Chapter 8: Decisions

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Dana sat, legs crossed, on a black leather armchair.

Cubby had called for an urgent meeting.

It had been three days since Eddie was taken. Scott and Cubby had had a series of meetings, of content that he could not discuss with Dana at the present time.

Beside Dana sat the messy unshaven Scott and opposite them sat Cubby, the exact opposite of Scott, wearing a suit and tie, clean-shaven and neat.

Cubby declared the date, names and meeting number to the recorder.

Cubby looked at Dana.

" Since Eddie's ... disappearance, Scott and I have been trying to find out whether the kidnapping was related to our mission," began Cubby.

Probably, finding that Dana was not saying anything he looked at Scott. Scott only rubbed his eyes and shrugged his shoulders.

Cubby continued, " So, here's what I think. We will continue with our mission and ... "

There was a loud bang. Dana lifted her stinging hand from the table. She stared at Robert.

" What do you mean? " Dana asked Robert, looking at him dead in the eye.

" Eddie is perfectly able to take care of herself. She is one of our best-trained assassins."

" So, we're just going to ignore her disappearance, as though nothing has happened."

Dana's voice was low and menacing.

" Yes," Robert replied. " I think that it is for the best."

Dana formed her hand into a fist and held it close to her mouth.

What in the world was he thinking? Dana thought.

" For the mission, I thought that you and Scott could go. And in the meantime, I will find you a new partner. Robert gave an innocent smile, and at another time Dana would have fallen deeper in love, but now was not the time.

She stood up, and left the room, slamming the door behind her.

She stood outside in the hall with her hands on her hips.

Maybe, I could find out about Eddie myself. Yeah. This is definitely related to the mission, so I'll be able to find out more, she thought.

Dana nodded affirmatively and threw open the doors of the office.

She walked up to Robert's desk and slammed her hand on it, ignoring the pain that had been ignited due to her earlier outburst.

" When do we begin? "

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