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Anton, Kwame and Vladimir were the only ones aside me who knew what was going on. I told them I'll give them feedback about the crates after twenty-four hours. I've spent the entire night thinking like a bloody idiot. Even now as I smoked, I was still thinking. Stellarite was as rare as discovering dinosaur skeletons. If someone discovered where to mine it, I want to know where exactly is it's location. If he's shipping these stuffs to the military, then they must be aware who the supplier was. It's this location of the mine that I'm interested in.

Chris quizzes. “Five years ago, when Isolde translated the prophecy, it seemed clear shit would hit the fan sooner or later. So, I gathered all my finances and bought an opal mine in Australia. By the way, have you ever tried mining in a way that doesn’t fuck up the environment and piss off the protestors? It’s fucking hard.” “You own an opal mine? And we’re just learning about this?” Sebastian asks, affronted. Valeria rolls her eyes, “I’m not giving you free samples, Sebastian.”

“Let’s see how deep this hellhole goes.” The car pulled away, leaving behind the house and the sound of Mama’s wailing, which only grew more dramatic as the distance stretched. XXXX Two hours on the road. Two hours of sarcastic muttering, five Bon Jovi songs, and one iron-willed determination not to rip apart the leather seats of the Rodriguez family driver’s car. The man was too silent. Too robotic. And then, finally, the car stopped. And I… just gaped. “…Okay. This isn’t a mansion. This is a castle.”

Then Noah turned to face me fully. “We’ll keep digging. Something’ll pop.” His voice was steady. Certain. I looked down at the ground, then back at him. “Thanks.” He gave me a small grin. “And hey, if this turns into some big dramatic chase, I still call dibs on being the reckless sidekick.” That made me laugh. Really laugh. The sound came from somewhere I hadn’t reached in a while, and it surprised me a little. I let it out anyway. It felt good. Clean.

The same old gray hair covers his chin and jawline, and not a single bald spot serves to ruin that perfectly fully-haired head of his. “I need to go buy medicine for Briannah,” I explain. “How is she?” If there is anyone who knows everyone, it’s Morris. He runs the underground diamond mine and sells the product across Serenity. He’s known for being the largest producer of gems across all Sectors. He’s one of the few who were born and raised above ground, like Doctor Caleb. The only difference is that Morris isn’t wanted for a crime. He’s just a lot like a mafia boss—selling illegally mined gems in exchange for seemingly unlimited currency, minus the violence.

“Don’t think too long.” And far below the estate, beneath the layers of stone and locked doors, the handler emerged through a forgotten tunnel. Silent. Precise. He carried nothing but the black case. In one hand, he now held a photo. Zane. And in his ear, a quiet voice from a receiver: “You have your access. He will be alone by dawn.” The handler nodded once. And vanished into the dark.

A small nail scrapped my elbow and i yelp in pain. Once i reached down i opened the back door of basement and passed out of the house. I started walking casually to the other lane. I know round the corner meant four lanes down, it was our code when we were kids. No car was visible, aarav said a car will be waiting for me. "May be i am early." I whispered to myself and wait near the phone booth. JACK'S POV.. I was working in my office of my massion, there was an extremely Important shipment of 100 girls to LA. These girls were specially demanded, they were the daughters of important people, very important people. I don't want anything to go wrong. Just everything to the point.

“I'm not a princess.” “You have a nice smile too.” We were interupted by the opening of doors and a loud voice, “Cyra, the Lord is back!” Jacob announced. I was a bit stunned. Why was he back so early? Without any further thought, I shoved more food down my throat and dunk down the wine despite Jacob's complaints. “Is the Lord of the castle your husband?” Ingrid asked while leaning towards me over the table. “We're just acquaintances.” I said. Then cringed when I heard myself.