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Agent Delta glanced at me with an unreadable look before he stood up.

With that, he turned away, and left my apartment, shutting the door softly.

When I glanced at the clock, I realized that it was just past ten. I made my way to my bedroom and carelessly slammed the door shut.

I flopped down on my bed. I was completely exhausted that I didn't bother to take off my dress… nor did I notice my family portrait resting upright on top of my desk.

Chapter 14: A Little Bird Told Me

I woke up the next morning with a killer hang-over. I had hoped that I would have no recollection of the previous night, but even my dreams acted as a reminder of what I had almost done.

I was so ashamed and embarrassed that for once, I actually cared about what people thought of me. Especially Agent Delta.

I wasn't ready to face him, yet I couldn't just avoid him my whole life.

I grudgingly got out of bed, and carefully slipped out of my dress.

I hastily took a shower as I imagined scrubbing off the filth that Hill contaminated me with.

Once I was done, I dressed in my usual attire, and downed a cup of black coffee with an aspirin pill.

I sighed as I went out of my apartment.

I went straight to Seeker HQ where Martin Hill was being held. The thought of him made me feel flustered.

As I entered the building, something unusual stirred within my gut.

I looked around me to see if anything was out of the ordinary. Right away I noticed that there were more security guards than usual. The difference wasn't hugely noticeable, yet their presence seemed to have increased the unease I felt.

Nothing else in particular caught my attention, aside from a handful of passing high ranked Seeker members with blanched faces.

I looked at them with a questioning glance.

Once they left my line of sight, I turned my head away.

I entered the elevator. As I waited for my level to arrive, I shifted my weight from my hip to another to try to push aside my unease.

Despite my discomfort, I made my way to the interrogation hallway as soon as the elevator door opened.

The area was a few levels underground as the subjects tended to get…talkative.

The prisoners we brought back were usually scum taken off the streets that enjoyed yelling out profanities of bringing down the Seekers, and other inappropriate comments I rather not mention.

They were completely ruthless in their everyday handlings, but were surprisingly very knowledgeable about the Phantoms. Martin Hill was no exception.

I continued walking until I stood right outside the interrogation room.

Inside was the one and only Martin Hill. He was unbound, however, various Warriors surrounded the walls on the inside.

Sitting in front of him with their back towards me was whom I presumed was the interrogator. From the look on Hill's face, he was scared shitless despite his best attempts at not appearing bothered.

I let out a brief chuckle as I could have only imagined how the interrogator threatened Hill to get him to sweat like that.

I caught movement from the corner of my eye. I turned around, and saw Agent Delta walk towards me.

"Good morning Agent Moore." He said politely.

"… Morning," I replied back cautiously.

I didn't want to bring up any reminders from last night, yet Delta didn't seem to be upset about it.

Instead, he stopped beside me, and faced the observation window. His proximity made me feel even more edgy.

I studied him discreetly as he observed the ongoing interrogation, his dark eyebrows narrowed in concentration.

My gaze traced his masculine face, picking out all of the detail I hadn't noticed before. He had thin line of barely noticeable freckles spotting over his nose, adding a splash of color to his pale face. His lips were a pleasant shade of pink, and glistened in the light.

My heart began beating harder the more I studied him. My breathing became shallower as if I was falling into a trance.

"He seems to have a lot of knowledge on the Phantoms." Agent Delta finally commented.

I jumped slightly at the unexpected remark.

The Guardian continued. "Your contact was well informed."

I continued to examine Delta's neutral face as I looked for any give away of his thoughts.

He appeared too calm, there was no tightening of his facial muscles nor any pressure on his lips.

With no success, I answered back. "Indeed. He was verywell informed."

Agent Delta merely glanced at me with a cocked eyebrow.

I stared shamelessly into his light eyes, mentally demanding access to his inner being. His eyes were like molten silver as they stared back at me just as intensely.

I opened my mouth slightly as words timidly formed in my throat. "Wh…"

Breaking us out of our tense stare-off was the sound of a door opening.

We both looked away from each other, and focused on the door. Coming out was the Head Warrior who visited me at the hospital.

"It's you," I stated in surprise.

The man smiled gently. "It's nice to see you again Agent Moore, though I wish it were under better circumstances." All too abruptly, the strong appearance of the Head Warrior broke down to reveal a very tired man.

I gave a look of concern. "Are you alright?"

The man sighed heavily. "I wish I was better, that's for sure." He answered, exhaustion was evident in his voice. "This man that you captured is indeed affiliated with the Phantoms, and it's much direr than we initially feared."

"What happened?" I asked.

"Your contact was correct about one thing: Martin Hill has indeed had dealings with the Phantoms. What we didn't anticipate was the degree to which he has had these transactions with them." For a moment, the Head Warrior, a