Infiltration(ON HOLD)

Chapter twenty three

Pheobe is absent at the dinner table for 2 days in a row.
Everytime I ask her what is wrong she just gives me a confused sad look.

I have my guesses. Merissa is awfully happy these past two days.

I don't interfere because my brain can not handle Merissa and her petty drama.

I have bigger problems.

The main one bothering me is that I haven't been given any official charges nor am I included in any meetings The Horsemen have.

I need more access to their inner discussions for that they need to trust me more.

I need to prove myself more useful , more trustworthy to get to the innermost circle that has access to their secrets full time.

I have to get the wheels moving. Martha is not exactly a patient person. If I fail to be on time she'll replace me. Can't afford that.

But no matter how hard I think my brain refuses to work. It's stuck in the same place for the past one week.

Snake. Snake is all I can think off.

"Can't believe that fucker Carlos escaped." We are the dinner table it's Andreas.

It's like my thoughts are heard.

Hawk drops his fork but quickly picks it back up.

I scowl. What's with this guy?

He looks up. Our eyes meet he quickly looks away.

"Where will he run off too? This Mansion is in the middle of acres of woods. It's impossible to find a way out." It's Ingenious.

"I spent every waking minute thinking about it. The fucker has occupied all my thoughts." Andreas says.

Mine too. It's all I think. How?

"He escaped because we blindly followed Madam Sherlock's stupid idea." Hawk mutters condescendingly.

How many times?!

I take a deep breath and count to ten to stop myself from grabbing the fruit knife and sliting the nerve on Hawk's neck.

"He escaped because he had help!" Andreas exclaims.

Hawk clenches his teeth but doesn't reply. His anger at Andreas for coming for my defense is obvious.

Merissa who is  present at the table also doesn't comment , solely because I give her a killing , burning look

I look at Vicious. He pays no attention to the talk.

" How far and how fast can a man carry another wounded man on feet? I just don't understand." Ingenious asks.

The same thoughts that has been plaguing me.

Hawk and his men had searched the entire ground. Not a soul.

How can you hide from the eyes of a hundred men and manage to escape.

Also the guy who helped , I had seen him , he wasn't exactly that muscular.
As for Snake he was tall and heavy. Wounded at the time.

How?

My brain cells had worked to exhaustion. Still nothing.

Nobody said anything after that.

I  accompanied Gale to Pheobe's room when she took dinner to her.

Pheobe was awfully quiet. She looked like she was in some deep dilema.