The Midnight Case

Chapter 7 : Hanging out

McDonalds (Hours later)

"Guys, we have a problem." I said in Greek. "Turns out that my father's brother, Jonathan Mace, is a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent."

"Say what?" Katrina said, her words inaudible as she was drinking soda.

"Yeah, it's really a shock value." Chris said, dipping his fries in tomato sauce. "I mean seriously, you said that, that guy is dead."

"Faked, he said." I said, munching on the nuggets. "A really big problem."

"But congratulations." Camilla said with a smile. "You're getting married."

"I know right?" Katrina said. "Come on, let's go dress shopping."

"No, you'll ruin her big day." Camilla objected. "You hate wearing skirts remember?"

"And you'll make the dress, designer?" Katrina said sarcasticly.

"Guys."

"And how should I do it?" Camilla asked back.

"Guys."

"Might as well gave her a steampunk wedding gown."

"Guys!" I yelled, completely annoyed. Adrian shook his head in disbelief while Chris downed a small portion of his berry smoothie. "Seriously, the wedding goes later but know we must focus."

"Sorry." Both women said in unison.

"Can't believe that you fiance is... you know." Camilla said. "But I think that he knew us."

"He knew. After all we met him before on our last mission." Christian explained.

"Uh... mission?"

"It's fine if you don't know."

"Oh wait, I remember. Isn't the mission where the four of you including Jun-myeon who were knighted by the Queen of England?"

"That one." We normally speak in our respective native tongues in order to throw people of our guard so that we can speak in peace. "But still Christian is fine. I don't really like being called Sir for most of the time except on formal occasions."

"Seriously?" Katrina asked in Russian. "I thought the British people dreamed to be knighted."

"I'm honored to be knighted but just don't like being called Sir. It's distancing."

"Wow, Christian saying this for the first time." I chuckled in Portugese. "How's your father doing?"

"Oh? My father's fine. He's currently running the company after the board members voted for him to take over the family business." Camilla's father is a descendant of Frank Von Accola, the owner and founder of L'eleganza or The Elegance, a luxury watch brand based in Geneva, Switzerland. My watches are now sponsored by him since we made official contact as relatives in the family. Luxury and with style, this is what he used to say in coincidence with the company's motto. "Don't forget the fries." We all have the same habit in eating fast food together which is pouring out all the fries on a serving tray to eat together.

"You know Isa, I really like this. Hanging out with all of you, it's really nice." Adrian chipped in. "That's why I told my father about leaving Greece."

"Me too." Camilla added.

"Yeah, joining Black Alpha is also a gig." Katrina whispered her reply.

"I really like this. Most of my friends in prep school are just... not interested to hear me out." Christian said. "We're a family, maybe that's the reason we liked doing this?"

"Not just a family Chris, there's a bond here. I feel free when talking to you all, at least we understand each other." Adrian retorted.

"Touching, I'm not kidding." I replied. "Where to hang out later?" Then the door swung open, prompting us to turn our heads to see the ones entering.

"Who knew that playboy, billionaire Bruce Wayne eats McDonalds?" Camilla spoke out.

"Cam." I begin.

"Come on Camilla, my father used to eat at the restaurant for a few rounds. Is that a problem?" Christian voiced out his opinion.

"No, not really. It shows that people like this have a sense of empathy."

"Did you work as a psychologist Cam?" Katrina asked.

"I was, in the Swiss army." She replied.

"Seriously, another one? Isa fought in wars and you work as a PTSD counselor?"

"I don't just deal with PTSD patients I help them with the matters of the heart." Camilla explained, jerking her eyes to meet Katrina's. "I'm a trained psychologist from the University of Stockholm."

"I'm surprised to see you all here." We all turned our heads to see him standing at our table. Dressed in a polo shirt and grey slacks he looked really casual in this.

"Oh, no worries. You can join us, we have room for one." I answered.

"How'd you know?" Adrian asked, brows raising.

"Isa's not just a soldier." Camilla said with a smile. "I can see that she had studied psychology." She said once he turned. "Bruce brought friends I see." When we looked out Richard and Luke were practically staring at us, their mouths hanging open but I smiled and waved. "The five of us looked almost the same does it?"

"Looks that way. We all have Korean blood no?"

"Yeah but we have another blood. Russian, American, British, Swiss and Greek."

"Oh wait. I have three. Korean, American, and Greek." Hearing this Christian spits out his smoothie and the pink liquid splattered on Camilla and Adrian's clothes opposite him.

"Hey!" Camilla said.

"Malaka Christian!" Adrian cursed, grabbing the tissues to clean the liquid on his clothes. Katrina and I started laughing, loudly and crazily until we can't stop.

"Bollocks." Christian cursed. When I have calmed down the laughter I received a text message from Bruce.

"Meet me at the clock tower." The message wrote. My brows tightened when I saw the message and I too frowned in response.

"Are you okay Isa?" Camilla asked me.

"Oh, no it's nothing. You guys have fun, I have to go."

"Hold on first, there's trouble. At the Gotham Merchant Bank." Katrina reported, pulling out her phone after it buzzed. Sharing gazes of excitement we promptly exited the shop, taking our motorcycles to the destination.