Alex did not like it, but it was looking more and more like the truth with each review. The only person who could have done this was none other than the blonde beauty in the olive dress! It was a staggering conclusion to what could be best described as a roller coaster ride.
"Scarlett...?! But why?!!!"
That was the question indeed. Why would anyone want to steal a million dollar artifact in the first place? Alex wanted to kick himself for asking such a stupidly obvious question. Of course it was for the money! He recalled every single thing she had done, and began to piece them together like a puzzle. He had only spent a few weeks here, but damn, humans had really given him a shocker!
He recalled the drama she had acted out so convincingly when she called him out for a counter deal od 'thirty million dollars!'
She really had him there. She got him real good there. Alex found himself feeling something that was akin to admiration for the blonde thief. He thought he had her figured out, but this incident had just unveiled a whole new layer beneath the cheerful façade she projected. A chill went up his spine as he remembered the man in the dark coat that night! If he had not been so consumed with his zeal for the knife, he probably would have investigated some more!
Scarlett was a great con artist, and an even better thief. She had read him, and she had read him well.
Alex sank into his sofa with a soft thud, sending the fake blade out of his hand to the ground. The scam had been super successful because of two factors- the expertise of the blonde thief, and the excellency of the forged copy. The imitation was near perfect. In fact, it was detailed enough to fool any appraisal agency. The materials were real enough to make the original look fake next to it.
Overcome by rage, the sex god swore there and then to find Scarlett and punish her in the way he knew best. He was going to fuck her pussy till she was literally to weak to do anything else but lay down and feel his rock hard cock rupture her insides. Alex swallowed hard at the mere thought of it. That would definitely make her think twice about her life choices.
............
While Alex ruminated on the girl who had just fucked him over, downtown, at a coordinate that was just a few clicks away from him, another woman was also licking her metaphorical wounds. Alex was not aware of it at the time, but he was the source of this particular lady's headache. Just as he had been screwed over by Scarlett, he had also (unintentionally) messed up this lady's business. Only she was not as calm about it.
In a very sinister room, at an even more sinister location, seated and reclining reclining in a swivel chair was a very mysterious looking lady. Her entire attention was fixed on the very ridiculous tale the man with a broken nose was recounting to her. The henchman stood before the table, only a few meters away from her. The lighting overhead was poor, but it seemed to be focused on him.
She was listening to his every word. In the lady's hand was a scalding cup of hot coffee whose steam rose up, curled and disappeared into the air. But she was not drinking. In fact, it was quite the opposite. She was dangerously close to smashing it on the head of the incompetent idiot before her. She was actually doing a good job with reining in her anger, and holding off from acting out that rash decision. But when the man started to speak about some fancy looking stranger in a white suit who could dodge bullets, all hell broke loose.
"Take two steps closer, I can't hear you properly because it sounds like you said this person dodged several bullets..."
The fool might have taken the hint, if he was a lot smarter. But unfortunately, he was not. He was too consumed with the wonderful tale he was recounting;
"Yes mistress!! This guy could dodge bullets!! And he moved too quickly for a human being!! He was like a demon or something!! If I may be frank mistress, I feel we were lucky to have escaped alive..."
"I see...lucky huh?"
The idiot still proceeded to answer what was obviously a rhetorical answer from a crazy mind that was on the verge of spazzing out.
"Yes mistress! Indeed we were luc---"
In a flash, the lady jerked her hand and flung the hot contents of the cup directly in the poor guy's face. What followed was a terrible screech;
"Argghhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!"
As if she was still not satisfied, she proceeded to inflict more pain by smashing the cup directly into the bleeding man's face. It was a horrifying sight to witness. But it was an even more horrifying ordeal to endure. The hot coffee had literally eaten into the soft flesh on his face, and bits of the ceramic cup that had torn into that same tender spot. It was premium pain. But despite all that, the man did not dare to resist.
Shrouded in a fog of anger, she rose from her table like a vengeful demoness, and addressed the men lined up horizontally behind the man she had just assaulted.
"You despicable fools!!" She shrieked; "You idiots!! Do you all take me for a fool?? It's bad enough that you failed to obtain my blade!!! But to think that you had the guts to stand before me and make up the worst excuse ever...???"
She glowered at them.
"What in the hell?!!! Did you really come to me with a story of a single man knocking down dozens of able bodied people?? Do you think this is a movie??!! HUH?!!!"
Her flaming black eyes reflected the depth of her anger. She was literally shaking with unbridled rage. In a cold voice, she addressed them with an air of finality;
"There are no second chances. You have failed, get out of my sight you incompetent fools before I have you all wasted!!"
The men were only too eager to leave her presence. They were definitely not envious of the man whose face had been burned and smashed with a cup. Like rats making their way out of a sinking ship, they all scampered hurriedly out of the room, anxious to leave their crazy mistress behind. No one could blame them.
After the last man left, the lady took a moment to let her anger subside before she picked up the landline to place a call to a mysterious phone number.
...........
Meanwhile, only one image and name was occupying Alex's mind.
He had a target to blame for all this, and his entire resolve was now dedicated to finding her. This was one of the times being a god came in handy. The arduous task of finding a single person- without enlisting the help of a tech genius- would have been considered impossible. But for Alex, it was merely a walk at the beach.
In this case, astral projection was the key. And fortunately, Alex had recently unlocked this power. But it was not as easy as it sounded.
For most, the process involved sitting cross-legged on the floor in a meditative position, in a dark room, surrounded by a circle of candles, and dark ominous music playing in the background. But that was just a stereotype propagated by secular media, and new age self-acclaimed gurus. For the real experts, it was as simple as stepping out of one door, and entering the next.
As a divine cosmic being, Alex was more than an expert. There was no need to meditate or lay down with his eyes closed. He simply loosened (without completely detaching it) the silver cord that bound his soul to his body, and took a step forward. When he looked back, he saw his body had slumped into the sofa behind him, head bowed and eyes closed in a sleep-like position.
But of course, he was the farthest thing from being unconscious.
He drifted towards the window in his formlessness, and floated out into the night sky. He did not stop until he had risen well into the clouds. Soaring above the city, he began the search for the culprit.