[34] C.A.R.D. (Part 1)

(Kyle)

Ace looks the same –he looks just as normal as anyone- yet I know all too well that the man standing before me is not my uncle.

He is nowhere to be found in those narrow, dead-shot eyes.

Which one of his inner demons has taken over this time?

I keep wondering how many there are in all.

He stands beside my work desk, dragging a finger across the clean glass surface.

“Some… mindless fuck… in the organization told me about an interesting rumour that’s been spreading throughout C.A.R.D.”

C.A.R.D.

The Crime Archives for Rogue Dissociations.

His eyes dart right into my fear itself. I will myself to not feel the chills at the back of my neck.

“You? Gain control of C.A.R.D.?” He laughs. “I guess there are people whose biggest ambitions are for others instead of themselves.”

I don’t respond.

Ace moves around my room; studying it.