Legacy (Completed)

Chapter 11

I breathed out a huff of breath as we sat quietly in the elevator. I shifted the box in my hands, my arms starting to burn from the long amount of time I had been holding it. I hope we get the day off. I am not riding on just two hours of sleep. The elevator hummed as it moved along the track to the HQ. Next to me Ren fidgeted, moving his jacket around. He kept wrestling with it, shoving his hand into the side. Without looking at him, I jerked the box to the side.

"Give it over," I spoke tiredly, jostling the box again to prompt him. He froze, looking down at the box before looking at me.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he tried saying innocently. I rolled my head over to him, trying to send him the most dead look I could give him. He stared at me for a bit before looking down and sheepishly pulling at the stray bomb he tried to sneak into his jacket. He hesitantly set it in the box, a pained noise slipping out his throat.

"This is why we can't have nice things," I sighed out tiredly, the door opening as the elevator stopped moving. I left it without any cues from Ren.

"I know for a fact that I am a very nice thing," I heard Ren grumble out behind me. I couldn't be bothered to respond to his comment, moving around the DLO and finding it surprisingly empty. A lone person stood on the lower level, hands sprawled out and looking over some documents projected on a screen.

"Director," I called out, bringing his attention to us, and more specifically, the box I was holding.

"Are these the bombs you found from your mission?" he asked rhetorically, gesturing for me to place them on the table. I tried not to sigh in relief once the box left my grasp. The director pulled one out of the box, turning the device around as he analyzed it.

"Military," he mused, turning it around a few more times. "I'll have forensics take a closer look to see where it came from. I also sent in a clean up squad to take care of the workers you two saved. They should be fine by the time the day is over." He glanced over to me. "Get some rest, Mullen. We'll have you rest for a few hours in the medical bay. You look like shit."

"Thanks, Director," I answered, not specifically towards anything he said. "Where's the medical bay?" The director pointed the way to me, and I passed out as soon as I flopped onto a cot.

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My feet were propped up on the desk in front of me, an apple resting in my hand as I happily munched away at it. I received a few more hours of sleep, not feeling 100%, but definitely better than before.

After I had woken up, the director showed me to the area where I had my own things. Separate from the main circle where the activity happened, it was an open area, with multiple agents' desks stationed together. The directors office was situated behind us, and shades were drawn, blocking what was going on behind the closed door and walls.

My mind drifted to the aspects of the case, curious about Rizal and his goals. My thoughts continuously drifted back Ren every once and a while. I had to frequently shake him from my mind, getting back onto track thinking about the case.

But of course, when you think of the devil, he shall appear.

Ren sauntered his way into the room, his eyes instantly gravitating towards me situated comfortably at my desk. The agency worked quickly, I even had my own engraved placard with my name stuck at the front of my desk.

"Why are you always eating apples?" he questioned, a devious smile on his face. He sat on the edge of my desk, grabbing a spare apple I had on my desk and inspecting it. I narrowed my eyes at him suspiciously, finishing the bite I had in my mouth.

"Because an apple a day keeps the doctor away," I responded sarcastically, the real reason being that I just really enjoyed apples.

"An apple a day would keep anyone away if your threw it hard enough," he spoke smoothly, his eyes flicking up to me from where they were fixated on the fruit. My eyes widened as I quickly pulled my legs from my chair. I peeked onto his mind, seeing his plan.

"Don't you d-" I started, not finishing as he went to chuck the apple at me. I dove out of my chair, the apple narrowly missing me. Behind me, I heard the sound of glass splintering. I wiped my hair out my face to see an apple sized crack spotting one of the director's office windows.

"Are you crazy?!" I sputtered out, popping out from behind the desk. He pointed a finger at me.

"You took my preciouses away from me."

"Castellano. Office. Now," came the booming words from the director as he was standing partially outside the now opened door.

"It was her fault! She ducked," he tried placing the blame on me. I picked myself up from the ground, scowling at him as I brushed myself off and tossed my now ruined, half eaten apple into the waste bin next to me.

"Don't worry, with this smile, I can get away with anything." He passed my desk with a grin, getting ushered into the office. I couldn't help the feeling of it being like a principal's office, and we were the misbehaving students. I at least took the initiative to grab the assaulting apple and toss it into the trash can, staring at it sadly because it was going to be an apple gone uneaten.

As the silence continued and time passed, I re-situated myself back into my seat. Soon after, the door behind me opened, and I craned my neck around, so I could see what was going on.

"Jacquelineee," Lorenzo drawled out, crossing his arms with a smug smile. "Come in here, you're in trouuubleee." I froze. How did he manage to turn it around that it was my fault the apple cracked the glass?

I got up, folding my hands in front of me and awkwardly making my way into the director's room. It was fairly dim in there, blue over head lights lighting the room. In the middle was a circular table with a floating digital globe. Behind that, towards the opposite side of the room was a steel table with a built-in monitor. Behind sat a padded hover chair with the Director sitting in it.

"Don't listen to him, Agent Mullen, you're not in trouble." I relaxed at his words, sending him a relieved smile before punching Lorenzo in the shoulder. "I've called both of you in for a reason," he continued, changing the subject. The director tapped his table, the wall opening behind him to reveal a tv. On it displayed a picture of a business man and a building.

"Our leads of the devices take us to a business man by the name of Abel Carlson. He is the owner of a company that is known to create experimental weaponry for the government. The fact that Rizal had these bombs on him, shows that they were either stolen, or sold to him. We need you two to go talk to the CEO and find out what you can about what is going on."

I nodded my response quickly, not allowing Ren to speak as I dragged him from the office. "We'll be right on it, sir!"