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Adult +
Chapters:
14
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2,590
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1
Recommended:
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On Murder's Wing
Murder Broods
Chapter 6:
Rain drenched the windshield as Gin drove the replacement car, cursing the loss of his Porsche as he sped down the road; beside him in the passenger-seat laid the photo he pilfered from the house as well as a video tape marked ‘Not with Impunity’-- the handwriting bringing back vague memories.
“Toni…ten years….ago….it’s been so long, though….” He glanced at the now frameless photo once more, this time lingering over the dark-haired woman -- her face seemed almost familiar, but his brain blocked out any clear recollection. “Never had much luck with women….” He reached over and took the lit cigarette held in the car ashtray; he blinked and a sharp pain cut through his head -- the beginning of a migraine.
The rain-slick road ahead turned sharply and he swerved suddenly, splashing through a deep puddle. Cursing as he steadied the vehicle and slowed on the shoulder of the road, he gripped the steering-wheel tight -- the pain from his wounded arm hindered his reflexes, and he stopped on the side of the road.
The rain overhead grew stronger.
“Damn….” Gin crushed his cigarette in his hand and tossed it in the ashtray; he glared at the photo on the passenger-seat, his anger aimed at Troy, and saw stray ashes that landed on the unprotected photo -- on the lower half of the photo, on the face of the child holding the woman’s hand. ‘No.’
The impulse rushed past conscious thought and he grabbed the photo, flinging the ash off of it.
“Saya….” His eyes widened at the barely marred face of the child staring up at him; the light skin, the blonde-silver hair barrette-clipped on the side -- his memory added the green hue to the eyes barely visible in the photo. “Six years old….six….”
His fingers shook holding the photo, something he quickly stilled by clenching the photo, careful not to wrinkle the side with the child. He stared down, the shadows blanketing his eyes as he thought.
“Saya…” The wind picked as he snapped his eyes back to the video tape, the handwriting clearer now; he felt his heart pounding in his chest. “It couldn’t be….this….” He studied each word, each letter closely, eyes widened in disbelief. “Impossible, I shot….”
The rain dulled down as his cell-phone rang.
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“Gin,” Vermouth held the cell-phone put with her head and shoulder while she loaded the gun in her hands; the computer screen glowed in front of her. “I found that information you wanted, about Troy Craig. Seems he’s the CIA agent that got away ten years ago -- of course he got away from you so you know that, but it….”
She paused and listened to Gin on the other end, clicking the ammunition into the gun.
“Absinthe? She’s in the hotel room, she didn’t leave at all…though her cell rang once or twice….” Vermouth’s eyebrows rose at each word Gin spoke, she breathed out with a half-smile when he finished. “You think she’s the hacker? It was curious how she escaped unscathed with three bombs….should I deal with her now?”
Vermouth’s eyes widened then narrowed with interest as the rain pelted against the window -- Gin’s words taking her by surprise.
“Let her go? But Gin…what? An accomplice? That’d make sense since she stood under our radar until now….but shouldn’t I….”
She silenced herself and nodded, muttering ‘all right’ into the cell-phone after hearing Gin’s un-budging tone.
“Now about Troy….after he escaped assassination he went into hiding, resurfacing as an agent five years later investigating bombings and terror threats. He had a perfect record until three years ago, when….”
The sudden explosion rocked through the building, the air suddenly intense as Vermouth jumped to her feet.
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Conan dropped the photo as the explosion thundered down the hall; he ran out of the room, Jodie and James close behind. Smoke clouded the hall a few doors down, rising to the ceiling ash-grey. Conan covered his mouth with his arm as he ran through the smoke, stopping when he reached the elevator -- the smoke billowed out of the cracks of the door.
‘The elevator….damn it….was anyone inside?’
The sound of feet rushed toward him from the left, paused -- an audible gasp as a door a distance down the left hall clicked shut. He heard the feet turn around, and as the smoke cleared he glimpsed the retreating feet in fashion-design heels.
“Cool Kid, we need to see if anyone’s hurt in the elevator.” Jodie caught her breath and jabbed her finger on the door-open button of the elevator as soon as she reached it. The silver doors opened, releasing a little more smoke that soon faded revealing a contraption hooked up to the elevator speakers and blowing whiffs of smoke.
“This isn’t a bomb….this….”
“It’s a diversion.” Conan clenched his fists and ran down the left hall, his ears strained to hear any footsteps as he turned onto another hall with stairs to the right. He continued on, cursing.
Three doors ahead to the left a door swung open, almost slammed into the hallway wall with the force; Conan froze hearing two familiar voices arguing. He quickly backtracked and hid behind a table stand as Vermouth and Vodka entered the hall.
‘Those two….what are they….’
“Find her! Absinthe couldn’t have gotten far. Look down that way.” Vermouth ordered Vodka, pointing down the hall her eyes narrowed in anger. She took off down the stairway, bypassing Conan unawares.
‘Vermouth…Vodka….then the bomber….’ Conan ground his teeth and stepped from behind the table, readying his watch stun-gun. ‘Who’s Absinthe? Could it be….’
