Frauds

Chapter 12

The document was filled with pictures of a younger Damon, a Damon with less facial hair and a more baby-ish face but none the less,  it was him.

Images of him holding guns and him hugging a young Aniyah graced the page, some other men and women who looked much older also surrounding them. One man stood in the middle, his face stern while everyone else around him was in high spirits.

There was one picture where it was Aniyah, Damon and a very, very different looking Ismail looking extremely happy but the background made him think. There was a high burning building and what looked like exploded cars surrounding them, their bright smiles looking completely out of place.

"She lied. No surprise there I guess." 

Flynn tried to piece it  together and then, it made some more sense in his head.

Car accident my ass.

He couldn't have any of the others find out about his search, it could get Damon in more  trouble than he'd like to think about.

The loud sound of concrete against concrete struck his ears, giving him about 3 minutes to get out of the floor. 

He whipped out his phone that now read 73% and took photos of the whole document, not having time to actually go through everything right then. If anyone found him down here, he may as well have been dead.

Shutting down the document and the computer, he ran out of the room and locked the door. Running up to Ismail's room, he placed the key into the sock with a shiver and ran to his room.

"I'll see you tomorrow morning, Jag." he heard from outside his door as he shut it, clearly his timing perfect. A few more seconds and he would have been busted.

I'm going to need to talk to Damon about this though, or this might turn out to be an even bigger problem. He deserves to know, right?

For the time being though, he decided it was probably best to get a bit of sleep.

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Aniyah woke up at the earliest time she had in a while, her first thought being about how Rider was feeling. 

She noticed how she kept slipping up and calling his Rider to his face and sooner rather than later, he was going to catch onto it as well.

Grabbing the bobble and letting out her hair, she looked more like a lion during its awakening than a person. 

"I'll fix it later." she said with a groan as she went downstairs into the kitchen. Some of the members had already started fixing up their morning meals and then she realised that people actually woke up at 5 to work out and train. Who in their right mind actually loses out on sleep to do exercise? 

That's when the thought occurred. If she wasn't going to be swimming for the next few weeks, she was going to need to start some kind of training if she didn't want to end up looking like Joseph after a rough week.

Touching the back of the tracker on her neck, she grabbed a water and then downed it, watching the others make their omelet or protein shakes or whatever they stuffed themselves up with at the ungodly hours of dawn.

"Jag, you want me to get you something?" Isabel asked, outstretching her plate of scrambled eggs she had clearly made for herself.

"It's yours, I'm sure I'll manage to make something."

She smiled at her and didn't take the rejection, shoving the plate at her more than before. "I'll make another plate anyways, this was for George. He can wait a little longer as well."