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0600 Hours
[REDACTED, US]
The rest of the soldiers closed the door behind them before taking their seats at the end of the cabin, giving Six and Wraith privacy while they talked.
Wraith studied the woman infront of him. She knew his real name, something he kept from everyone, as he only used aliases when dealing with people. Wraith figured this woman had to be connected, government he assumed. Though why she would go through all this trouble just to get to him, he wasnt sure, but he had a feeling he would find out soon enough.
"You're a difficult man to find Mr. Winters. You have no idea the amount of effort it took to make this meeting happen." She said. Six studied him, watching for the slightest hint of fear or discomfort. Though to her surprise, he gave no such indication, he simply stared back at her.
"I wasn't trying to be found." He replied plainly. It was evident to Six that he was not pleased at the use of his real name, but he was able to keep his cool, a neutral expression remaining on his face.
"Be that as it may, Caveira is one of our most skilled trackers. And it still took her almost a month to find you." She responded, still eyeing Wraith for any changes in his demeanor. "I would be lying if I said I wasn't Impressed." She added, a slight smirk forming on her face.
'Caviera. So thats the girls name.' Wraith though to himself. He shifted his gaze over to the brazilian woman to find her fidgeting with her knife, flipping it between her fingers. Her eyes turned to meet his, holding his gaze for a moment before returning back to her knife. Wraith turned his attention back to Six after eyeing Caveiras knife, glad that she was paying him no mind. It was clear that Six was in charge of this whole operation, though she still hadnt revealed the purpose of bringing him here. She still had that smirk on her face, eyebrows raised, as if waiting for Wraith to speak.
"What do you want from me? You didn't go through all of this just to kill me." Wraith questioned. The woman obviously needed something from him, she wouldnt have brought him here otherwise.
"Information of course." She replied with a smile, Wraith sighed. Of course thats what she wanted. "From what I've heard you've done a fair amount of buisness with the white masks. Eliminating several key targets for them. I believe you have intel that could be useful to us in stopping their operations." Wraith sat up straight in the small seat.
"Who's 'us'? It's obvious you two aren't working alone." he asked her, raising an eyebrow.
"I'm afraid I can't tell you Mr. Winters." She replied, that damned smirk still plastered on her face.
"Hm. Well I'm not supposed to give away client info." Wraith said. Sixes eyes narrowed, her mischievous smirk disappearing. "Whats in it for me?" He asked with a grin.
"Your freedom." She replied coldly. Wraiths smile quickly faded.
"What are you talking about?" Wraith asked, his voice lower than before. Sixes smirk returned to her face as she saw Wraith starting to get nervous.
"You're a wanted man Mr. Winters. I'm sure there are plenty of people who would sleep better at night knowing that Wraith was off the streets." She said. "One word from me and I could have you locked away, permanently. You'd live out the rest of your days in a dark cell with little to no human contact." She added with a smile. Wraiths eyes widened at that.
"Shit." He muttered. "You're serious aren't you?" He asked, somewhat shocked at how quickly Six had changed her tune. She leaned forward in her seat and looked at him. She smiled, but her eyes remained the same. That intese glare still burning holes through Wraiths head.
"Yep." She replied before leaning back into her chair, crossing her legs.
Wraith slumped back into his seat, looking down at the shiny metal floor of the helicopter while chewing the inside of his cheek. He weighed his options in his head. If he gave Six the information she wanted, the white masks could label him a government informant. They'd likely send people to kill him. Nothing he couldn't handle, but he'd grown tired of looking over his shoulder all the time. If he refused she'd send him to prison, never to be seen again. Neither of the options were particularly desirable, but Wraith decided that the former of the two was a far better choice. He looked up at Six, who still held him in her gaze.
"Well?" She asked, awaiting Wraiths response. Wraith sat up his seat, clearing his throat. It appeared he had his answer.
"Just so we're clear." He started. "If I give you the information you're looking for, you'll let me walk?"
"Correct. You'll be free to go, and you'll likely never hear from us again." She replied, leaning forward in her seat and extending her hand towards him. "Do we have a deal?" She asked. Wraith leaned forward, thinking it over one last time, before he took her hand and gave it a shake.
"Deal." He said, as he brought his hands back to his lap. Six did the same, smiling at him before looking out the window, seemingly captivated by the view of the country side.
"One last question." Wraith said. Six turned her attention back towards him as he slumped back into his seat, staring at the ceiling. "Where the hell we going?" He asked.
"To a nearby airfield. There will be a plane there waiting to take us to the UK." She replied. Wraith looked back at Six, seemingly puzzled. 'The United Kingdom? Why the hell are we going there?' He thought.
