you."

Mumbling some vivid words under my breath, I told her, "Fine. You are disposed of. I will have another guard execute you. You've been nothing but aggravating."

"Wait, Your--"

I cut off the conversation with the push of a button, and searched for another Authority guard. Randomly choosing one, I put the comm up to my ear. "Hello?"

"Your Highness! How can I help you?" a girl's sweet voice like candy said.

"I need you to dispose of H. Jaylo. And do you by any chance have information on tracking citizens?"

"U-um," the girl stammered. "No, Your Highness, and I don't think I'm the right person to be doing an execution..." Her tone held fear beyond comprehension.