Crash Landing [✓]

07

Chapter Seven | ARE YOU ACHING FOR MORE OF ME?

I decided I could no longer sleep after staring at the dubious looking closet opposite to me — since my mind was replaying certain scenes of the Conjuring — and mildly considered popping into Milo's room to see if he was by any chance awake. That, and I had an itch to see what he slept in.

Grey sweatpants perhaps, oh yes. Or boxers.

I knew he'd most likely be awake, with that worrisome and precarious expression scrawled over his face. The expression which surfaced after we'd sat by the lake the morning after our night out, digesting Zachari's words.

It was cold where we were, surrounded by mountains. We didn't stray so far, it was just so that we could have a breather among the icy coolness, while we faced the obstacles in the way in dismantling the Vipers' plans.

After Zachari had revealed the bad news to us, he had then said he'd find a solution no matter the cost and had gone to the local pet store in the evening as a means to act like nothing had happened.

Why he needed to go to a pet store to sort things out, I had no clue.

Milo had avoided me as much as he could, I didn't know why. But I felt awkward, knowing the reason was because of what had happened at the bar. He clearly regretted it, but I didn't. Not one little bit, it just made me yearn for him so much more.

That evening after returning from the pet store, Zachari served us with more news. His mastermind self had finally cracked the chips (though he never told us how and with the help of who) and found some solid answers and by no means, news of positivity to our dismay.

"The microchips you stole from Julian dude, they contain one heck of a contingency plan of the ultimate assassinations of every Agent, Officer, heck Secretary who's assisted taken down any of the Viper's. We both know how many of them have been killed in the hands of the Espionage, and now the newly reformed Vipers want revenge.

They're playing you and everyone involved in the field at your own game. The files they stole off the Espionage were of any person in custody there, and the plan was to find them and break them out, we know that already. But the sim, the chip you stole, the one that belonged to him?

Let me enlighten you —I've just found out that alongside Mario Toledo, Pablo Rhodes, Park Jun and Younis Maliki —who've all been broken out successfully. There's bigger plans brewing. Mario isn't even one to worry about, when you think about it, Julian is now in the drivers seat. They're the best of all the members, the best of the criminals from any group of known terrorists. All at Julian's command. But what does Julian need them for? And what do you get when you put it all together?

Cold, bloody revenge. And they're coming after everyone, this chip contains every government official who's made them mad.

It's a hit list Godamnit. A hit list of people they're after to kill— and I can't help feeling there's a personal vendetta."