Jodie reached the hall with the stairway, her gun drawn as she glanced around for Conan; she signed when she saw him and then glared at the stairway.
“I saw Vermouth pass by -- but why is she here?”
“Stay alert Jodie-sensei, Vodka’s here as well -- he went down the other way.” Conan glared at the room the two Syndicate member’s had left, his heart pounding from the near run-in. “They seem to be looking for someone….”
“But they took off in a rush….do they know who the bomber is? That Troy….”
“No, not Troy…an accomplice….” Conan looked at each of the nearby doors, the room doors were all on one side sealed with card-swipe locks; across from those doors a solitary door with an ‘employees only’ sign remained shut. Conan noted the keypad lock over its handle. “Vermouth referred to her as Absinthe.”
“Absinthe? But that’s…a codename? One of their own members….?”
“Probably. Especially since Vermouth was so riled up she didn’t notice me or you before rushing down the stairs.” Conan turned back toward the stairway, his eyes drawn to the escape route map poster pasted to the wall. ‘We’re on the 9th floor….9th….huh? What….?’
Conan approached the poster, his heart beating fast -- across the top of the hotel map poster the words Core-Vine Hotel glared in bold type; his heart thumped as he pronounced the English words silently, then shifted his eyes to the floor layout. Wrapped in a square perimeter representing the outer halls of the floor, two intersected lines stared out from the poster.
“This is….”
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Hakami leaned against the shut door, her dark eyes narrowed as she heard footsteps fading down the hall. Switching on the light she ran her fingers through her hair, then brought them to her eyes.
“That they didn’t think to check this room….” She exhaled, her feet taking her further into the room -- the empty employee only break room. “Keypad locks can be hacked….”
Pausing in front of a sink and mirror in the break room, she brought her hands to her eyes again; the next moment green eyes glinted back at her, the color contacts placed on the counter.
“To think they’d find out this soon…heh….if that unexpected murder hadn’t happened I’d been able to detonate those bombs….fortune’s not my friend…heh.” Hakami wetted her hands under the faucet and ran them through her hair, the blonde soon showing. The wall clock ticked in the background and she glanced at it, her lips pursed thin. “Neither is it that bastard’s….”
She took out what appeared to be a cell-phone and flipped it open; instead of a normal cell-phone display the screen showed an encoded list on a black background -- numbers mixed with letters. Before each sequence the capital letters NB relayed the only connection between each code.
“….” Smirking, Hakami brought the speaker of the contraption to her lips and pressed down a button on the keypad. “NB 1 0 0 9.…” The black screen of the customized phone lit up, surrounding the number. “Execute.”
The explosion rocked through the building.
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Chapter 6:
Rain drenched the windshield as Gin drove the replacement car, cursing the loss of his Porsche as he sped down the road; beside him in the passenger-seat laid the photo he pilfered from the house as well as a video tape marked ‘Not with Impunity’-- the handwriting bringing back vague memories.
“Toni…ten years….ago….it’s been so long, though….” He glanced at the now frameless photo once more, this time lingering over the dark-haired woman -- her face seemed almost familiar, but his brain blocked out any clear recollection. “Never had much luck with women….” He reached over and took the lit cigarette held in the car ashtray; he blinked and a sharp pain cut through his head -- the beginning of a migraine.
The rain-slick road ahead turned sharply and he swerved suddenly, splashing through a deep puddle. Cursing as he steadied the vehicle and slowed on the shoulder of the road, he gripped the steering-wheel tight -- the pain from his wounded arm hindered his reflexes, and he stopped on the side of the road.
The rain overhead grew stronger.
“Damn….” Gin crushed his cigarette in his hand and tossed it in the ashtray; he glared at the photo on the passenger-seat, his anger aimed at Troy, and saw stray ashes that landed on the unprotected photo -- on the lower half of the photo, on the face of the child holding the woman’s hand. ‘No.’
The impulse rushed past conscious thought and he grabbed the photo, flinging the ash off of it.
“Saya….” His eyes widened at the barely marred face of the child staring up at him; the light skin, the blonde-silver hair barrette-clipped on the side -- his memory added the green hue to the eyes barely visible in the photo. “Six years old….six….”
His fingers shook holding the photo, something he quickly stilled by clenching the photo, careful not to wrinkle the side with the child. He stared down, the shadows blanketing his eyes as he thought.
“Saya…” The wind picked as he snapped his eyes back to the video tape, the handwriting clearer now; he felt his heart pounding in his chest. “It couldn’t be….this….” He studied each word, each letter closely, eyes widened in disbelief. “Impossible, I shot….”
The rain dulled down as his cell-phone rang.
0
“Gin,” Vermouth held the cell-phone put with her head and shoulder while she loaded the gun in her hands; the computer screen glowed in front of her. “I found that information you wanted, about Troy Craig. Seems he’s the CIA agent that got away ten years ago -- of course he got away from you so you know that, but it….”
She paused and listened to Gin on the other end, clicking the ammunition into the gun.
