Personal

The week passed by quickly. I met a lot of good and vain people on the field. There is Ana, CPA who worked for the company for 12 years happily married and raising 4 children. She said she loves to cook Asian food and was inviting us to eat dinner at her home few blocks away from our office. A much older in the field Garry, served 20 years divorced with a doctor daughter living with him. Two lovely young ladies Alice and Trina 20 years old newly passed the board exam and been working for about 6months. And Frank, 30 years old CPA Lawyer working for Will as an executive assistant for 8 years and counting haha.

There are a lot more people there but these are the few significant one that I need to know well, because they might lead me to what we are looking for. 700 billion money transfer, it was said that this was being used to fund a terrorist group. Of whom their names no one has an idea.

Z had been too busy tailing people and checking 24/7 on every CCTV cameras that we were able to put in and hacked on. On morning he cooks for me, drive me on the office, fetch me and cook dinner. We seldom talk about personal matter. He said he had found the man on the photo he had shown me, but still working on him. I don’t know what else he does during his idle time. Or does he even have any idle time. His face looks a lot tired than we first met, His beard are getting grosser each day. I would like to offer him a shave but I am afraid it’s a part of being in disguise. It’s week end. I don’t know if he did even remember that Ana invited us to dine with them.

It’s 6 am, my body adjusted so well. I went out the room and found the dining area clean, no signs of Z cooking breakfast.The coffee maker is even empty. Where was he all night? I brew some coffee and open the fridge for any food that can be cooked. I found a lot of supplies and different meats and veggie inside. I took the beef and prepare a breakfast. I went inside the bedroom and get inside our secret room. I am right, he was there sleeping on his chair. I put the tray on the table I am about to leave but one scene caught my attention. I turn back and took a better look at it. I saw a man tied on a chair with his mouth on taped. Even with his bruises I can see that he was the man on the photo.

“I got him but he don’t want to talk” with his sleepy voice

“So you get him tied?” looking at him as he sip his coffee.

“3 creams and half sugar” he looks hungry so I let him take a bite on his meal before I ask him again.

“This steak is good; you must do the cooking every day.” Smiling like a child.

“Where is he?” referring to the man on the screen.

“I’ll bring you to him later, but let me finish this food.”

I look on the other screen, the empty office of Mr. Gilmore and our hallowed messy working area. The other screen projects divided images of our main entrance from different view.

“We have a dinner at Ana’s house, could you get yourself clean?”  he smell his shirt with his mouth full.

“Ow, I stink. Sure let’s drive there after we get into Rick” pointing at the tied man.

I went out and clean the kitchen and do some mails check, hoping a mail from my family or even from James. But there is none. We dress up and drove away.

1:20 pm we are still on the road, as we get further I lose sight of the city. The road is getting thinner and the trees are getting thicker.

“Are we too far?” feeling amused

“Just familiarize yourself into the road.” Bluntly he answer

We are heading to a huge tunnel few meters away two cars identical to ours appear and we all get inside, he pull back and turn right approaching the wall.

“Are you getting us killed? St…” he press a button and the wall crack open. We get into a smaller tunnel; too narrow enough for a one car. The blue LED light serves as the only guide, if you are a claustrophobic you can’t stand a second inside. After running 13.7 km we stop in front of a closed metal door covered with mud and rust.  

“Get your ass off.” And he went out and I follow. I want to ask a lot again but I’m afraid that I might ask a wrong question. He pulled a lever down that gives a squeaky sound like it will break anytime soon. Though the door was unlocked due to mud and rust you still need to give a lot of effort pushing it to crack a little opening that could fit a slim body. He waves his hand telling me to get in first. I pushed myself into a small opening and surprise to see us inside a cave. He pushes back the metal door and lit a light using his phone. We walk a little distant and finally get off the dark manmade cave.

I could smell fresh air finally…