What She Thought She Knew (Rachel Moore Mystery Book 1), стр. 48

My body went rigid momentarily at the mention of the Phantom leader.

Luckily, the man behind me was too engrossed in the conversations to have noticed. "How could we have missed those rogue agents? Why are we called Seekers then if we can't find them?"

The Irish man shrugged. "I don't know about that, however what I do know is that this mission we're going on is complete bullshit."

I raised an eyebrow in curiosity. "Why is that?" I finally asked as I turned around.

The Irish man turned his head towards me. "Who are you?" He asked gruffly.

"I'm Agent Delta: a Seeker Guardian." I replied automatically as I invited myself to sit in the middle of both men.

The Irish man grunted, and then placed his hand out in greeting. "I'm Agent Cian: the best Warrior the Seekers have." He winked.

I took his hand and shook it.

The man in dark green rolled his eyes. "I'm Agent Arrow: Seeker Medic."

I shook his hand, and turned my attention to Agent Cian.

Said person spoke. "I find this mission to be complete bullshit because of the situation in general. What good tactical wise would it do for the Phantoms to attack the Shroud? If they wanted to incapacitate our offensive forces, it'd do them well to attack Seeker Headquarters; that way, we'd be completely disorganized, and the Phantoms could then attack us as we're vulnerable."

I took in what he said, and analyzed it. He did have a point, though a part of me was skeptical about his opinion. "Tactical wise it's sound, I agree with you, but Seeker HQ is perhaps the most secured place in the world. How do you suppose Phantoms would overrun it?

The Warrior leaned forward, and counted off points from his hand. "Deceit, distraction, and a big fucking army. They've got all of those, but it's because of our paranoia that they haven't made a move just yet."

I stared at the man in slight surprise.

He was strong, that I could tell, but he wasn't cocky enough to believe that he was invincible. Not to mention that he was intelligent.

His friend, however, seemed to have thought otherwise. "Ah Cian, there you go again with your conspiracy talk. How about you just wrap your head around reality, instead of fantasy?"

That part got me confused. "What conspiracy?"

The Medic looked at me in annoyance, while the Warrior's eyes gleamed in excitement. "I'm glad you asked boy!" He exclaimed which caught the attention of the other Seeker agents.

He paid them no attention. "You see lad, Phantom agents are damn good at what they do. They've kidnapped and harmed thousands of people back when the war first escalated. What's to say that those victims are not in our own organization? Every day, we catch some punk off the streets doing deals with the bastards. How could they have gotten such sensitive information without help from the inside? I'm telling you, the bastards have spies among the Seekers!" He hissed at the end.

I could only stare at the Warrior in amazement as Agent Arrow shook his head and placed a hand over his face.

"It's true I tell you!" Cian continued. "You never know where they are. They might even be here!"

I shuffled nervously as his hawk-like eyes studied me like an amoeba under a microscope.

His serious expression then melted into that of amusement. "Oh, hold onto your panties lad. I was just kidding around." He said, and laughed hard.

I gave him an annoyed look, but that just amused him more.

"You better go before he dissects you." Agent Arrow commented.

I couldn't have agreed with him more.

I rose and said my goodbyes to them before I made my way back to my seat.

Fear was half awake when I got back. "Where have you been?" he asked.

I shook my head. "Nowhere." I stated simply.

My friend shrugged carelessly before he closed his eyes again.

I spent the rest of the flight reflecting over what Agent Cian had said. I was all too aware of just how right he was.

Chapter 25: Unwanted Responsibilities

I managed to doze off for a bit just before the plane began its decent into the Zurich area.

The abrupt change in pressure combined with the drop in my stomach woke me up from my light slumber. I shook off my fatigue, and adjusted my seat belt.

Out of curiosity, I glanced out the window, and saw fantastic scenery which seemed to have come from a painting.

Slowly, but steadily, the plane descended through the thin layers of clouds, and eventually the airport's runway came into view.

Before I knew it, the plane landed effortlessly, and soon made its way down the tarmac towards the gates.

After ten minutes, our plane was parked along one side of the already busy terminal.

Every occupant inside, myself included, immediately began to unpack the cargo and organize it.

Since we worked efficiently, we managed to finish within thirty minutes, and so we all grouped together on the tarmac.

As we organized ourselves, a line of sleek, black armored vehicles made their way towards our direction.

The other agents and I automatically straightened into attention as the cars pulled up to our group.

One of the doors from the head car opened, and out came a muscled man with a cameo suit on. "Ladies and gentlemen, I'm Agent Zero, and you will be having your mission briefing on site at the Shroud. I've been assigned with you folks to make sure that the mission is successful and to ensure the continued security of the Shroud. Any questions?"

No one voiced any concerns, so the man took that cue and continued. "Alright then. Occupy the free vehicles. Move!"

Not needing to be told twice, we quickly filed into a line, and filled up the numerous vehicles.

Fear and I got into one near