What She Thought She Knew (Rachel Moore Mystery Book 1), стр. 69
By that point, my initial shock had worn off, and in its place numbness took over.
With nothing left to lose, I chose to speak my mind. "You think you're more of a man than John is? You've just been living in his shadow for your entire life. Dear daddy doesn't care about you; he just wants his 'real' son back. You're strong and resourceful, I'll give you that…" I paused to look at the Phantom's shaded face. "But in the end, you're still just a clone. No matter how hard you try, you'll never be the real deal." I finished as I smirked weakly.
The Phantom agent stared at me blankly before he slapped me pretty hard on the cheek.
I spat out blood, and I could have sworn that some teeth felt looser than earlier.
"I don't need to be the real deal." He replied quietly. "I just need to get rid of him." He stared at me venomously, and for a moment, I thought that he was going to kill me.
The next few minutes were tense and silent, however the Phantom agent breathed in deeply, and let out a long exhale.
He got up and looked at me in indifference. "Your Seeker training won't save you from this hell hole. Mark my words." With that, he turned towards the door, and slammed it shut.
Once I was back in the safety of the darkness, I allowed the tears to pour out of my eyes.
I sobbed in hopelessness as I yearned to be back with John then more than ever. Please, hurry up, I pleaded.
Chapter 33: One More Addition
~ John's POV ~
The rest of the drive went by in relative silence.
I knew that if I spoke, then I would have been yelling at everyone. As such, I chose to simply stare out the window. My eyes, however, didn't register the scenery as my thoughts collided with each other violently. I was worried to death about Rachel.
Absent mindedly, I looked at the rear view mirror and saw the reflections of Fear and Claire.
They too were staring off into space, however, I noticed that their fingers were interlocked with each other's.
My heart gave a brief pang, and I had to look away as I snapped my eyes shut. Damn it, I thought.
Luckily for me, Pete interrupted the silence. "We're almost there." He said.
I nodded in confirmation and once again stared blankly out the window.
About fifteen minutes later, we arrived at our destination.
As I got out of the car, I immediately thought that we were at the wrong place, yet Pete walked confidently towards the door.
Confused, I followed him, along with Fear and Claire.
As I glanced at them, confusion was evident on their faces as they looked around.
When Pete had the door open, he stepped aside to let us in first.
Once we did, we were met by more confusing, not to mention provocative sights.
All three of us looked around awkwardly, especially Claire.
The poor girl looked around as if she expected to get tackled, and forced into one of the outfits. She went ahead of us near the back. Pete came in behind us.
Fear was the first one to break the silence. "Ok, I'll be the one to say this. Why the hell are we in a lingerie store?" He asked bluntly as he looked around with narrowed eyes at the questionable clothing.
I let out a sharp laugh. "You don't like it Fear? I'm pretty sure Agent Claire would look sexy in some of these outfits." I teased as I wiggled my eyebrows suggestively.
Both of Fear's cheeks turned visibly pink, and he glared at me.
Luckily for him, the woman in question wasn't close enough to hear.
"Gentlemen, this isn't the time to quarrel like school boys. We're in a state of war, so it's extremely important that you two pay close attention." The Head Warrior said in a strict tone.
Both Fear and I automatically straightened our backs in apprehension. "Yes sir!" We said.
The Head Warrior gave us a smug look, and walked over to where Claire waited.
She stepped aside to let him unlock the door that led to the back.
Pete once again allowed us to step in first.
Inside was a large warehouse with numerous boxes on the sides, along with two familiar people.
"Uncle Cian!" Claire exclaimed.
The Irish Warrior turned around at the mention of his name. "Alannah! Glad to see your pretty face again."
Agent Claire, or I guess Alannah, smiled softly. "Yeah, it's all because of these two." She gestured to me and Fear.
We both straightened our postures once more as the eagle-like eyes of Agent Cian observed us carefully.
He grunted. "Guess I owe you two a beer for looking after my niece."
I allowed myself to smile. "No need to owe us anything, sir. We don't leave any fellow agents behind."
Agent Cian nodded at us curtly, but nevertheless smiled widely. "Good thing you showed up when you did. I was getting tired of trying to get our dear Agent Arrow to admit just how right I was about conspiracy within the Seekers."
Said person rolled his eyes. "Getting me to confess that you were right won't help our situation." He then glanced at Pete. "I sincerely hope that you have a plan."
The Head Warrior made his way to the center of the room, and looked at each of us carefully.
The atmosphere abruptly went tense.
"About twenty eight hours ago, Seeker Headquarters was attacked by numerous groups of Phantom agents. We determined that they got in with the help of a spy who deactivated all security measures that were in place. Unfortunately for us, the Phantoms killed the son of a bitch before we could get our hands