Legacy (Completed)

Chapter 30

I've never seen the people at the agency move so quickly in their lives. People sprinted back and forth, talking on bluetooths and carrying files. The screens flashed between pages as the people on the computers speedily typed to track the information we found. Codes flew across.

We had been here for two hours. The computer people claimed that's Rizal had set up a firewall that was hard to penetrate, and it would take a bit to break through. I stayed by the director's side, gnawing on my lip as my eyes scanned over the scene. Ren was stationed on the ground, throwing an apple of mine into the air and catching it. It was obvious he was bored out of his mind, which I couldn't understand in a moment like this.

"I've chosen to ignore him in situations like this," the director started, drawing my attention away from the screens. "He always get like this. He can't stand not having action when we're so close."

Ren shot us a glare from his spot, catching the apple. He threw the apple at me, which I caught, taking a bite out of it.

"Now you've lost your toy to keep you busy," I teased, chewing on the piece. His face went blank as he stared at me.

"Not really," he responded vaguely, still staring intently. I glanced away, knowing what he was referring to.

"We have it!" a person behind a computer screamed, standing up quickly. They splayed their fingers out in front of their computer, swiping to the monitors. Across all of them a map spiraled in, zooming in to an abandoned building in a district near the weather control boundary. Ren jumped up from the ground, reaching for a vest that was next to me.

"Get the agents together. We're going to rush it. Arrest anyone you see in the house. We are not giving him the opportunity of us forgetting about him. People we remember after walking away we let go. I know it's supposed to be abandoned, but we don't know for sure how many people might be inside. Let's go!" He spun his finger quickly, grabbing for his own vest.

"What about me? What do you want me to do?" I asked, hopping to attention.

"You're staying here," Ren stayed, coming around to stand next to the director. My mouth unhinged as I stared at him in disbelief.

"I've been a part of this investigation! I deserve to be there when you catch him!" I argued, crossing my arms as I glared at the two males.

"You choked," Ren growled, his eyes narrowing at me. "You choked when you were being shot at by a hitman. I don't want to imagine what you'd do when you come face to face with the person that actually shot you."

I tried to think of something to argue with. I did, but he was right. I had messed up. I wasn't planning to, but it just hit me randomly. He noticed I didn't argue back, nodding his head and turning to the director.

"Let's get going." I was left standing by myself. I sighed, looking down at the ground. Disappointment in myself washed over me. After everything I'd been through, and this is where I get left.

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REN'S POV
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Director Jamison was not going lightly on this operation, not that he should. With two entrances on either side of the house, a team of ten agents were stationed to either door. Each of us was armed with an assault rifle, red dots and flashlights attached. We all had a connected line through our Bluetooths.

"We go in in two minutes," the director whispered over the line. "I'm checking with the techs to make sure the signal is still here." The line cut, and my group sat around. Hushed whispers murmured in the air. It was close to 3 pm.

"He's still here. Let's go in." At once both teams moved in, pinching Rizal in the house. We stayed quiet, our attachments lighting the inside like a light show. Once the main floor was covered, the other team motioned for us to go upstairs, and they would take the subfloor.

My group leader nodded, gesturing for us to head up the stairs. The steps creaked as we stalked up them. I could already imagine Jac losing her mind at the silence and suspense. I wouldn't want her here anyways. She could get hurt. Again.

Our team broke off into teams of two, scanning multiple rooms at once. We made sure to check any place a adult man could hide: the closet, bathroom, bath, shower, under the bed.

Everything was empty. I growled under my breath, annoyed with the situation that was presented to us. Where was he?

We left the room, waiting out in the hall as the rest of my team slowly emerged from their words. Everyone muttered their own "Clear". My stomach churned. Had he alluded us again? The techs had said he was here.

A shout went up from the other team. Without even a glance, we all collectively thundered down the stairs, our heads on swivels as we rushed the downstairs. A man was in cuffs. Uncertainty washed over me. What if it wasn't him? What if this was some person that he planted and we tracked the wrong person.

All of my doubts washed away as his eyes scanned over us, his eyes landing specifically on me.

"I suppose since you're alive, the bitch isn't dead either," he sneered. Blinding fury rose in me, my chest burning as I stepped forward, drawing my fist back and decking him as hard as I could on the face. His face snapped to the side, but a grin rested on his mouth as he turned to look back at me. I was pulled back by other agents who scolded me.

"Looks like I hit a nerve. Not like your remember it," he teased, agents hauling him past me and up the stairs. I stayed, staring at the place where he had once stood as my breaths heaved.

Why was I so mad? I turned back around, watching the agents carrying a man in handcuffs. Was that him? I heard someone call the cuffed man's name, a grin stretching over my face.

We finally caught Rizal.