King of Crime ✔️

Picnic

Ava send started making phone calls with the phone, very cryptic ones, but she made it clear it was about me and the abduction. As she talked, her fingers moved swiftly over the keyboard, her eyes focused on the screen. Was she posing as one of The Aliens now?

 I frowned, squeezing in the fabric of the couch.

"The FBI will pick up on these," Johann whispered, "They probably put a flag on your name and such already."

"Aren't they going to trace it? To us?"

"Exactly. That's the point. Tracing phone calls can easily be toyed with, if you have the right equipment. They will be led to one of The Aliens' bases, which I already located. This way, they'll be sure The Aliens have you, thus they will further investigate. It's like playing with a cat with one of these feather toys, leading them wherever you want to, while they think they're the ones hunting," he explained, emphasizing his words with finger play over the back of the couch. 

I couldn't help but smile, even though my insides flared up with concern.

"And The Aliens are just going to sit back and let that happen? It will be quite obvious that you're lynching them."

"Of course. That's when we'll trust Sam's abilities to get them faster than they to us." He watched me light up the joint with a soft gaze. "I heard he's a great operator. I mean, a Special Agent at his age? Do you have any idea how much he makes by solving all those hard cases? Have a little faith in him- I think he can pull it off."

I inhaled deeply, feeling the stingy smoke spread in my lungs, before I released it. Johann only smoked Oracle, fucking expensive, leaving me deeply relaxed. That's the only reason I was accepting it from him right now. 

The weed hit me almost immediately and my eyelashes fluttered, put at ease. In the background, presidential debates were heating up, as Ava stopped her calls.

"They're baiting already."

"That's gute news." Johann took his eyes off me and rose from his seat. "They'll raid the place tonight, hopefully."

"The poor FBI-agent, no sleep for him these days," Frank suddenly remarked, shutting off the TV. 

I sighed at his words, quickly puffing a few more milligrams of THC into my blood, feeling very guilty for sitting here and not being able to let them know I was fine. I was so powerless, I wish I could somehow tell at least Samuel. 

He wasn't a stupid man, on the contrary, maybe I could convince him of the good will in Johann's plan, and to just go along with it. Or was that just being naïve? And Johann would never let me contact him, that too.

I let the joint fade out and closed my eyes. I was so damn tired. 

Frank also left his seat and joined Ava and Johann behind the laptop. What's his job in all this, anyway? Was he just the cook?

 I sagged down into the couch and stared at the ceiling. My vision was spinning slowly, probably more so due to the exhaustion than the weed. My thoughts begun to be hazier and hazier as I slowly slipped away from this worrisome world, after feeling a warm blanket drawn over me. 

I had to trust that it was going to be okay. It was going to be.

~

It wasn't. Things weren't resolved in a few days. They weren't in a week, either. Johann was getting anxious; he smoked a lot more than usual. He was always out, too, as was Ava. I spend the days worrying, getting to know the house and talking to Frank about when Johann was younger.

Apparently, he was an acquaintance of Johann's dad, and he watched over him all his childhood from the shadows, as he was assigned as his bodyguard. He told me of all the times Johann tried to run from the villa he was raised in, desperate to escape his father's harsh upbringing.