Dullahan [ COMPLETED ]

Michaele Linetoa

Chapter 25: Michaele Linetoa

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All the informations we gathered finally fell into place when the following week came. And true to what Rezar had said, there was a small convention for medical students and doctors alike in the BCBCC building. A lot of people actually came and they were all the medical type.

All nineteen of us actually came, all following our plan. Even Maam Julie came, disguised as a nurse, and it suits her well too.

"So? How do I look?" Asked Patricia with a grin, twirling around to show us her lab coat.

"Is a scientist supposed to be here?"

"I'm a pharmacist now!"

"I'd still rather see John with the coat and glasses. You have to admit he looks like a real professor," I stated with a smirk.

So in the end, we had John dress up instead since he looks pretty convincing. The only problem is when he speaks. I mean, does he even know the first thing about doctor-y thingies?See, even I don't.

We entered the conference room with Duan, John, Penny, Klyde, Patricia and Teacher Julie. The rest had already scattered themselves within the room and even outside the hall.

The place wasn't as quiet as I thought it would be like in clinics and hospitals. But I guess that's what I hate about them- the silence. It's always there even if you don't need it.

"Did you all get the photo?" Asked Maam Julie.

We nodded. The photo she was referring to was the profile of our target- Michaele Lenitoa. He had slick-back black hair, rounded-glasses framing his hazel eyes and hard features. He looked like a really respectable man, just from the photo. But knowing that he has done some stealing here and there, that won't cut it.

And yes, I've been glaring at the photo in my phone for a while now.

Suddenly, I received a text from Julia.

"Guys, Michaele has been spotted," Klyde said.

Great, he read it before me.

"She's with Francis and Zaira, right?" I asked and looked around. And as I expected, they were at the top bleachers, keeping an eye on our target.

"Near the stage. Left wing."

My group and Angel's group (who were the nearest to the stage) immediately headed to it. We stopped when we caught side of each other. Maam Julie nodded at the other group rounded the stage.

"There he is." Penny pointed out.

We turned to our right and saw a stall selling old medical items, and there stood the guy: Michaele Lenitoa, in his glory of unseen and stolen medical goods.

"And there's the head!"

Situated at the back of the pile was the Headless Rider's head in a glass cylinder, eyes closed, almost too peaceful.

"Bingo." I let out a smirk and then eyed on Angel's group at the other side.

She raised her hand to give out a signal to the rest of the groups in the bleachers and it thoroughly means that we're making a move.

"Shall we go?" Asked Klyde with a wide smirk, already stepping towards it.

We didn't need to answer so we followed him. As soon as we were infront of the stall, with John up front, and our back-up group pretending to loiter behind us, Michaele gave a smile.

"Welcome sir," He stated in a foreign accent.

I raised a brow in question. He's a foreigner?

"Good day to you," Maam Julie replied and stepped beside John, "My aprentices and I couldn't help but notice this quaint stall you have here,"

"I'm glad you have noticed. I have a wide variety of selections here,"

"We're also collectors," John stated.

"Oh! I see, I see! That's great. Please feel free to look around!"

Patricia gave an thumbs-up at John and we followed them to look around the table. Of course so as not to arouse suspicion, we pretended to look around, picking up items to examine them oh so 'interestingly'.

On cue, Duan had pointed at his decapitated head, smirking slightly to hide his impatient self, "Hey, what's this?"

"Oh, that's a relic from Poland. It is said to be a head of a young boy who can see the future,"

Duan scowled and so did we, "You mean a Headless Rider?"

Michaele's face stiffened, eyes staring at us disbelievingly before readjusting his glasses in a calmer air, "Are you interested in it?"

"How much?"

"3 million."

Oh my gosh. Look at Duan's face. It's all contorted and pissed. I mean who wouldn't be? His legendary head is being sold for just 3 million!

Michaele once again spoke, "How did you know it was a Dullahan's head?"

"Why'd you try to hide it with a lame story?" Retorted John, crossing his arms, "This guy would've figured it out even if you make the best excuse there is."

"This guy?" Michaele's gaze landed on Duan's scowling face, "A fanatic collector or something?"

It looks like Duan snapped cuz his eyes went wide and he took a step forward, "That's my head you're selling!"

Michaele's face twisted into confusion, "You're not headless. Don't joke around,"

"I am not!" His arm extended and the familiar shadow things emerged from it, immediately circling the bewildered man's neck.

"Now hand it over." Duan's face was stern and his voice was as cold as it.

Michaele smirked and stepped back, pulling the shadow strings away from his neck, "Ah. I knew you were him the moment you stepped in."

We all became stiff, just from his mere smirk. We really can't let our guard doen just yet.

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TBC