What She Thought She Knew (Rachel Moore Mystery Book 1), стр. 87

The Irish Warrior then came forward. "What about my niece?" He asked roughly.

I looked down, and clenched my fists together. I knew that if I told her the truth of Agent Claire, then he'd go mad, so I opted to take Fear's suggestion. "The Phantoms killed her too." I replied quietly.

For a moment, there was a tense silence as the information was taken in, before the Irish brute yelled out in anger and punched the nearest wall which created a deep indent.

I got the feeling that I was being watched, so I turned to my side, and saw Agent Arrow look at me in relief.

I simply nodded before I focused my attention on Pete. "What do we do?" I ask.

It wasn't Pete who answered my question as we all turned to face Agent Cian. "We kill every single one of those Phantom bastards." The Irish man then turned to face us, his hawk-like eyes flashed with a barely contained fury. "They just made this personal." He growled ferociously.

Chapter 41: Torn Apart Once More

~ Rachel's POV ~

I huffed exasperatedly to myself for perhaps the millionth time ever since that asshole locked me up in one of the conference rooms in the higher levels of Seeker HQ with those two grunts from the cell block.

I swore that they still held a grudge against me after I locked them up in my old cell.

The mere memory brought a brief smile to my face, but it was quickly wiped off when my thoughts traced back to Shadow.

I couldn't believe that the sly bastard managed to take control of Seeker HQ.

All throughout Seeker Basic, we trainees were constantly told that HQ was the most protected place in the world.

How in the hell did the Phantoms successfully take it as if it were a candy bar freely laying around just waiting for a kid to pick it up?

I let out a dramatic sigh, which caused a twitch from one of my "guards."

I smirked as my simple action irritated the man. If I was going to be held against my will, then I may as well have attempted to have some fun with it; at the expense of my captors, of course.

A fierce rumbling came out of nowhere. The room shook violently, and some of the windows shattered.

I instinctively took cover under the long and elegant wooden table, and waited until the rumbling stopped.

My guards were surprised as well, which led me to believe that there was a resistance. Hopefully, it's the Seekers fighting back, I thought.

The rumbling stopped quickly, however, from what I could have seen, the damage was extensive.

As I stood from my hiding place, I cautiously walked towards the cool breeze that freely came in from the broken windows, and looked down.

I immediately regretted my decision for it was then that I realized just how high we were. Oh God, I thought, I hope those brutes don't push me out!

For my safety, I stepped away from the exposed area, and casually sat on the conference table.

The two Phantom agents' initial confusion was replaced with their usual stoic expressions.

A thought came into mind and I smiled at the implication.

I stuck two fingers in my mouth, and stretched the skin so that it looked like the Cheshire Cat.

Of course, they ignored me, however, I was persistent.

I stuck my tongue out and rolled my eyeballs inward.

One of the agents shivered slightly at the sight, which caused me to smirk in return.

The door then opened, which ended my childish scheme, and at the doorway stood no other than the Phantom leader himself. "Hello Agent Moore, a pleasure to see you again."

I snorted. "Whatever, just skip the pleasantries." I replied.

The Phantom leader chuckled in response.

Instead of entering the room, he stood outside and gestured to the two guards. "Bring her out." He simply said.

As obedient as ever, the two brutes approached me, and attempted to grab my arms.

I felt like a child who had to be guided by adults because I couldn't find my way around. I crossed my arms, and looked at them in defiance.

Unsure, they looked over to the Phantom leader who merely chuckled at my reaction. "Leave her." He replied. "I don't think our guest will be any trouble whatsoever, will she?"

"That depends on you." I answered as I leaned back.

"No," Shadow then said as he peaked from behind, "it depends on this." He then took out a serrated shotgun, and pointed it at me.

He looked me in the eye, and then gestured towards the open door.

I merely blinked as I took in the sight of the shotgun before I glanced up at the agent who looked pissed.

I still couldn't get over the fact of how he looked exactly like John, aside from a long scar that went over his nose. "You're a self-absorbed bastard, you know that?"

Shadow's upset demeanor switched 180⁰ as he grinned. "Why thank you. I'll take that as a compliment."

I rolled my eyes.

Not wanting to have a new hole put into me, I walked towards the door, and was followed by the four men.

We walked down the grey hallway until we reached the elevators.

Shadow stepped in front of me, and pressed the call button.

A minute later, the elevator door opened, and we all stepped inside.

The ride down was awkward for me: it wasn't everyday where one was in a confined space with their worst enemy without some type of violence occurring.

I breathed in deeply to calm my increasing nerves.

"So, Agent Moore," Shadow casually started, "have you finally accepted to join us?"

I looked at the man in annoyance. "Hell no. I'd rather die for what I believe in, than live a life without meaning. Your organization is a disease that