The Alpha's Assassins

Chapter 23

We found some business shoes in the corner of the room on a shoe rack as we walked in. I squeezed large amounts of toothpaste in all the shoes. I went over to his desk, piles and piles of paperwork were stacked to one side. Man I'm so dead after this. Sophie took the cling film and wrapped it around the desk chair like a mummy. No one could sit on it there were so many layers.  His paperwork looked to plain and dull, so I nicked a marker pen from a pot in the desk and drew smiley faces all over the top piece. With the rest, I drew bottoms, more faces and a few had our symbol dotted all over the writing. I even muddled up the papers so they were in a random order. I left them in a neat stack and looked at the computer screen. I got some paper towels and stuck them all over the screen with some sellotape. When I looked at Sophie, she had gotten the floss and was tying all the utensils from the desk into one massive ball. I laughed at her work, part of his telephone hanging loose. I looked back at Aiden's desk, this was an opportunity I wasn't going to miss. The first draw was full of paper, the second was empty and the third one was locked. There had to be something important in there for it to be locked.
"Sophie we need to find a key. If you were hiding something important in that draw, where would you put the key?" I asked, scanning the floor.
I lifted the corner of the rather ugly rug flopped under his desk, nothing there.
"Um, I'd probably hide it inside something." She said, in deep thought.
"Well, you've wrapped up
most of the objects from his desk. It could have been inside one of them." I gave her a blunt face.
"Then.. that obviously means he won't be able to get inside that draw either" she said, glancing over to the paperwork I graffitied on.
A smile traced her lips, "Ella see that stapler, how many staples are left?
I'm thinking we could staple all those papers together!" Sophie said pointing at a small black stapler in the end of the desk. I grabbed it and opened it. To my surprise, a small silver key was laying on top of the thin staples.  I took the key and gave Sophie the stapler, I am so intrigued to know what is inside that draw. I crouched and inserted the key. It went in perfectly and I clocked it to the right. I looked back at Sophie, she was staring at the draw waiting curiously to see what's inside.
With a small tug, the draw opened. Laying inside was a hand gun, a box of bullets and a small black book. I must say, I am a little disappointed not to find a stash of money or a heap of gold, but I guess the gun will come in handy. I picked up the pistol and gave it to Sophie, who inspected it immediately. I pulled out the black book, it was thick and made of leather. Untying it I turned the front page, in bold letters 'Threats and the Deceased'.

Confused and curious I turned the next few pages. Each page had a small photograph of a person with lots of writing lined underneath. They were files, an account of each person who are wanted or a threat to this pack. There was so much dirt about many people, some of who I recognised. I kept flicking through the pages, coming across photos with red lines sketched across them, titled Deceased above each photo. These accounts were of people, hunters, criminals who all were a threat to this pack. I even recognised three hunters who we worked with a few years back, crossed out with red inc. I kept turning pages, horrified at how many they had killed. I came near to the end of the book, where there was one final chapter, titled 'Targets'.

Slowly I turned the page, photos of hunter symbols stuck to the pages. Writing about each person, saying who they work for, how many they've killed, even details of their career life was informed. I was about to close the book, this pack is more sick then I thought. No wonder so many hunters have died here, this pack knows their weaknesses and use that against them. However as I shut the book, a thin blue piece of ribbon was dangling out of the bottom. I pulled at the book mark and opened the exact pages it was marking. My face froze, my eyes widened and I felt Sophie look down at me.  Written and stuck in two pages with the title 'Targets' was a picture of our symbol and our faces stuck to the paper. Our faces were covered by our masks but you can still see our eyes. How? These photos were in secret files back at Hunter HQ?

"Sophie?...." I trailed, nothing to say through my confusion.

"Take it." She said instantly.

"Take it and they won't remember us being in there" she exclaimed.

I took one last look at the book before snapping it shut and tucking it into the inside pocket of my black, leather jacket. Now I'm hyper alerted. This pack aren't as stupid as they seem and pissing them off will be a huge mistake on our behalf. And that's the mistake we've just made. When those werewolves find themselves with missing eyebrows and cream smothering their faces, we'll be the first names in the blame game.