Disclaimer: I don't own Darth Revan or Evanescence. Sad but true.
It's been awhile since the last chapter, I know. But I've delivered a wonderful chappy. Now I just have to make my decision...
Alex got more nervous every minute they spent at the police station. Something was very wrong. Every instinct was prickling, every last feeling.
"Geez, Chee," Porcupine drawled, "relax. We're not in trouble."
Ben looked at him, apparently just noticing his distress. "Something wrong?" He remembered Alex's nose for trouble.
Alex was pacing now. "Yes." He muttered.
"What?"
"Bad feeling."
"Define."
He looked at Ben. "It's a bad feeling. I know… something here is screwed up. Something isn't adding up."
"I need something to go on." Ben said. "Think someone else is behind it or something? It's not Scorpia… they were decimated a year or two ago…" Alex tensed at the casual mention, not that anyone noticed, "a Triad is likely, though."
Snakehead, Alex mentally corrected. "I could see a Sn—Triad being involved in this. I don't know which one, though." Or it could be one of the very few surviving and free board members of Scorpia, out for a bloody revenge. Or it could be someone else he'd pissed off, someone who'd miraculously survived and had a bone to pick with him. But... a lot of people had bones to pick with him.
He didn't think anyone had survived, though.
It could even be that someone at MI6 had decided he was a security risk and this was their convoluted way of taking him out.
They all heard the gunshot at the exact same moment.