Psychotic lover

Chapter 21

The group of men sat in silence, each of them caught off guard by differing subjects.

"She cares for us. Like, she really cares."

"She's been fucking captured, what're we supposed to do."

"Sebastian? That's a really familiar name, innit?"

"We need to plan right now. Someone has to stay here on the lookout and-"

Everyone was focused solely on their topic of interest, uncaring for what the others were up to. All of them were rhetorically speaking to themselves in a frenzy of panic, before Will, the most composed of them all, sighed and stood up. The sudden movement demanded the attention of each individual in the room, and thus allowing a moment of silence before he spoke, his tone confident to mask the grim dread in his mind.

"Stop it. All of you. What we need now is careful planning, and we all know that that means emotions come last," he glanced at everyone, and felt a twinge of guilt wrench his heart at the sight of all the members disheartened, looking down.

"First of all, do we, or do we not tell the council."

"Heavens no"

"We have to"

There was a tense silence as all the members with opposing views turned to stare incredulously at the other.

"For fuck's sake" Will sighed, bringing his hands to cover his face in disappointment as the rest began to argue once more.

"The hell do you mean 'no'? Telling the council means we have a better shot at getting Gracie back, perhaps even rallying more manpower to do so."

"Yeah, that's a lot of faith you have in the council. You know they can make really questionable choices. Who's to say they won't if we bring up our case? Heck, they might even restrict us from doing anything."

Nick, who's been eerily quiet throughout the entire ordeal, suddenly stood up and locked the doors, shutting all the blinds. This, once again captured the attention of the room as they all turned to him questioningly.

No verbal explanation was offered as he grabbed the TV remote of a table and turned it on, redirecting the focus of all the agents.

"It seems like the officials have finally uncovered the clue that was left by the Crownless Raven, and it seems like if you take the first letter of all the shops in close proximity to the museum, they supposedly spell 'Piss off',"

"Oh no. Ohhh no," Nick paled.

"On top of that, people have found this engraving in an alleyway, which was a shortcut taken from one of the pet stores to the game stores," the screen showed an engraving of the words 'Britain' with her signature crown logo as the woman spoke in the background, "and therefore, we have determined that the stolen crown was in fact, a work by the thief itself, and not a copycat. The duty to capture the criminal has since been handed over to Britain's police until further notice."

"On another note, it seems that the SPCA animal shelter has gotten a generous donation of a large sum of money by an anony-"

With a click, the TV turned off as everyone stared at the now blank screen, reflecting their dumbfounded faces and unmoving figures.

"This is nuts, why would she do that?!"

"She's fucking nineteen; if you expected something more than get ready to be in for a shock," scoffed Nick as he pinched the bridge of his nose, irritated and outright enraged at the sudden obstacle.

A bang came from the door as everyone snapped their heads towards the source of the sound, before glancing at each other, motioning for everyone to remain silent