Self-Seeker

37

"Woah."

It was as all that Damon had said since they had entered the CDC. He had jumped slightly when Genesis abruptly shut the door behind him. She suppressed a chuckle at his uneasiness. She couldn't blame him though - if she was planning to 'dispose' of him, that room would be the perfect location to store his body. However, she would need to install a large freezer beforehand, of course.

The first place Damon ventured towards was her field corner, where she kept her supplies. His reactions were somewhat amusing to watch. He then looked through Genesis' various disguises, raising his brows at what some of them consisted of.

Damon's face dropped as he searched her filing cabinets with heaps of information she had collected since she had moved to the US. If it was even possible, the frown on his face seemed to deepen as he came across the files she had kept on him, Tyler, Jazmine and even Emily. Genesis was glad that she had all of her boxes of material from England (when she was in the Con Circle), in a storage unit across the city. If he had seen what was inside - all the evidence of everyone she had ever taken down - he would surely see her as the monster she knew she was.

The next thing Damon moved onto, without having said a word to Genesis since he had begun his investigation, was her arsenal. He may have thought that over fifty types of weaponry were a lot considering the size of the room - but little did he know that it was just a small portion of what Genesis owned. She had armouries stored all around the city, as well as more in London in case she was ever forced to return.

"What is this place? Your base of operations?" He finally spoke.

"I call it my CDC." Genesis answered. Damon shot her a puzzled look. "Camera Della Conoscenza." She spoke in the native tongue that the two of them shared.

"Chamber of Knowledge." Damon translated with a nod. "Catchy."

He was in the middle of inspecting a Kopis blade - a magnificent Greek kind with a curved body - when an alert suddenly sounded from Genesis' multi-touch table.

Disregarding the fact that Damon was still in the room, she made her way over and pressed on the red flashing circle. It revealed that Padre's locator had just turned back on, and it was due to the fact that Jazmine was currently with him. The chip planted in Jazmine's cell phone must have interfered with whatever signal their father was using to block any tracking. Genesis quickly darted to her row of computers, locking onto the signal so that she could track Padre's phone too, before he realised he was compromised.

"Who the hell is Padre?" Damon asked, walking up beside Genesis with his eyes on the various screens above her. "My cousin has a set up similar to this at my family home in Italy." He informed her, though she hadn't the slightest clue why he felt the need to tell her that. The sound of his voice reminded Genesis that she wasn't alone and she automatically stood up straight to face him.

"He's a mobster. A criminal. And someone I've been trying to catch for a very long time." She told him, her voice hardening at the mention of someone she despised so profusely.

"Then why does it say that Jazmine is with him? Why would she be hanging around with someone like that?" Damon continued, clearly unaware that Jazmine was far more than just his best friend's wife. One would think that seeing as he was part of a crime family, he would be better at reading people. However, Genesis supposed Jazmine had years to perfect living a double life.

"Because, Damon, he's also our father." Genesis revealed.

Damon's head snapped to her and she couldn't bear to see the expression on his face. Pity. It ate at her in ways nobody would understand. All her life she had been subject to pain, and those looks came along with it. From teachers at school, from some of Padre's employees, and from all the other girls who had been put in similar positions as her. It made Genesis want to tear her eyes out.