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Chapter 3 STUDYING THE UNTOUCHABLE
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2026-02-27 15:35:42Chris POV
I was standing still on the balcony. So was one of the shadows I had seen before. The air felt really heavy like something was hanging over us. The curtains behind Matt Davis were swaying gently in the breeze making sounds against the glass doors. The moon was shining down on us. It made his face look silver. Matt Davis was just standing there with his hands behind his back like he was looking out at his kingdom or something. He did not seem scared all. His shoulders were. He was not breathing fast. He just seemed calm like he was in control. I was hiding in the dark watching him. My heart was beating steadily like it always did when I was working. I had been watching this house for days learning the guards patterns, where the cameras were and where I could hide. I had it all planned out. Then Matt Davis started walking along the balcony really slow and thoughtful. His shoes were making sounds on the marble floor. From where I was I could see the lights from the estate reflecting off his suit. Every move he made seemed like it was on purpose like he was putting on a show. He went back into the house through another door. That was my signal to move. I came out of the shadows. Followed him keeping a safe distance. The house was really quiet like it was controlled. The guards were talking softly to each other. Their footsteps were echoing down the halls. Everything about this place seemed strong and disciplined. I moved quietly like I always did, staying hidden behind things. My breathing was slow. My hands were steady. I was confident like I always was. It did not take me long to get close to Matt Davis. I could hear his footsteps clearly. He went into a room and then out onto another balcony, where he could see the whole city. He was all alone with no guards around him. It seemed like he was inviting me to come and get him. I hid behind a pillar and looked at him. His back was to me. He seemed really relaxed. I lifted my gun slowly. Took a deep breath. I was ready. I shot the gun. The sound was really loud. For a second I felt good like I had done my job.. Then something crazy happened. Matt Davis moved, smoothly and caught the bullet between his fingers. I could not believe what I was seeing. The bullet just stopped in mid-air like it was magic or something. My heart was. I was trying to understand what had just happened. Matt Davis turned around. Looked at me but his face did not change. He did not seem mad or surprised. He just seemed aware like he had known I was there the time. I felt a feeling in my chest like I was in trouble. I realized I had stopped breathing. Then I saw the red dots on my body. There were snipers around me on the rooftops and in the trees. I was surrounded. I understood that I was not the hunter anymore. I was the prey. I slowly put down my gun. It felt heavy in my hand. Matt Davis started walking towards me really calmly like he was in control. He said, "I did not think anyone would try to hurt me in my home." His voice was calm. It sent shivers down my spine. He looked at the bullet in his hand like it was something He asked, "Who threw this cheese at me?" He called it "cheese" like it was nothing. I felt embarrassed like I had failed. I put up my hands. Matt Davis stopped in front of me. He looked at me closely like he was studying me. His eyes were piercing,. Not crazy or mean. They were just measuring me like I was something he was trying to figure out. He said, "You are bold." I wanted to say something. I could not. I was trapped, like a kid who had been caught doing something I thought about the Monkey Group. How they had warned me about this job. They had said it was going to be tough. I had not listened. Now I was in trouble. I did not know how to get out of it. Matt Davis gave me the bullet back like he was returning something that belonged to me. It was a gesture but it made me feel humiliated. I looked at the bullet. I could see where it had been stopped by his fingers. It was like he was showing me how strong he was. He asked me "Do you know how many people have tried to hurt me?" I did not say anything because I did not know.. He just kept talking like he was explaining something to me. He said, "Enough to make it boring." The wind was. I could hear the sounds of the city. A guard was standing below with his gun pointed at me. I felt the weight of all the snipers around me. I knew I was in trouble. For years I had been building my reputation as a ghost someone who could sneak in and out without being seen.. Now standing in front of Matt Davis I felt like that name was slipping away, from me. I had come into his territory thinking I was the predator. Now I was the prey.. The predator was not impressed.
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