What She Thought She Knew (Rachel Moore Mystery Book 1), стр. 85

"I'm here." He replied. "What's your position?"

"We're in the cell block. There's no sign of Agent Moore, however, there is a chance that the Phantoms are using her as bait in order to lure us out."

"I see." Pete said. "What do you need from me?"

"Just do your job well, Pete. Also, tell Agent Cian to hurry up with his support. It should be clear for them since Agent Evans completed his task."

"Understood. We'll draw their fire from you. Good luck."

"You too." Agent Arrow replied before he ended the connection.

He looked at Fear and I carefully. "Alright, this is it. Pete will draw their attention, and we'll head up to the interrogation rooms. Hopefully, there won't be too many Phantom agents for us to take out."

Both Fear and I nodded, and with the conclusion of our brainstorming, we hurriedly made our way up through the layers of HQ's underground section.

As we arrived on the interrogation level, Agent Arrow's ear piece hummed to live, and the Medic activated it. "Agent Arrow here."

"It's Pete. Agent Cian's support just arrived. We compromised one of the Phantoms delivery trucks, and now the entire base is on alert. You should be cleared of any resistance down below." An explosion cut off Pete's voice as he grunted. "We'll try to keep them focused on us for as long as we can. But we will pull out when it becomes too much. Just don't take too long." Numerous gunshots boomed in the connection.

"Understood Pete. Arrow out." He looked up at us. "We better hurry." He said.

Without a second thought, we quickly, but carefully, proceeded through the interrogation level.

We briefly looked through each door until we reached the end of the hallway that lead to an open area.

Up ahead was a lone, hooded figure with its back towards us.

All three of us cautiously walked over until we were at the opening of the hall.

"Seeker agents, glad to see that you've listened to my message." The figure then turned around to face us.

"Where's Agent Moore?" I asked as calmly as I could.

The figured appeared uninterested for he shifted his weight onto one hip, and crossed his arms. "She took her own life." He said plainly. "Cyanide pill."

My eyes widened in shock as the horrifying news slapped me across the face. "No," I finally managed to say. "You're lying!"

The man raised an eyebrow in a mocking manner. "Am I? Agent Moore was so devastated to find out that the man she loved was the son of the man responsible for the death of her family."

My heart skipped a beat, and the blood in my veins turned to ice.

Either the Phantom agent was blind or didn't care, but he laughed nonetheless. "So shocking, isn't it? And who better to tell her that than the one person who is more like you than even you know?" As he spoke, the Phantom agent proceeded to remove his mask, and with one last look at me, he took off his hood.

Instinctively, I stepped back as I was literally taken by surprise.

It was like looking at my own reflection, although he had a distinguishable scar over his nose.

His eyes, my deformed eyes, stared back at me with amusement, yet with a hint of hatred as well.

I barely heard the sharp breath escape from Agent Arrow, nor did I notice the disturbed look that Fear gave me.

My look-alike laughed briefly. "Your reactions amuse me. Especially yours, John."

I just stared in shock as I couldn't find my voice.

I knew that my father was ruthless in his ambitions, but I never suspected that he have used me to make this abomination. "How?" I finally managed to voice.

My clone shrugged carelessly. "You're his son. I imagine it must have been easy to get a sample of your DNA. The rest of the details are too scientific for me to care about."

My entire body went slack and it felt like I was paralyzed.

Rachel was…dead? No, that couldn't have been true; he was lying.

"What do you want?" I asked after a few tense moments in silence.

The Phantom agent cocked his head. "Are you stupid? I thought you'd understand by now. You're coming with me."

Fear automatically stepped forward. "That's not going to happen." He said.

"Not you idiots, just him." The Phantom replied as he pointed at me. "Come now, Johnny. Daddy wants to see his little boy again." My clone snickered.

I narrowed my eyes at my look-alike and we just stared at each other intensely.

I analyzed all of his details that were exactly like mine: from the color of our hair, to the streak that came across his face when he frowned.

I figured that he did the same thing to me.

Alas, I spoke. "If my father wants me to join his side, he'll just toss you aside like garbage. Don't you realize that?"

"Of course I do. Do you really think I'm blind to his goals?" My clone shook his head. "No, I have much grander plans for the Phantoms. However, In order for them to work, I need to get rid of you."

Before I could have reacted, the Phantom agent swiftly brought out a shotgun and fired straight at me.

For a moment, the entire world went into slow motion: one minute the Phantom agent was in my sights, the next, another figure was in front of me and then fell down.

As it collapsed to the ground, I finally snapped out of my haze, and looked down in horror. "Fear!" I cried out.

I dropped to my knees, and gently brought Fear's head onto my lap.

He grunted in pain, and coughed out a rather large pulp of blood.

My eyes widened at the amount of blood he was losing, and I desperately applied pressure to his wound.

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