What She Thought She Knew (Rachel Moore Mystery Book 1), стр. 15

"Yes I did." He replied. "I did my own research on Phantom activities. You'd be amazed by the sheer number of Phantom dealings that occur within our own cities. Needless to say, it's vital that we put a stop to them."

He finally stepped out of the shadows, and revealed to me his familiar form.

I stared blankly at him. I only met him over a month ago, and already I was used to him.

"What are your plans now, Agent Delta?" The main Director asked.

Delta turned to face the Directors. "Agent Moore and I will be tracking any Phantom dealings related to Martin Hill until the concert."

I stared at him slightly shocked. "Since when was there a 'we'?"

Delta titled his head towards me, and a small smile formed on his face.

"Like it or not Agent Moore, but this mission is mine just as much as it's yours. You'll have to get used to working with me."

I held back a snort, and instead mumbled to myself for having to get used to him pop up at the most odd moments. I could have sworn I heard a light chuckle come from him.

"Do you require any additional Seeker support, Agent Delta?" The female member asked.

Said person shook his head. "That won't be necessary. I believe that Agent Moore and I are more than capable of handling this on our own."

I raised an eyebrow at his remark. Since when was he so eager to suddenly work with me?

Either way, it didn't matter. I was able to continue with my investigation, while his answer satisfied the Directors that we were dismissed from the creepy room.

I let out a sigh of relief once in the hallway as I walked with Agent Delta by my side back to the armored elevator.

Once inside, the Guardian let out a breath of his own.

I glanced at him in curiosity.

"What?" He asked when he finally noticed me looking at him.

"Are you stalking me or something?" I asked bluntly.

He blinked. "I'm not. I'm merely doing my duty as your Guardian, while indirectly helping you with your investigation."

I raised an eyebrow. "Why would you want to help me? You barely know me."

The Guardian shrugged. "I tend to make good judgment of people. I've decided that you're trustworthy."

I raised an eyebrow, yet I was slightly touched by his opinion of me. "I tend to make good judgments of people as well, yet I'm not sure about you. For all I know, you could be a Phantom spy sent to keep an eye on me."

My comment seemed to have hit a touchy subject for the Guardian bent his head, and looked away.

I winched at my harsh comment, but it was too late.

After a moment in an unwanted tense silence, he spoke. "I assure you that I'm not a Phantom agent. They have affected so many people, and not in good ways. I'm here to stop the pain they have inflicted on innocent people."

His fists were balled up, and I could practically feel the fury radiating off of him in waves.

I was caught in between whether I should try to comfort Agent Delta, or simply say nothing.

Mercifully, the elevator door opened to expose the main area of the Seeker building.

We both stepped out, though Agent Delta seemed to have wanted to speed away from me.

I felt a feeling of hurt before I quickly squashed it.

I turned towards him. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable." I finally said. "My comment was uncalled for. We all lost someone, and I can relate to being desperate in wanting to stop the Phantoms."

That seemed to have caught his attention. "Lost someone? What?" His eyes widened before he whipped his head away, and practically ran down the large space.

I was left there staring at his retreating back in confusion. Was it something I said?

Chapter 11: Take My Breath Away

I spent the next few weeks going through some leads about Martin Hill. To my minor dislike, my "bossy" Guardian kept insisting on working together. Not exactly what I had in mind, but I got tired of arguing with him.

A few hours ago, Delta left, saying that he had to go prepare for our upcoming "appointment" with Hill. I hadn't the slightest idea on what he was doing, but I figured that it didn't matter much to me.

It was the night of the Salute to Vienna concert, and I was more than eager to take in Martin Hill.

I arrived back at my apartment at a quarter after four. As soon as the door was shut, I proceeded to strip off my comfortable clothes to prepare for my shower.

I discarded the various pieces of clothing on the ground, and walked straight to the bathroom. I started the shower, and adjusted the water's temperature. Once I deemed it ok, I stepped inside, and automatically moaned in appreciation as the warm water dripped down my skin and soothed my aching muscles.

I took my time in the shower as I spread the soap over my body, and cleaned off any filth I may have had. I wanted to stay in the shower forever, but duties pulled me away from my brief paradise.

Grumpily, I turned off the water, and wrapped a lavender towel around me before I stepped out. Liquid droplets fell onto the tiled floor, and created a dripping sound effect.

Slightly comforted by the sound, I took a deep breath before I went out to my room.

The cooler air caused goose bumps to form all over my skin. I ignored them as I fetched out my evening attire. I carefully put on the delicate dress, and observed myself in the mirror.

My dress was black and skin tight, and ended at my feet. It fit perfectly, the fabric was pulled delicately over