The view outside the beach house was anything but relaxed. Dark clouds gathered above, lightning threatening to split the sky. The waves crashed over the cliffs in a countinous roar, the white foam a pale contrast to the sky.
I sipped my hot chocolate, standing in front of the window. I was dressed in my pajamas, only just awoken from sleep.
The doorbell rang and I placed the cup daintily on its plate, smiling at the design. I'd bought this set a few years ago and was my most treasured object. Spinning around, I grabbed my gun from its place on the table and strolled to the door.
Whoever was bothering me at 5am in the morning certainly deserved a bullet to their head. I opened the door easily, peering around the wooden door.
"Yes?" I called out and raised my eyebrows at a well dressed man standing patiently on my patio. He ran a hand through his tangled brown hair, his gray eyes stormy.
"Sylvestar, pleasure to see you again, my love," he said. "Care to invite me in?" his posture was relaxed, his face expressing only boredom at coming here.
Liam Oliver hardly seemed intimidating but I knew he had hidden several guns beneath his suits and more than a dozen inch daggers. Anyone who would mess with him was a fool.
"Oliver, a pleasure to see you too," I said kindly and waited as he took off his jacket. I closed the door, latched the lock, and followed him to the sitting room.
He studied my cup of hot chocolate. "Would be a shame for you to be poisoned," he smiled at me.
I always knew Liam Oliver hated me and his threats went a long way. But he more or less needed me and I tried to keep myself in his good favors.
Don't need any assasins coming up here.
"Where's the object?" he said roughly, lossening his tie and sitting down, crossing one leg over the other. I disappeared into my bedroom without a word and grabbed the parcel from my drawers. It was in the same condition as always and I presented it to Liam.
"As requested, Oliver," I said, sitting across from him. I pulled my hair from its braid and tied a new ponytail, trying to keep my hair from my face. Liam studied the parcel.
"You haven't touched this?" he asked slowly and I shook my head.
"You know I always follow my orders. Untouched and unseen like said," I promised. "Although my curiosity is at an all high time. Care to show me?"
Liam stood up, tucking the package into his lapel. "No, thank you," he said coolly. "Your next mission will be in a week. Take this time to rest,"
I leaned backwards on the couch. "Care to talk about the FBI?" I asked, tilting my head.
"Thomas told me you lost them. That's the end," Liam said. "Any other questions?"
"Who is Eric? He's an FBI officer that certainly knows a lot about me. Mind telling me of his origins?"I requested.
I liked to know my enemies to their very core.
Liam paused. "Eric? Talk to Cass. She will be able to help you. Have a good day, Sylvestar," he nodded at me and left, taking his jacket.
I stood up to watch him leave from the window, musing in thought.
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"Hi, I'm here to see Cassidy?" I said, trying to be friendly. A man that looked about 20 years older than me only stared at me blankly.
" 'Scuse me?" he asked, shuffling some papers on his desk.
I was currently in Olive's Production, a building in the center of the city. It was more of a skyscraper than a building to be honest. And a secret corporation called the Ravens had made base there.
I drummed my nails on the desk. "I would look to speak with Cassidy Barman," I said more slowly. I squinted at his nametag. "You must know her, right, Tusk?" I raised an eyebrow.
He scowled at me. "Such a Cassidy...