Chapter 16

The teacher droned on about some random topic and it was taking everything in me to not fall asleep in the class.

"Who knew computer could be so boring?" Robin groaned from beside me and I agreed with her.

"Must be the accent" I whisper back and she giggled quietly behind her hand.

"It is definitely the accent. I cannot believe I miss Oxford's weather"

"Tell me about it"

We both kept our mouths shut when the teacher passed the space between our tables while walking around the class.

"Are you alright?"

I raised a brow at her "why wouldn't I be?"

"You just seem unlike yourself since last week"

"What are you talking about? This class must be messing with your eyes"

She sighed. "If you don't want to tell me about it then just say so"

I thought of an excuse to give her, "my Gramps death anniversary is around the corner and I have been having nightmares for a while now" I reply and her expression softens.

"Do you want me to give you a hug?"

"I'm good" I smile at her tactics.

The bell rung and everyone sprang up like their chairs had been burning since the class started. I quickly gathered my scattered properties and waited for Robin to gather hers.

When we entered the hallway, she waved and smiled at people she had already made friends with. While she was a hyperactive social butterfly, I didn't really see the need to have so many friends; I mean it is not like half of them will be genuine anyway, they will pretend to be friends when you have money so that they can leech off.

A wise man once said (I heard it in a video I saw online once but just go with it); 'the realer you are the smaller your circle, the more pretentious you are simply because you want to accommodate more people, the bigger your circle gets'

"We have trig next? What in the bloody world?" she muttered to her phone and I smiled.

* * *

When Matteo's prisoners disappeared, to say he was livid would be an understatement. It took the help of his second-in-command to get him to calm down to a considerable point and throughout the remaining of the night. I got a tour from the second man who introduced himself in a much more polite way than the boss man did and it wasn't like he said it with his mouth, it came from Egypt.

His name happened to be Hillary, and he was tasked with finding Egypt.

That was three weeks ago.

I strolled into the warehouse and towards Matteo's office then knocked on the door.

"Come in"

I entered the office and gently closed the door behind me.

"Have a seat"

I nodded once and did as I was told. He dropped the file he was reading on the table then covered it with a sheet of paper.

"I want to task you with finding Egypt Diego, It looks like Hillary is not in the mood to do an efficient job"

The accused man just rolled his eyes at Matteo.

I cleared my throat and Matteo leveled me with a glare.

"I'd like to say something" I said and even Hillary gave me his attention probably because he didn't expect me to have the guts to say what I said.

"Finding someone like that is near impossible. I mean, she literally vanished into the thin air with a dead body without a sound"

"Near impossible doesn't make it impossible"

"But from the look of things, you don't have enough resources to make it possible"

"You want to repeat that kid?"

Shit! Why can't I control my tongue?

"She is not wrong though" Hillary started and Matteo scowled at him. "Hear me out grumpy pants. I did find something"

"And you choose to say that now?" Hillary ignored him.

"Do you know who Martin is?"

"Callum Martin? He used to be a hired gun in the '90s even the queen of England knows that"

"Kill the fucking attitude, Matteo. It turns out that his spawn from hell is an even bigger problem."

I had a feeling I wasn't going to like what I would hear next.

"She is a Card"

"Jesus" Matteo grimaced.

I looked between them for an explanation.

"What is a Card?"

"A dangerous serpent. One that can slither into any hole and find anything you want at the right price. One that every law enforcement in the world knows of but cannot touch; they are only three of them in this country"

"Satan's Envoy; that is what they are known as in Oxford. There is only one there".

"Please stop. That just makes it sound worse" Matteo bemoaned and gripped his hair with both hands.

"Do you remember a very tall woman that we caught sight of once last year's masquerade ball that held a hand fan to her face instead of wearing a mask and she seemed to know everyone regardless of their masks?"

"It had a dragon on it and she had such cold silver eyes" Hillary nodded.

"Her name is Martin ID #934711 also known as our dearest Egypt"

"Stop" Matteo growled.

"The very one your stupid ass kidnapped and brought down here. Cards? People like that are worse than a high tension electric field, you paranoid fool. You know not to look their fucking direction"

"I said enough" Matteo said calmly and pointed a gun at Hillary.

Hillary sat back down and looked away from Matteo.

"Their ID's are easily decoded right? What does hers mean?" I asked.

"9 means D, 3-E, 4-A, 7-T, 11-H"

D.E.A.T.H

I felt a shiver crawl up my spine.

"Enough of this for Crissakes.I called you here for a different reason, Runner"

I sat up straighter in my chair glad for the topic change.

"I need you to pick up another delivery the same as the last two you did but you are to bring the parcel right here"

"Yes sir. May I ask what it contains?"

"No you may not and if you try to find out its contents I'll hack off your arm"

Got it Sunshine.