Secrets of an Assassin: Scorpion

Chapter 6

  I woke up to the phone ringing.
  "Hello....." I said groggily.
  "I have information for you about Medline." Someone said using a voice scrambler.
  I jolted awake, "Who am I speaking to?" I asked.
  "You can call me Anonymous...." Anonymous said.
  Wilfred walks into my room.
  "Wilfred, hurry and trace the call." I whispered/yelled.
  "Are you ready to receive the information?" Anonymous asked.
  "Yes. Yes I am." I said.
  "Okay. For one, I'm not Medline. But I am someone you can trust. Medline is in France. I can have her ready for you to pick up." Anonymous said.
  "How do I know that your not lying?" I asked suspiciously.
  "I'll just have her ready for you. Then you get your answer. Come to France within 72 hours. Goodbye now......Madam Scorpion." Anonymous said, then Anonymous hung up the phone before I could say anything.
  "Papa, did you get that?" I asked Wilfred.
  "No. You weren't on the phone long enough." Wilfred said.
  "Damn it." I said under my breath.
  "Come now kid. I have breakfast ready and then you'll make your way to France." Wilfred said.
  "Okay Papa. I'll be there in a moment." I said.
  Wilfred nodded and left.
  I took a frustrated sigh and pounded the bed once with my fist.
  'Damn it! I wanted the pleasure of catching the b@#@h myself. I wanted to see the look on her face when she realizes that I caught her again. I wanted to watch that black widow in her natural element before I tear her up. Before I take my favorite scalpel and slowly torture her into feeling all the pain that she has caused others.' I thought as I dressed in a simple t-shirt and jeans.
  "ARGH!" I exclaimed frustratingly.
  "Anonymous better not touch one damn little hair on her pretty little head." I growled as I started my way to the kitchen.
  One I was in the kitchen, I see a bowl of cereal on the counter, and Wilfred arranging a private jet to take me to France.
  'Who the heck is Anonymous? WHERE DID THAT PERSON EVEN GET MY NUMBER!?!? How did Anonymous slip through my fingers that easily? Anonymous reminds me of HIM..... And HE infuriates me.....HE makes my blood boil.... ARGH! Just thinking about HIM makes my whole body burn up and boil.' I thought with an agonizing frustration.
  "Your bags are all packed and the taxi will be here in about 10 minutes." Wilfred said as he came out of now where with two of my luggages full of clothes.
  'I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT HE ACTUALLY DID THAT!?!?' I screamed inside my head.
  "I can pack my own clothes...." I said in a very low tone and calmly.
  Wilfred chuckled, "I know kid. But you know how I am".
  I looked at Wilfred suspiciously, "Why are you trying to get rid of me?" I asked.
  "Why are you blushing a d on the verge of being all flustered?" Wilfred asked expertly dodging my question.
  "WHAT!?!?" I shrieked.
  "I have n-n-no idea w-w-what you're talking about." I said flusteredly.
  "You're thinking about HIM~" Wilfred sang.
  All I could do is blush and be all flustered; I couldn't say a word.
  Just as Wilfred was about to tease me some more, I hear a car horn; signaling that the Taxi is here.
  "Thank goodness." I exclaimed in relief and I grab my luggage.
  "Bye bye Papa! Love you!!!" I said on my way out.
  "Bye bye kid! Love you too!" Wilfred said while chuckling.
  The taxi driver took my luggage and out them in the trunk.
  I waved a final goodbye before I got in the taxi to go to the airport.
          *Time skip to the airport*
  I arrived to the airport and the sun was starting to set the o got out of the taxi and went to the jet.
  The jet was pretty fancy. With leather seats, a couple of tables, and snacks an drinks. It was nice. It was so nice, that I ended up falling asleep.
 

         *Meanwhile at the house*
  "She just left the house and should be in the jet on her way there....."
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"She's been thinking about YOU....."
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"Yep. She was blushing and was all flustered."
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"I think she always has and always will"