"The lil raven is the most helpful agents here, and she's a friend, family. She always helps me with whatever I need. She even planned our villa herself, without asking for a penny." True, I did, but it was exciting, since she is very creative herself, as a professional artist who produces amazing sculptures and paintings, that are sold for millions, some times billions.
Uncle Heath gave me a look that said that he knows what I'm doing and that he finds me petty and a scheming sly fox. He suggested countless times that I changed my codename from The Countess to Fox or Nine-tailed Fox, because he says it suits me better, or a Serpent, but I don't care.
I am literally a Countess after all.
He sighed.
"Okay, Countess, you won. But if you get yourself killed on this, the same way your parents and their friends later on did, don't come back to haunt me as a ghost. I've been trying to protect you, as I promised I would as your Godfather, but you are a stubborn lil thing who kept insisting on this. You're 27 now, you better not die younger than you mom did."
"Wait," Harriet gasped, "the mission you want,"
"It's the one my parents were working on when they died. Probably the reason why they died and related to their killers," sigh. "It's what kept me working all of those years, the hope on getting my hands on this mission, and uncover what actually happened in July 9th of 1999." I hate number 9, it signifies unluck to me, while 7 is my lucky number. Call me superstitious if you want, I feel like it's an actual thing. "All the documents on their death are here, it's kept secret together with the archived mission they were working in."
"Ah, Selene," she said softly, coming closer, full of compassion but not touching me, as her hands are dirty with uncle Heath's cock. Ew, ew.
"It's okay, it's been 24 years now," sigh. "Which makes me want to solve it even more," then I turned my eyes to uncle Heath, who was now up, standing at 1.97m, opening his safe that's hidden behind the big painting of a scenery found in Sicily, Italy, which Harriet painted.
Picking a thick file in a leather case, he held it under his left arms and locked the safe again, covering it with the painting. I broke into it once, but I was unable to crack the code of the safe. I always knew he hid this file in there, "Be careful, for the love of God, Selene."
"I will, I promise!" Narrowing his eyes, he raised his right pinky finger and I cringed in disgust. "Wash your hands first, ew."
Rolling his eyes, we quickly went to the bathroom at the back of his office and then came back, hands clean, file still under his arm. "There you go, now, pinky it up, I know better than believe your shallow spoken words by now, I know how scheming you are."
Grinning like a wolf who had been caught in sheep's clothing, I raised my pinky finger and intertwined with his.
"I promise I'll be careful."
Sigh, "I can't believe I'm giving you this. The last two times I gave these damned files to someone, they died. You batter change that statistics to 2:1 instead of 3:0, Selene. Do you understand me?"
I grabbed the files, but he kept his hold on it, "I understand," with all my strength, I tried tugging it to me and out of his grip, and after a lil struggle, he let go. "Any orders, Phoenix?"
"If you get any agent entangled in your investigation, tell me who they are, so I can exempt them from any other missions, so you can focus totally on this one. Until you have good news, only contact me if it's for me to cover up for you, to pass me the name of those working with you, or to tell me you solved. I pray you do, and you have a better ending than your parents did, Selene," he sighed, tired, for once, looking his age.
"I hope so too, uncle Heath."
"Stay in touch. Anything or anybody you need, just call me through your secondary phone. If you need resources or reinforcement, we will help out, understood? Don't be stubborn and prideful on this, if you need extra help, say the word and I'll get it for you!"
"Understood," I said softly, noticing his rising anxiety.
He's right, it is dangerous to do it alone, but it's not like I can put Jung-jin on board with this, at least not now. I'm not getting anyone else involved in this dangerous mission, unless I find it extremely necessary.
Putting my leather black gloves on, which I brought with me in my handbag, I pressed the leather file case tight against my body, but not as tight as the Nighthawk Custom GRP gun under my shirt, in my waist, the silencer on my handbag, because precaution is good, and I do possess a license to port guns with me in the UK, as I am an officer from MI6, secret or not. Nodding to them one last time, I left their office.
Unable to hold, a shite-eating grin curled up my lips. I'm floating.
I purposely built this said-bond with Harriet, whose an introvert and has no other friends, sole heiress of an old money family, and who actually does loves uncle Heath, and isn't with him just because of his power, as she is technically richer than him, and it was all for this. I knew she was present in the MI6 the second I parked my black Maserati Granturismo, which I left here in London, down there, when my eyes landed on the hot pink with gold Lamborghini Revuelto in the VIP parking lot, which is only used by uncle.
And when that kiss-arse of his secretary tried to stop me from going in, who definitely hates me as much as I hate him, I knew she was in there with him. It was the perfect moment to strike. Had she not been present, uncle Heath wouldn't be that willing to hand me the damn mission at all.
But before I could leave the hallway of his office, which take half of the last floor of the building alone, his door busted open and I instantly turned around, finding uncle standing there.
"You can't go back now!" I warned him defensively.
Sigh, "I won't, I just want to warn you."
"Warn me about what?" I frowned.
"The Beast has his eyes on this mission."
I froze at the mention of the highest ranking Obsidian agent, who's known for being a ruthless piece of shite, an absolute psychopath, and the last person I've ever wanted to cross paths in here, because I'm not usually scared at all, but everything I've heard about that guy creeps the hell out of me. "What?" My voice came out haunted, way more than it should. "Why?"
"He's linked to some of the people who died because of it. He for sure knows you are the daughter of the previous Countess, so, he might try to go after you. Just, be careful. He ain't an enemy, but he's a beast!"
Cold sweat rolled down my spine, and all of my excitement dusted.
"He… he doesn't know anything about me, right?"
"No. I threw him off the tracks when he asked."
My eyes widened, "He asked?" Shite.
"Now you see why I didn't want you involved? Will you back out now?" What the hell? Absolutely the fuck not.
"He won't find me, I'm untraceable. Any tip on how I can identify the Beast if he tries to come my way?" I have never met him, he and his team, a total of four elite agents, all use masks, and even then, I've never came across any masked men.
"No. I don't even know his real name, he's even more untraceable than you are, Countess. But don't underestimate him, he's more dangerous than you, your real and your guardian parents ever were. He's a monster, and that's why he's such a good agent, because we need a monster to go against other monsters." He's not helping.
I swallowed, side-eying his secretary, the only other person present here with us, "Do you have any bullocks to say about this?"
He glared at me, "I never thought you were suicidal!"
"You are able to think?" I gasped, mockingly. "What a surprise." I don't give two shites about him, he's not trained for physical combat, he's the type to stay behind a desk and help uncle Heath remembering his work. But he's arrogant and condescending just because he's his secretary. "You don't look like the brainy type, had uncle been into men, I would think you fucked your way up here."
Harriet burst out laughing behind uncle, who covered his mouth in shock, while Konrad turned crimson red with fury, embarrassment, and a load of humiliation, "You will get yourself killed in this mission, no one was ever able to solve it, you're no different. Or the Beast will kill you!"
"Don't worry Huddy," I called him by the nickname from his last name, which I once caught the girls in the cafeteria that he was flirting with, call him by, which made him even angrier, and I bet that if we were in a cartoon, smoke would be steaming out of his ears, "I'll kill you before I get killed. But before I do that, I'll play with you so much that you will beg for death," I said softly and he went from red to ashen pale.