My Biggest Secret

Chapter 7: Friends (Delta)

The blond girl slowly retracted her hand, her face contorting as she tried to hide her shock. I guessed that rich kids aren't used to rejection, but something told me that there was more to her shock.

I leaned back against the wall and crossed my arms. Rather than squirming and leaving like most people do around me, Lydia appeared undaunted and barrelled on, "I saw your interview. Good job freaking out that old creep."

My eyes flicked over her form, assessing her, before locking on the door. I wanted out of there so badly. I don't take well to being surrounded by useless people, I much prefer my fights and alone time. Maybe I could get some fun out of toying with this girl, she seemed to be the kind of person who would quickly blow up in your face if shaken wrong. Too bad that I am at my best when others are on their way down.

"So where abouts do you live?"

Redirecting my focus, I caught sight of what looked like faint scars running haphazardly up, down and across the girl's arms. Scars like that cannot be intentionally inflicted, they are always earned through battle or misconduct.

Hardening my expression, I stared into her face, daring her to say more, to give me some clue about her life. I had a feeling that she was important and I can't ignore that feeling.

"Do you not like talking? Anyway, have you tried any of the muffins yet? They are delicious. And did you see those pies? They look-"

"Poisoned." I couldn't help but interject on that one. For the most part, I just wanted her to shut up or get onto something important; however, on the other side of the coin I thought her reaction would be funny.

Horror flickered across her face, "P-poisoned? Why would you think that?"

"Innocent prey." I held up a small container filled with greenish powder. That was the end of that conversation.

The silence stretched on for a few seconds; the background noises of excited and bored teenagers coming to the forefront. At least it was silent until Lydia burst at the seams from waiting to ask me a dangerous question, "You like the murder and mystery aspects of life, right?"

I gave her no answer, but she was determined. Every time I failed to answer she took it in stride as a sign to continue talking.

"Well then surely you've heard of Jack Wills. What do you think of him?" Lydia seemed casual enough, and in today's time it was an innocent enough question.

However, that question rang in my head, the pieces falling into place like a puzzle. This girl, Lydia , was connected to Jack Wills. The Jack Wills that I was chasing down to kill. All of the things I had noticed about her finally made sense. Jack Wills, it appears as though your associate has faltered.

The only thing left to do was to get in her head and watch the cogs turn. Time for me to go to work, "He's that coward who took out that trafficking group earlier this week, right?"

"Coward? Why do you think he's a coward?" Her voice was rigid and well contained, but it was easy to see that she was annoyed. I guess someone is a little protective of their boss.

"He never shows his face, he picks on the weak and probably relies on some dopey 'friends' to support him the rest of the time."

Bringing my gaze back from the pool table, where things were getting violent, I noticed Lydia's face: a dark canvas of hatred and disgust. To think that I was only just getting started.

"You clearly know nothing about the situation. You should keep your judgements to yourself in-"

Lydia was interrupted when a tall blonde boy threw his arm around her shoulder and pulled her in for a one armed hug, "Aw, my little sister is making new friends. How cute!"

For a split second, Lydia looked happy to see him, then she seemed registered the fact that this boy had just interrupted her, "If we weren't in public, I would so squish you right now! Don't interrupt me while I'm talking."

The boy smirked and turned to face me. Using his free hand he gave a clumsy salute, "Sir Jason Bead at your service. Who are you?"

The same hand was held out to me, but rather than taking his hand I looked into his face. He looked almost identical to Lydia, and it was obvious that they were more than comfortable with each other.

Suddenly, Jason was shoved across the room. Lydia brushed off her hands and shrugged, "Sorry about the dork. You know how brothers can be."

Her words were lost to me as I pushed myself off the wall and leaned down to whisper in her ear, "Please take my advice and set up arrangements with these men for your brother. He's going to need them soon."

Slipping the two fragments of paper into her hand, I straightened up. Over Lydia's head I caught sight of Phillip standing by the door. I walked out of the room without looking at either of them as I passed.

Phillip huffed and jogged to catch up with me. He turned towards me triumphantly, "Was that a friend I saw you make? Are you sure that you are Delta?"

"Not friend, a suspect."

Phillip's whole demeanour changed. He wasn't going to tease me now, he wanted to know how the case was going to end. "So you think that was him?"

"The boy?" I scoffed, "No. The girl knows Wills."

"What?! Please tell me you didn't try to piss her off!"

Phillip's constantly changing personality always gave me a headache. He could never figure out how to react to what I told him, or didn't tell him. My lack of answer told him enough in this case, "What did you do?"

Ignoring my pestering boss, I hopped into his car and leaned back in the seat. Surely those notes would be enough to gain reaction from that girl. From my observations she was a very changeable with many things that could tick her off. All I could hope was that I hit the right nerves.

The engine started. Phillip had finally decided that it was time to give up and leave.

I allowed the motion of the car to lull me to sleep. The ride felt shorter this time, or maybe I was just more tired. Either way when I woke up we were idling outside of the office.

Phillip turned to face me, "Please tell me what you did to her."

"All I did was give her some advice." It was obvious that Phillip didn't trust my answer, but that was no concern of mine. "I'm going to use the gym. Don't disturb me. I'll find a way home later."

"No more bus jacking. Or car stealing."

I rolled my eyes and entered the building. Overall the building was rather small in contrast to those around it, but the space inside was huge. There were very few offices in the building, so most of them were up front and around the outside wall in order to portray an innocent appearance.

Through the maze of tight corridors and large egos is my favourite place. Away from all of the untrusting glares was the weapon chamber and training centre. A large gym where one could train on anything they could ever want to use.

The only problems I ever there were the other agents. Thankfully only one other person ever trained after dark and they never bothered me.

Being able to use my muscles again felt amazing. I worked my way through punching bags, obstacle courses, weight machines and whatever else was in my way. By the time I was done, the sky had begun to lighten and clouds were growing on the horizon.

I wiped my face with a towel and headed down the hallway to talk with Phillip. If I was lucky, I would be able to take an armload of weapons home. After all of mine were wearing out from me treating them so poorly.

"Phillip?" I pushed open the door to his office. After they discovered that Phillip was pretty much incompetent when it came to field work, they let him become a supervisor, so he got one of the fancy offices. "Phillip!"

Usually he answers me when I call. Maybe he went home at some point last night, but the smell of the room begged to differ.

It smelt like blood.