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Chapter 4

I was almost there at my destination. It had been a hell of a long journey just to get here. It started with me finishing off packing my suitcase and meeting all my family members downstairs, which involved tears, wishing me luck and warning me to come back alive. The plane journey had taken hours to get to Afghanistan, I swore I could've died of boredom being on that private jet. I had taken a private jet because firstly it would take too long to book the tickets and actually get on that plane and secondly I'm a really impatient guy so I just told my colleagues that it was an emergency, which it was... for me.

Finally I was in Afghanistan and was on my way to this prison in the middle of nowhere. My excuse to get her out is to play the role of an agent, which isn't that hard as I am one, and explain to the guys that she is innocent and needs to released. Sounds easy I know, and it will be because, one I am Victor Benedict and two I will use compulsion if anyone gets in the way of me and my soulfinder.

The prison wasn't much to look at so I paid no attention to detail to its appearance, in fact, I hadn't paid any attention to anything. I didn't care. I just wanted her.

When I first walked in I saw soldiers guarding ever cell and door there was with an armed weapon in their hand.

"Can I help you?" A man stood before me with dirty blonde hair and one suspicious eye directed at me.

"Yes, I am Agent Benedict. I'm here to see into the case of a girl who was claimed a murderer in the last few months." I said with confidence, trying not give away any signs of lying.

He assessed me with his eye and nodded "Follow me."

We walked down a dark corridor leading to a steel door. The soldier knocked on the door and said in a gruff voice "Sir, a man named Agent Benedict is here is see into the case of Ivy Winchester." He eyed me up again.

Ivy Winchester. I turned the name over in my head. I liked it. It reminded me of poison ivy, it's beautiful yet dangerous. Now that's my type of girl, let's just hope she's not some psycho killer, Mum would not like a daughter, who commits crimes. Ironic really, that I could be paired up with a possible murderer whereas I arrest criminals for a living.

I heard yelling and loud noises resulting in moans of pain. I heard the door being unlocked with a clicked and there revealed and averaged sized man with a scar face and shaggy, black hair.

"What about Ivy?" He spat with anger and suspicion.

"I'm here to see of she is innocent." I said sounding authoritative and confident.

He had assessed me just like the blonde one had. "Fine, after you." He said with a smirk on his face, I had a feeling something bad was about to happen, whilst held the door open for me.

I was about to walk in when I had heard the sound of a women's voice on the other side of the door "Haven't you heard it's ladies first." Then I saw her arm lash out out at the black-haired man and gave a hard punch, and before the blonde one had any time to react she lashed her leg out and kicked him in the stomach, which had caused him to hit his head on the wall, moaning in pain.

I turned and stared at the women that was standing before me. God, she was beautiful. Her red, fiery hair fell around her face, her bright, emerald green eyes bored into mine and her small framed body was standing in a position ready to attack.