Orian

Chapter III

CHAPTER III: THE FIRST CLUE.

Khoda walked in the lab of Vincent Greggor. The physician glanced up. "You know drinks aren't allowed here right?" He said with a small smile. Khoda glanced at the mug on the Doctors table. "Can I say the same to you?" He asked, gesturing towards it.

"You okay?" His father figure asked. Khoda grimly nodded.

"Let me guess, the coffee maker broke?"

Khoda would give Vince credit for trying to lighten his mood but it was not working.

"Your mother?" He guessed again sympathetically. "I just don't get it, why whould she always leave when I need her the most? Then all of a sudden she shows up here with her proud Elite team." Khoda continues to rant about his mother as Vince listens and probes the body on his desk.

"Anyways, did you find out her identity?" He asked, once he realised that he was, once again, being unprofessional, he gestured to the body.

"Yeah, Rebbeca Stewart, originally from Kansas and...um...works for ULTRA." Vince seemed to be hesitant to tell him this but it was who the lady worked for that caught the attention of Khoda.

ULTRA was the company his mother owned, a goverment agency that was proven to solve the best of crimes.

Is it a coincidence that this lady dies and then all of a sudden his mother shows up? Does this have to do with the strangers last night? Or the fact that his new team seemed awfully like the strangers? But that was impossible because there was on 6 people last night and today was 7. Something wasn't right here. And it frustrated Khoda to the core that he didn't know what it was.

"...-arth to Khoda...?"

He came back to reality after Vince nudged him. "Um, yeah...what is a person from Kansas doing all the way here?" He muttered. He saw something flash in his father figure eyes but it was gone the moment it appeared. "Beasts me, you should get some rest son, you look like death ran you over you."

Khoda grumbled. He glanced at the time, it was 10:15 am already and that ment he was going to find his new team. It was bad enough that he suspects them now he has to work with them.

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He didn't have to serch for a long time because they were in his office.

He studdied them through the glass door.

The two sisters, Freya and Angela with Maddison were looking at something on the lap top owned by Maddison. The Hotshot model dude, Mason, was reading his Sherlock Holmes book that was kept on the top shelf. Dominic seemed to be glaring at nothing which, for some reason didn't even phase Khoda anymore, Vixxen was talking heatidly to Alexander who had an emotionless face.

Just like a normal team.

He roughly opened the door.

"Okay, here's the deal-" he ignored how Mason scrambled to put the book down, "-I did some reserch and managed to find the identity of the murdered women and I need you guys to be completely honest with me...do you'll know a Rebbeca Stewart?"

He had multiple reactions. The girls looked uncomfortable,  Mason had a smug grin on his face as Dominic handed him some gold coin thingy with a even harder frown if possible, Khoda pretended not to see it, Vixxen looked pained and Alexander, as usual, was emotionless.

"I believe that name doesn't ring a bell Detective, who is she?" Alexander replied. Khoda scoffed.

"Okay, I don't get how a group of Elite Government agents don't know thier own worker." Khoda replied, shrugging as if he was talking about the weather, he leaned against the front of the table. Mason snorted from behind him, not even attempting to remove himself from Khodas office chair. Alexander licked his lips.