What She Thought She Knew (Rachel Moore Mystery Book 1), стр. 82

Ever since we came back, there were many instances where we narrowly avoided detection by the Phantoms.

As Agent Evans said so himself, they were normally thorough in their work, and hardly anybody escaped their notice.

Something was definitely wrong.

I didn't have time to dwell on my concern as my partners wrapped themselves with some cooled silver paper.

I snapped myself back to attention, and did the same thing.

If the plan went exactly how we wanted it, then Agent Arrow would successfully disable the electric board which would activate the backup generator.

As a result, the surveillance cameras would switch to thermal imagery, hence why we brought the cooled silver paper.

Once we were fully covered, we all assembled into a single line, and climbed up some steep rocks in order to reach the lowest level of Seeker HQ.

We succeeded with minimal strain and we quickly moved to the power source for the entire building.

Expertly, Arrow accessed the power system and shut it all down.

The lights automatically went out, and a low groaning sound filled the area as the backup generator kicked in.

Arrow got up and took out a simple, yet elegant silver knife. "Remember, we only have an hour guys have to fulfill our mission while the Phantoms are unaware." He said.

He then turned, and walked away.

Without question, we followed him down the dimly lit hallway, careful to make sure to avoid any patrolling Phantoms.

We arrived at an intersection of sorts that relayed several identical hallways.

Agent Arrow then turned to face us. "We'll split up here; we'll cover more ground that way." He suggested.

As dangerous as it was, there was no other way to find Rachel faster.

My teammates and I understood as we nodded and all headed off in our own direction.

The normally dimmed hallways seemed even darker, if that were possible.

Despite the fact that the paper that covered me would have rendered me practically invisible to the infrared specialized cameras, I still didn't want to take any chances, so I clung to the wall for dear life.

I did that until I reached the end of the hallway and arrived at an armored door.

Curious, I attempted to open it, however, the locks were bolted shut, yet there was an access panel beside it.

As I was fumbling with the panel, a voice resonated through the unsettling quiet from behind me. "I'm afraid I can't let you do that."

As soon as the words were spoken, a hard object was pressed on the back of my head.

"You bitch." I murmured to myself as I turned around to face the gun pointed at my face.

Chapter 39: A Painful Departure

I narrowed my eyes as I came face to face with the gun wielder. Her eyes morphed to the traditional color of the Phantoms.

"So, which side gave you more sexual pleasure?" I said mockingly.

The woman merely glared at me. "Shut up, Agent Delta." She said as she emphasized her threat by pressing the gun harder against my chest.

I grunted slightly at the force. "I take it that you were the reason why our return to New York went smoothly?"

The Phantom agent raised an eyebrow. "Wow, did you have to think hard to come to that conclusion?" She asked sarcastically.

I glared in response. "How could you have betrayed us? After everything we've been through. Did you ever care about Fear? What about your uncle?"

The woman merely stared at me blankly. "You fail to realize that the Seekers have lost. Your little rescue operation won't work. As for Fear, he would be a great asset to the Phantoms. My uncle, however, is an old man. He's past due for death."

I narrowed my eyes even further and snarled. "You bitch!" I hissed. "You turned your back against everything the Seekers have ever stood for! You've been manipulated, can't you see that?"

"Hardly." She replied. "I've been greatly improved. You see, I've always felt that the Seekers have been pulling me back from my true potential. When the Phantoms expressed their interest in me, how could I have refused such an opportunity?"

If it weren't for the gun, I would have grabbed Agent Claire by the neck and snapped it.

Instead, I willed myself to remain as calm as I possibly could. "Whoever you used to be, that person is dead. You're a traitor, and I will stop you." I said.

Agent Claire snorted. "Don't be so sure, Agent Delta. There are more enemies here than friends."

As if to prove her point, footsteps echoed in the hallway.

Immerging from the darkness was no other than Martin Hill. "Well, well. Look who's here." The balding man commented as he smiled crookedly. "You know, I've been itching to get some payback ever since you've arrested me."

He then grabbed me roughly by my collar, and slammed me hard against the stone wall. "I'm going to enjoy cutting you up." Hill then took out a sharp razor blade.

I stared at it anxiously, and when I looked back at the man, he grinned sadistically at me as his eyes were of the same color as Agent Claire's. "Let this be a lesson for you on never messing with me."

Just before he could aim the knife at my face, Agent Claire grabbed Hill by his arm, and pushed him to the side. "I wouldn't do that if I were you, Hill." She simply said.

She then looked at me blankly, her glowing eyes no longer held the same warmth that I have associated with her during the length of our former mission. "The leader wants us to bring him in. Probably for some long deserved father-son time." The last part sounded sarcastic.

I narrowed my eyes at her and bit my lip to prevent myself from making a retort that I might have regretted.

I had to escape their grasp