Jorge sat in the library of Beacon Academy. He was laying back in a bean bag with his partner half sitting next, half sitting on his lap.
She had said that it was because there wasn't enough room for her to sit next to him and that there were no other seats available. Jorge doubted the truth of both of these statements. Which was odd since his partner was known for her good nature and honesty.
In truth, he had a gut feeling as to what was the cause of her actions. It wasn't lost on him that once she had fallen asleep she started to shift until she had wrapped her arms around him. He normally would dismiss this as her being comfortable around him which would make sense since she was his partner. However, he could also smell the perfume she had put on before she found him where he was reading.
It was different from her normal version. It smelled like cinnamon. On top of being a very odd scent of perfume to even own it was also one of Jorge's favorite smells on the planet.
It always reminded him of the times that Kathleen and Ivan would bake cinnamon rolls and she would bring them in and share them with Jorge and the other children.
She was trying to encourage him to stay here. She didn't want him to go. He knew that he had to and that meant that when he had to leave it would only be harder for him.
"Mr. Telmarvak." a voice said from just around the bookshelf. It was a tall and lean dark-skinned man. "The time has come," he said.
Without a word or even a glance at the man, Jorge looked down at his partner. He gently grasped one of her shoulders and rocked her enough to wake her up. "Pyr," he said. "I need to go.
He saw her start to wake up until she heard what he said and then she tried to burrow into his chest hoping that he wouldn't be able to get up out of fear of upsetting her. And normally it would have worked.
"Pyrrha, I need to go," he said his voice somber and even.
With a weak and pained voice, she answered: "No, you don't it was just some stupid deal made years ago, it wouldn't even be legal now."
He could tell from her voice that she was close to tears and he could understand why given the situation it was reasonable for her to be feeling this way.
"Pyrrha, I have a plan, I know what I am doing," he said. He hoped that he sounded confident because he wasn't. His whole plan was built around an obscure fact that he knew and yet didn't know how he knew. It was unsettling, to say the least.
In response to his words, Pyrrha only held on tighter.
"Mr. Telmarvak." came the call of the man from earlier he was clearly growing impatient and
allowed that to slip into his voice.
Jorge simply looked at him and said."I will come when I am ready, not a moment before do you have a problem with that!" his voice was a growl by the end of his sentence. And it achieved the
desired effect as the man took a step back and held his tongue.
"I need to go Pyrrha." as he spoke Jorge stood and up and Pyrrha stood with him. Together they made their way through Beacon's halls. There was an complete silence in the halls as they traversed them their first stop was the team JNPR dorm he needed to get his pistol and he hoped the get Pyrrha to stay there.
When they arrived he went in and retrieved his pistol and his box of ammo. Looking to Pyrrha he asked her. "Are you sure you want to come to this?"
She didn't answer with words she simply nodded in affirmation.
With no more words that needed to be said between them, Jorge looked to the rest of his team. Ren and Nora looked at him with eyes that showed just how much they hated this idea. Then again so did he but that wouldn't change that it had to be done. When they left their dorm they went to the bullhead docks and were greeted by Yatsuhashi.
The silent giant simply walked aboard the bullhead with Jorge, Pyrrha, and the other man. Then the bullhead took off and they flew to a small boat that was anchored in international waters. The bullhead hovered over the deck and all of them jump the three remaining feet.
Waiting for them on the deck was an older man. His name was Count Maximilian Lee. and he had to die today. Taking his place twenty feet away from the count Jorge reached into his ammo box and loaded two shells before he threw the empty box into the ocean.
"You only brought two bullets," the Count asked his mockery quite clear. "Who do you think you are?"