"We're going all the way to the UK?" He asked, the confusion present in his voice.
"Indeed. I'd advise you get some rest Mr. Winters. You're going to need it." She replied.
And with that, Six returned to looking out the window. Wraith looked at Caveria, seeing her with her eyes closed and head resting on the back of her seat. Wraith turned to stare up at the ceiling, closing his eyes. Before he drifted off into sleep, he cursed himself, wondering what he had just gotten into.
1000 Hours
Over Atlantic Oceam
They arrived at the airfield at rougly 0700 hours, and upon their arrival, were met with the sight of a black private jet. Wraiths binds had been removed, as Six trusted that he wouldn't try anything. After all, staying in her good graces was in his best interest. Since lift off he had been resting in of the many seats the jet had, in awe at how comfortable they were. He was just starting to doze off when he heard footsteps approaching from behind him. He opened his eyes and turned to find Caveira with a bottle of water in her hand. She held it out to him.
"Drink." She said sternly. Wraith grabbed the bottle from her, opening it and taking a sip.
"Thanks." He replied. She gave a dismissive grunt before stalking off to one of the seats at back of the plane. She ended up sitting across from Six, who was reading something on her tablet.
'What a strange woman.' Wraith thought to himself, taking another sip, before screwing the cap back on the bottle and placing it on the table infront of him.
Wraith looked out the window of the jet, staring at the ocean below them. He had always loved the ocean as a child. Seeing the waves wash back and forth along the beach as he played in the tide, collecting shells and making castles. He remembered his mother. Seeing her wave to him as he splashed about in the waves, or how she used to scold him when he swam out too far. As he grew older, he started to love the ocean more for the mysteries it contained. He'd often dream of ancient cities, hidden away underwater. Or huge creatures, like leviathans and the Kraken.
He sighed, shaking those thoughts from his head as he toyed with the water bottle, sliding it back and forth across the table. He turned to look at Six, who was still staring intently at her tablet. Clearly whatever she was reading was important.
Wraith had been thinking about her a lot on the plane. He was still unable to figure out how she knew who he was, and how she knew so much about him. Even the people he had worked for didnt know a damn thing about him, other than that he was very good at what does. So whoever this woman is, she must have been very committed to finding out who 'Wraith' really was.
Caveira fidgeted with her knife, spinning it around in her hand. She'd always hated sitting around, not doing anything, it irritated her to no end. She shifted her eyes over to look at Wraith, who had his head back, seemingly asleep. She then glared at Six, who was still scrolling through her tablet, stopping every now and then to read something, before continuing on.
"Why are we bringed him to Hereford?" Caveira finally asked. Six looked up at her, taking off her glasses and putting away her tablet.
"It's the most secure place we can bring him." She replied calmy. Caveira said nothing, only looking back down at her knife.
"You think I'm making a mistake bringing him there." Six said. Caveira glared at her.
"He works with the white masks." She hissed, her grip on her knife tightening.
Six merely smiled at her.
"You're right. He does work with the white masks. Which means he'll have inside info on their operations, and that makes it easier for us to shut them down." She said, leaning back into her seat. Caveira remained silent, staring out the window.
"I know I'm taking a risk here, but it is a necessary one." Six said, her smile fading, a more serious expression replacing it. "Think of all the good we could do with this intel." She added. Caveira looked at Six, and upon seeing the dedication on the womans face, gave her a nod and went back to staring at the ocean.
In truth, Wraith had not really been asleep during their conversation, he had heard eveything. He merely pretended to be once he heard them talking, hoping he would overhear something useful, but he heard nothing of importance.
Wraith sighed and looked around, thinking about his current position, Surrounded by soldiers on a private plane flying to the UK, to give intel to the military in exchange for his freedom. Yesterday if someone told him that this is how his night would go, he would've laughed in their face, but yet here he was. He chuckled, leaning over in his seat to rest his head on the wall. He closed his eyes and pulled up his hood, waiting for the calm release of sleep to take him, they would be in the UK soon, at this 'Hereford' place.
However he began to feel a strange feeling overcome him. A feeling that made his palms sweat and his throat tighten, and Wraith recognized it. It was fear. He wasn't afraid of where he's going, or of the people around him. He was afraid, because for the first time in a very long time, he didnt what was to come next. He didn't know if Six would stay true to her word and let him go, or if she would throw him in prison to rot. Maybe after she'd gotten her intel she'd just kill him herself.
He wasn't sure where this journey would lead him, but one thing was for certain, this little trip to Hereford was just the beginning.
