I left Will at the hospital. He's still unconscious when I sent him. Told the nurse to send him home after he healed and gave them his address. I was about to go home when I remembered,
"I don't have a bloody house anymore because of that wanker I helped."
I could have kicked him in the bollocks if I wasn't merciful. I calmed myself down and drove off to my safe house. Which is exactly bellow my burnt house. I haven't got the time to plan the architecture okay, don't you dare judge me.
I parked 5 blocks away, so that no one tracks me. Especially Will's guys. With their typical Black coats and predictable black Sedan. Aren't black Sedans usually used among lawyers? I have no clue.
Walked my way to my ash house. Found a door under my bed. Opened it after keyed in the pin. Climbed down the ladder, wandering down the isle to another door, keyed in another pin, accessing me to my real safe house. The tunnel was just an exaggeration. I love secret passage ways, you know. It's fun!
Any-who, I twisted the doorknob and pushed the door. The scent of old books and the sound of the old wooden door makes my heart feel peaceful. I went to the first floor to my working place. There is where all my researches are taking place. Mission W. My new mission.
