Aurora's Heart

Part 24: Save me from myself

Elijah

"Reese, I do not have time for this!" I yelled over the phone, "The last location you gave to me, she was not there!"

"Listen E, she left, what was I to do?" he growls back, "tie her up and keep her hostage?"

I sigh, annoyed to the brink. I had her, I fucking had her! And on top of this huge fuck up, Rory isn't talking to me... it's been days. Sure, I have Reese give me updates on who's been going over there, and so far, no one has gone to check on her. I am surprised at the idea that not even Sebastian has gone... that little shit must be somewhere plotting.

"Find that fucking bitch, and this time, don't lose track, or you and me?" I scoff, "It'll be a fair game after that,"

Reese sighs heavily in the receiver, and I felt my brows furrow with frustration.

"Threatening me, partner?" He asks, " Cause, we've talked about this, I can't work with you if you are gonna keep doing that whenever you don't get your way."

I scoff.

"You know I don't make threats," I scoff, hanging up. He knows me better than that.

Later that day I decided to go into the agency. Normal, personal visits aren't necessary or prescribed over a certain amount of time for the year, but this is necessary. As I walked into the twelve-story, glass building in the middle of Orlando made of pure glass and steel with the name Camet Corp written across the front entrance, a heavy feeling came over me. To the public, this place was a cable company battling the likes of Netflix, Direct Tv, and Hulu, but struggling. Which it is, and they are. But for the most part, it's a cover. We murder people. It is an agency for hired killers run by your politicians and people in other powerful places. Though grimy on the outside, and morally, I guess you can say we are all damned, but this place made me who I am. Coming here as a teenager after being recruited by a man who I consider my trainer and life coach, Mike Copper, the most efficient and feared assassin in his time, acclaimed for his skills with a sniper, long distance. Without this life, this job and that man, god knows where I'd be. Mama raised me well, good Christian upbringing, but I always felt like two people in one shell...

As I walk inside, the blue and grey interior immediately sparks a sense of nostalgia in me. The first time I walked in here as a boy, I felt sick. Now, all I feel is fright, because, for the first time in a long time, I'm not sure I want this to be home. I greet Lance at the front desk. A tall, muscular man with a mustache he cherishes and seemingly always massages with his index and thumb when he's sitting with his own thoughts. I smile at him and he smiles back. His blue eyes glisten with hopefulness and it made my stomach turn a bit.

"Which name are you using these days?" He asks as we shake hands holding a firm grip on each other.

I smirk at him.

"Chase Benedict," I say.

"Alright then, Mister Benedict, are you here to see him or are you here to play?" I smirk knowingly.

"No, no play," I chuckle, "I'm on a little sabbatical, I just came to see him."

An aching look came over his face as his lips twist into a scribble. He looks confused, and now I am too.

"What's the problem?" I ask.

"Well Mister Benedict, he seems to be on a sabbatical of his own." Lance sighs, "You've missed him only by a day or so,"

Where the fuck did he go? Copper doesn't just leave! Especially since we came here to Jamesridge together on a journey to win our souls back from the devil, lessening the number of jobs we did along the way. I try my best to hide any show of shock on my face. Lance tries to not notice the little I did show.