“Detective Anderson, mansion level 2 requesting backup.” Iris breathed deeply. She recognized the man and she knows that he was a Nightcrawler. All the time she was sitting there outside, she almost could not believe that she was not seeing anyone from their gang—because all the while they were actually inside, probably waiting for the Dales to come. She clenched her jaw as she slammed her back against the wall, hiding herself. “I said mansion level 2, backup now!”
And now she can’t even understand why Max was there all alone when there was no undercover agent left at the party. All that she received from the earpiece were static noises as if someone’s blocking their communication. Her eyes roamed around the darkness, finding something that she could use.
“Move, now!”
“Shit,” she hissed when she heard the man yelled as Max continued to s
Let me tell you about the day I got my firsts.I was ten. My Mom just picked me up from school, waving her hand up in the air with the usual smile she always wore no matter the situation our family was in. And just like yesterday and the other school days before, I ran up to her, my backpack juggling behind me as I held up the first medal I got from a poster contest of our school.On our way home, all I could remember was our laughter. She looked so proud upon knowing I have beaten the daughter of that rude woman who always gave her dirty looks just because she looked younger than most of them—condemning her for getting pregnant at the age of twenty by a man she barely knows, and raising me with a different man. We were new at the neighborhood, and our story spread faster than the light like we were a newfound attraction
Max held Iris by her arms as they made it outside the Dale’s mansion. The police officers were all scattered inside and outside, several police cars came at the scene with their loud sirens wailing around. The guests are all escorted out, all brows furrowed and their eyes worried and confused. Some are arguing with the officers and refusing to give their statements.“Carter!” Sergeant Martin ran up to them, her eyes bulging as she pants. “Are you okay?” she asked, but her eyes quickly darted to Iris who was still in shock and was not muttering a word. “What happened with you two?!”“I think she’s having a panic attack. She needs rest, don’t worry I’ll handle her. You should go inside.” Max gave a slight smile, reassuring Claire. She nodded reluctantly and gave another glance to Iris before she passed by but she felt a hand grabbed her arm so aggressive and
Iris woke up to the sound of a voice singing a song. Her eyebrows furrowed, her eyes adjusting to the sunlight casting from her window as she tried to get up from the bed.“Ouch,” she muttered, wincing from the pain on her wrist. “Damn, what the heck did I do?” She caressed her wrist, neatly bandaged but all stinging. She grunted when a shot of headache crept in when she tried to walk towards her door that was ajar. Pulling the door further open, the song came at the chorus and her eyes quickly darted to Max’s back, dancing in her kitchen while singing to a song playing from his phone.“What the hell are you doing?” she interrupted, surprising Max. He spun around with bulging eyes when he looked at her, quickly realizing that Iris was only in her undies. Upon meeting her eyes, he knew that she’s not aware of her state yet.Iris’ attention beckoned Max&rs
Iris heaved a deep sigh. She knew there is no way she can ever escape Max’s suspicion now. Even if he was a little dense, he is not stupid not to figure out that what he just felt was her scar—a familiar scar on where her tracker is located underneath.A soft knock came by the door, Iris squeezed her eyes shut trying to muster her courage to be insolent towards Max. She marched to the door holding her angry facade and pulled it open.“I said leave—” she stopped abruptly upon meeting a different pair of eyes, the person who was at her doorstep was someone she didn’t expect coming.“If you insist,” William muttered with a wry smile. “But I bet you won’t be able to hunt me for the next few days from now.”Iris’ expression softened, trying to hide her frustrated situation she was dealing with. “Come
“What are you doing, Anderson?”Iris jumped from the backseat to the passenger seat with her gun still pointed at Claire’s temple. She was wearing a tight fit overall, zippered on her chest, and a big grin on her face. “Breathe, girl. You might get a heart attack.”Claire exhaled slowly. Suddenly, every dreading second was frightening because Iris looked like a whole different person. Her eyes were dead empty and her words sounded hollow, as if she doesn’t care what her mouth will say. “Don’t make a mistake you’ll regret.”Iris let out an incredulous laugh, her eyes bulging as she spoke. “The only mistake I regret was letting you live this long, Martin. Now shut your mouth and fucking drive.”Claire turned to her and with a hesitant expression, she stared at her eyes meeting her deadly stares. “Kill me,”
William was humming as he entered, he closed the door behind him and when he turned around, his eyebrows furrowed on the mess that was on the floor.“Goodness, my child,” he muttered as he walked further in, his eyes fixated on Claire’s unmoving body. “What have you done?”Iris showed no expression. She pulled out a cigarette and with her trembling hands, she lit it open. William watched her as she puffs out the smoke, blocking his sight of her face. “Obviously, I killed her just like you wanted.”“I never said that,” he defended with a sly smile. His eyes darted back to Claire, narrowing it as he looked. He bent down and Iris could feel her heart wanting to jump out from her chest, she watched William nervously as he reached for her hand, searching for a pulse. Iris closed her eyes and bit her lip, and with a low chuckle from William made her hold her b
Claire’s finger moved which Iris’ eyes caught, she leaned forward narrowing her eyes, waiting for another movement. “Martin? Are you awake? Can you hear me?” she asked. Claire’s eyes slowly parted, squinting from the light cascading through the window beside her bed. Her chest went up and down fast as she started to breathe heavily, filling her lungs the air that has been stolen from her.“Hey, relax. You’re okay.” Iris quickly stood up from her seat and momentarily disappeared from the room to call the nurses. She came back bringing two who immediately injected morphine to Claire. “She’s fine, she just needs to rest more. Call us when she can’t bear the pain,” the other one said. Iris nodded and after attending to Claire’s needs they went out of the room.Claire’s eyes were empty staring at Iris who also didn’t know what to
Max’s phone rang in the middle of the Chief’ briefing about the operation they will carry out at the Oakleys University. The office was filled with about four team leaders with each team consisting of ten officers. Some will be joining the ceremony for the security of the civilians, and the others will surround the hall, break into the rooms where the possible meeting of the Nightcrawlers will take place. An anonymous caller gave them a tip about the University ceremony, and the Oakleys’ plan to merge business with the Nightcrawlers. The call dropped before the Chief could even ask who was at the other line but the information specialists confirmed that the Oakleys University would be holding a graduation ceremony by four o’clock in the afternoon. Driven by their eagerness to gain their credibility and reputation again, the Chief gathered the best teams to deploy.Iris’ name showed up on his screen. Max tapped the acce