Strong For Too Long Trilogy ✔️

13. A Pawn In A Much Bigger Game

CHAPTER 13: A Pawn In A Much Bigger Game
(Aaron's POV)

The flecks of rain against the windshield didn't stop the entire hour Agent Silas drove in the driver's seat next to me, heading away from the city, with Agent Alexander, and Agent Javier behind me. With Branson and Tobias in the back, silent as they analyse the agents in front of them. I stiffen the further we go into the outskirts of the city, the deeper and darker side of society in London, where gang affiliated mechanisms run the head missions here, gaining the worst of most crimes too.

Agent Silas remains stiffened next to me, side glancing the back mirror as he drives off an exit. I side glance over my shoulder, noticing how Agent Alexander stiffens the second we move closer to what looks like an abandoned warehouse of sorts. A broken down building that had me turning to get a better look, "You're telling me she was here for most of her high school life?" Branson asks, shocked.

Agent Alexander turns to Silas at the front, "Not too close. It may not be abandoned. There were only rumours of the gang falling apart when she left them for the academy. I wouldn't trust Orrin for a second." He whispers to him as the car rolls to a stop.

I slide out of my door, leaving it open for Branson and Tobias, readying my tranquilliser gun as Agent Silas does the same, Agent Javier gives me a look, "You stay behind me, understood?" He says to me, lowly.

I give him a flat look, "You're actually kidding, right?" I say to him, moving forward against the wet grass, silent as a snake, not hissing or clenching, yet the ache in my shoulders was certainly reminding me of how tense I did feel.

She was here, before I met her, before she came to the academy. She was here.

I move forward, just as Agent Alexander steps in front of me, "Don't wander, unless you really want me to stick a bullet in your head." He says to me, unloading a certain monitor to slide against the rustic door, before pressing to scan.

No heated signatures, the place was empty.

Agent Javier kicks down the door, allowing himself, Agent Alexander and Agent Silas to move in first. Tobias gives me a gesture, "Calm down." He mutters, moving in front of me as Branson pats my back, side-stepping in front too while I look around the outside, using a certain pair of lenses Agent Alexander gave me before, to sensor my surroundings.

I close the door behind me, moving down a set of stairs with my firearm up against my shoulder. I was use to this. The target practice, the need to always be alert, I was getting real use to this as I catch Agent Alexander leading the group, seemingly knowing where he was going as we move down another set of stairs, as if underground now. The stench of a corpse filtered my nostrils as Branson looks around in disgust, "Does anyone else smell that?" His whisper echoes.

Agent Javier kicks open another door and the stench intensifies before Agent Alexander curses, "Fuck, someone got to him before we could. His office is trashed." He whispers in annoyance, stepping around the desk, moving the chair with the man we were searching for.

I look into his dead black eyes, Orrin Kingston say with broken bear bottles surrounding him, dried blood around his side face and neck. I study the body, "It looks like he was cut before shot in the head." I mutter, gloves on as I pick up a ragged shirt from the corner, using one of the half full whiskeys to wipe the blood enough to reveal it as Agent Alexander gives him a dark look.

"He deserved it none the less, but the hit was up close and personal. My best bet is it was Pierce. He knew about Kingston and well-we all know he loved Olive." He mutters, turning away as he moves to the shelving and starts pulling out books, checking which one had an open safe while I pulled the side couch up.