“Absinthe? She’s in the hotel room, she didn’t leave at all…though her cell rang once or twice….” Vermouth’s eyebrows rose at each word Gin spoke, she breathed out with a half-smile when he finished. “You think she’s the hacker? It was curious how she escaped unscathed with three bombs….should I deal with her now?”
Vermouth’s eyes widened then narrowed with interest as the rain pelted against the window -- Gin’s words taking her by surprise.
“Let her go? But Gin…what? An accomplice? That’d make sense since she stood under our radar until now….but shouldn’t I….”
She silenced herself and nodded, muttering ‘all right’ into the cell-phone after hearing Gin’s un-budging tone.
“Now about Troy….after he escaped assassination he went into hiding, resurfacing as an agent five years later investigating bombings and terror threats. He had a perfect record until three years ago, when….”
The sudden explosion rocked through the building, the air suddenly intense as Vermouth jumped to her feet.
0
Conan dropped the photo as the explosion thundered down the hall; he ran out of the room, Jodie and James close behind. Smoke clouded the hall a few doors down, rising to the ceiling ash-grey. Conan covered his mouth with his arm as he ran through the smoke, stopping when he reached the elevator -- the smoke billowed out of the cracks of the door.
‘The elevator….damn it….was anyone inside?’
The sound of feet rushed toward him from the left, paused -- an audible gasp as a door a distance down the left hall clicked shut. He heard the feet turn around, and as the smoke cleared he glimpsed the retreating feet in fashion-design heels.
“Cool Kid, we need to see if anyone’s hurt in the elevator.” Jodie caught her breath and jabbed her finger on the door-open button of the elevator as soon as she reached it. The silver doors opened, releasing a little more smoke that soon faded revealing a contraption hooked up to the elevator speakers and blowing whiffs of smoke.
“This isn’t a bomb….this….”
“It’s a diversion.” Conan clenched his fists and ran down the left hall, his ears strained to hear any footsteps as he turned onto another hall with stairs to the right. He continued on, cursing.
Three doors ahead to the left a door swung open, almost slammed into the hallway wall with the force; Conan froze hearing two familiar voices arguing. He quickly backtracked and hid behind a table stand as Vermouth and Vodka entered the hall.
‘Those two….what are they….’
“Find her! Absinthe couldn’t have gotten far. Look down that way.” Vermouth ordered Vodka, pointing down the hall her eyes narrowed in anger. She took off down the stairway, bypassing Conan unawares.
‘Vermouth…Vodka….then the bomber….’ Conan ground his teeth and stepped from behind the table, readying his watch stun-gun. ‘Who’s Absinthe? Could it be….’
Jodie reached the hall with the stairway, her gun drawn as she glanced around for Conan; she signed when she saw him and then glared at the stairway.
“I saw Vermouth pass by -- but why is she here?”
“Stay alert Jodie-sensei, Vodka’s here as well -- he went down the other way.” Conan glared at the room the two Syndicate member’s had left, his heart pounding from the near run-in. “They seem to be looking for someone….”
“But they took off in a rush….do they know who the bomber is? That Troy….”
“No, not Troy…an accomplice….” Conan looked at each of the nearby doors, the room doors were all on one side sealed with card-swipe locks; across from those doors a solitary door with an ‘employees only’ sign remained shut. Conan noted the keypad lock over its handle. “Vermouth referred to her as Absinthe.”
“Absinthe? But that’s…a codename? One of their own members….?”
“Probably. Especially since Vermouth was so riled up she didn’t notice me or you before rushing down the stairs.” Conan turned back toward the stairway, his eyes drawn to the escape route map poster pasted to the wall. ‘We’re on the 9th floor….9th….huh? What….?’
Conan approached the poster, his heart beating fast -- across the top of the hotel map poster the words Core-Vine Hotel glared in bold type; his heart thumped as he pronounced the English words silently, then shifted his eyes to the floor layout. Wrapped in a square perimeter representing the outer halls of the floor, two intersected lines stared out from the poster.
“This is….”
0
Hakami leaned against the shut door, her dark eyes narrowed as she heard footsteps fading down the hall. Switching on the light she ran her fingers through her hair, then brought them to her eyes.
“That they didn’t think to check this room….” She exhaled, her feet taking her further into the room -- the empty employee only break room. “Keypad locks can be hacked….”
Pausing in front of a sink and mirror in the break room, she brought her hands to her eyes again; the next moment green eyes glinted back at her, the color contacts placed on the counter.
“To think they’d find out this soon…heh….if that unexpected murder hadn’t happened I’d been able to detonate those bombs….fortune’s not my friend…heh.” Hakami wetted her hands under the faucet and ran them through her hair, the blonde soon showing. The wall clock ticked in the background and she glanced at it, her lips pursed thin. “Neither is it that bastard’s….”
She took out what appeared to be a cell-phone and flipped it open; instead of a normal cell-phone display the screen showed an encoded list on a black background -- numbers mixed with letters. Before each sequence the capital letters NB relayed the only connection between each code.
“….” Smirking, Hakami brought the speaker of the contraption to her lips and pressed down a button on the keypad. “NB 1 0 0 9.…” The black screen of the customized phone lit up, surrounding the number. “Execute.”
The explosion rocked through the building.
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