September 6, 2016.
Gavin Qin is a smart guy, good for a side partner. I've started working on Ezekiel Wei's case.
There's nothing that asshole hasn't done: drugs, illegal ammunition, murder, torture, kidnapping, and any other illegal activity that exists.
His pawns are indestructible, until now. I'm going to get them crushed into nothing but the remains of what they once were.
Knight, Bishop, Rook. He's going to be all alone in the end after I end up taking his Queen too.
Whoever his Queen is, she should get ready to be burned into ashes.
I'm going to kill them.
I'm going to kill him.
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She didn't need to waste time talking with the receptionist just to get his number. Haven hurriedly typed it into her new phone and waited to hear a male voice on the other side as she leaned against the back of a tree.
She had decided to set up an appointment just outside her new workplace. With a little help from Vivian, she had managed to take a few weeks off as a holiday since she needed to concentrate on more important things for now.
A faint beep rang in her ear and Haven sighed when she realized she was sent straight to his voicemail instead. 'Where the hell is he?'
Giving up after trying the phone 5 more times, Haven decided to use the more direct approach when he wasn't even picking up her calls this way. Meet him face to face without giving him notice.
Jumping on the bike, once again, she rode off into the horizon with her hair flowing out of her helmet, creating a mesmerizing cascade that danced in the wind. The sky stretched above her in a flawless canvas of breathtaking blue, its vastness reflecting her boundless spirit. As she effortlessly increased her speed, the exhilarating sensation of liberation engulfed her being, and the symphony of rushing air filled her ears, harmonizing with the rhythmic beat of her heart.
With each passing moment, she raced against the cotton-white clouds that seemed to playfully race alongside her, their fluffy forms attempting to keep pace with her tireless determination. The wind whispered secrets to her, sharing tales of forgotten adventures and promising new beginnings. She reveled in the harmony of motion, her body and machine perfectly attuned, united in a dance of unbridled freedom.
The vehicle came to a stop outside a familiar-looking cottage. Parking her bike right beside the dark blue Sedan she was always used to seeing outside the CIA building and sometimes her apartment. Walking up to the door, she softly rang the bell once and waited patiently on the doorstep.
The door soon opened, revealing an old aged woman staring straight at her face with a bewildered expression.
Haven tried her best to smile assuringly. If this was another ordinary day, Mrs. Qin would've invited her inside the house with a motherly hug and fed her with cookies until she begged to have mercy.
But today was different. There was no Haven Chen that everybody recognized and trusted. Today, she was starting off as a complete stranger who everyone had the right to mistrust seeing that she was so quick to take up a dead agent's case while looking similar to her too.
Luck winked but she ignored the mocking that was directed at her. "Is Mr. Qin at home?' she asked politely and received a hesitant nod in return.
"Are you an acquaintance of his?"
Haven's lips rose slightly. "You can say so."
The old lady lead her into the living room and departed to call her son down. During the small exchange of conversation, Haven noticed a visible sadness glistening in Mrs. Qin's eyes. It seemed that Gavin had already told her what happened to her a few days ago.
Just as Haven finished counting to 175, footsteps sounded off on the nearby staircase. The face of her long-old friend appeared before her and she stood up, getting a glimpse of his mother departing off into the kitchen.
"Who are you and what do you want?" he demanded, his eyes sharp as if he was questioning a convict of their crimes.
Haven internally smirked. 'This is going to be hella fun.'
Approaching him, she slowly scanned his face. The dark eye circles under his eyes couldn't be hidden and the drop in his shoulders could be seen clearly even from a distance.
"I'm Haven Lee." the name seemed to have made something click inside him as she glimpsed a flicker of interest in his baby-blue eyes. "I need the case files for Ezekiel Wei's case since I'm taking it on."
"Why?"
"Well, that's my business isn't it?" she retorted back and he seemed a little surprised by her answer. Her looks didn't quite seem to match her words.
"As a fellow agent, I have full right to be curious as to why you want that suicide case. As far as I know, you could be a spy sent from Wei himself to gather information."
Hearing this, her brows rose automatically. 'Not bad partner...'
"You're acting quite pessimistic today. Unusual for you, no?" her words seemed to be affecting him hard as he took a step back and folded his arms.
'Getting defensive won't make me back off.'
"What do you even know about me huh?" his words were meant to hurt but they did the opposite instead.
'I know more about you than you think.'
"Let me guess, if I walk up into your room right now, it'll be crowded with empty coffee cups ordered straight from Starbucks. Right or wrong?"
The fake hardened mask of his cracked up a little after hearing this. "H-How—"
"Also, you know how much I hate it when I get sent to voicemail don't you?"
His arms fell to his sides and Haven let herself smile a little.
"Who are you?" he spoke after a whole minute, stabling his voice.
"Your dead partner, Haven Chen."
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