Fire and Silk [A Ben Hardy/Four Fanfiction] ON STANDBY

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Managua, Nicaragua

0700

I had worked all night to find that stupid warehouse. Concluding that my algorithm was too slow and my computer definitely not efficient enough, I had started to work manually on the side. My instincts told me that it was located here, in Nicaragua. With the pictures I had, I could definitely handpick a few locations. I could see the vegetation around the factory, I had a visible street address and part of a street name. Also, the type of certificate of ownership from Nicaragua was different from, let's say, Honduras. I could still see on it, even if partially redacted, the letters 'e' and 'l'. Of course, a lot of cities had these letters, but it was a start.

Luckily, my efforts were not in vain. With the software still running the pictures, I was able to shorten the search to Nicaragua and certain regions only. I stopped only a few times to eat, to shower and, you know, to satisfy natural needs. Seven helped me out for a solid two hours, then Five joined. One was trying out all of his sources out here in Managua, he was in meetings all day, accompanied by Two and Four. I hadn't talked to Parkour boy since our dispute, and he hadn't even shown his face when Seven went to tell him the news about the mansion in Honduras. I didn't exactly know if it was because he was still angry at me or something else.

Ten hours of pure dedication later, I got a hit on the factory.

"Bingo!" I screamed, making Seven and Five jump at the same time.

While I was at it, Five was trying to find the company that had sold the warehouse and Seven was tracking Pérez and searching for John Smith.

"You got it?" Exclaimed Five with a wide smile.

I nodded in her direction, returning her smile.

"I got it."

"Where is it?" Asked Seven, getting up and leaning over my shoulder.

He gently pressed his hand on my shoulder. The contrast between the warmth of his palm and the cold of my skin sent a million shivers through my spinal cord.

"It's in Estelí, well, on its borders." I stated, pointing the map on my screen.

"Is it far?"

Five was biting her bottom lip in apprehension.

"No. It's like a three-hour drive." We all grinned at the same time.

"Let's call everyone in." Suggested Seven while taking his phone out.

He contacted One, who told Two and Four, then he called Three. Our hitman was going around town in order to find better computers. I had also given him a signal booster that he could stick on a remote antenna, hoping it would help us with our research.