Chapter 9 - The clue

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(POV) Pulse


I'm going to kill him. One way or another, that man is going down and in the most painful ways possible. He was a dead man walking. The blade he had launched at me had lodged itself in my shoulder, right next to an important artery Doc had said. Didn't really matter to me, it still hurt. I was lucky enough to have IQ stop the bleeding long enough for the doctor to arrive. Taking out the knife was just as painful as the initial impact of the blade.

"Stop moving. It's going to take me longer to stitch it up if you do" said Doc.

We had miraculously made it back to base in record time without me losing any significant amount of blood. Yes, my head is spinning, but that won't stop me from going after that criminal.

"Are you listening to me?"

"Yes, I'm listening" I replied to the annoyed doctor.

His voice carried over the sound of buzzing medical lights and the steady beat of the heart monitor. I had given up on keeping my eyes open. A white ceiling wasn't the greatest thing to look at when your lying down with someone poking at your shoulder wound.

"Then stop moving! I'm going to tie you down if you don't"

Right now, I was in a new predicament, one of which I couldn't control. While I was battling to stay awake, my body has decided to start twitching which was aggravating the French man. I had tried to tell him when we started that I couldn't help it, but he has ignored my plea and was now getting angry at me.

"You might want too" I tell him.

I felt another wave of pain come from my shoulder and tried to look over, with no luck.

"There's no point now. I just finished" Doc said.

I waited patiently as Doc secured the stitches. The pain eased lightly, but was still very uncomfortable. I was still mentally swearing at the guy that did this to me and I knew I would be bed ridden for the next couple days as my body compensates for the lack of blood.

While Doc was cleaning up the excess blood from the wound, I gathered my remaining force and looked around for the blade that was in my shoulder a couple of minutes ago. It sat next to some medical equipment on a metal cart.

"Could you pass me the blade?" I asked Doc as he finished cleaning up the blood.

He looked puzzled by my question, but went to get it. He cleaned of remaining blood before handing it to me. The blade glistened in the light, showing off how sharp and deadly it is. Makes you wonder how many times this thing was used to hurt others.

"Here, these will help with the pain" said Doc as he handed me a bottle of pills. "Stay in bed and rest. We'll be back on your feet in no time"

I looked through the orange pill bottle as the doctor left the room. He gave me enough pain killers to last me two days. It safe to say that he wants me to stay here for those two days, bed ridden and useless, something I wasn't happy with. I chucked the pill container on the bed and contemplated life for a bit.

I got stuck in a never ending cycle of questions. My mind dumping everything on me now that I was incapable of finding a way to pass time. You could say I was having a mental breakdown, something I was accustomed too by now. Ever had a mental breakdown? Let me tell you, it's not fun. To take my mind of things, I tried to analyze the blade again.

It didn't seem like I would get anything from it tho. The blade looked like any other, nothing really significant about it except it's unnatural sharpness. Maybe the criminal sharpens his blades when he's stressed. I moved in the light and spotted an engraved section. It seems to me that someone had tried sanding out the emblem, but why?

From what I could make out of it, the emblem looked to be two crossed swords, which wasn't something I had seen before. The meaning of the emblem was completely foreign to me. Two swords could mean many things, but I wasn't in the right mind to chasing down it's true meaning.

A knock at my door relieved the blade of my continuous staring, right before Ash poked her head through the now open doorway.

"How's it going?" she asked.

"Could be better" I answer.

"Do you mind if I stay for a while?"

"Nah, company would be great right now" I said.

Ash entered the room and pulled out a chair next to my bed. She looked around the room, spotted the pill bottle and the knife and gave me a confused look.

"You good?" she said.

I could tell she was itching to get the blade away from me. She was probably thinking I would harm myself with it since it's not uncommon for that to happen in our line of work. It did make me feel better that she would care tho. It's always good to know someone will have your back when you're having a bad time.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just looking at this thing for clues" I said and tilted my head to the blade. "I found an emblem on it, tho it's hard to see. Do you know it?"

The knife was passed between us and I indicated the spot I had seen the two swords. My fellow FBI teammate stared at it for a good set of minutes before her whole face lit up.

"I remember this from one of the files in the FBI archives. If I remember correctly, this emblem belonged to a cult of assassins. The FBI had a few run-ins with them, but they never had a chance to get a lot of information on them. From what I remember, they were a small group of vigilantes that moved throughout America without a real purpose. There was a group of agents monitoring their activity, but they came to a dead end a couple of years ago. There hasn't been any sightings of them since"

Now this was a lead. Maybe not a big one, but it was definitely better than what we had before. So our guy had affiliations with a cult that disappeared. Interesting.

"Did they have a name?" I asked.

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