Dave looked around, Clarice was up in her room from what Abigail had told him. Apparently, leaving the house in her state wasn't good for her.
"Abigail, how is she? My sister?" he asked when the black haired woman came down the stairs where he had been pacing.
"Monsieur Dave, elle est belle, elle a besoin de son repos est tout," Abigail replied, forgetting that Dave didn't speak much French.
"I'm…sorry? What?"
"Ah! Forgive me, Monsieur! S-she just needs her rest, is all."
Dave nodded, "I see…and the others are asleep as well?"
"Oui, I believe so," Abigail curtsied, and began to leave the room.
"Well, we're leaving early in the morning, so you get a bit of sleep as well!" he called after her. She turned, smiled, waved and made her way back up the stairs.
"I guess that goes for me as well," he mumbled, walking down the hallway, and going down another staircase.
London, U.K.
"Abby, in here, please," H.P. Hargreaves called from his study. Papers littered the floor, pencils and pens lay unused across the desk. He tossed a crumpled up paper into the crackling fire behind him.
The young maid entered the study shyly, her head down a bit as she looked at him. Her hands were behind her back.
"Has anything arrived?"
"Y-yes, Sir. The senior has sent a letter," she brought her hands out in front of him, showing him the letter. But it was strange; from what Lord Hargreaves knew, Dug always signed the bottom of his letters with his code-44104- to get into the underground organization. And when he forgot to sign it, he was either so serious he forgot to, or he was just too far concentrated on something.
'Dear H.P.H.,
We have reached Brighton and should be back within hours. Once we have successfully completed our Mission, I am resigning. My apprentice should be put in my place.
As I am sure you already know, he has been my apprentice for a year now, and I believe he is ready to take my job. Give him a chance.
Signed; D.D.C.'
Hargreaves stared at the letter, a slight smirk on his face. 'This is where things get interesting…'
"Abby," when he finally said something, it was minutes later and she had become accustomed to the silence.
"Yes, Sir?"
"I need you to make a delivery for me, so would you please stay here for the next few minutes?" he opened the upper left-hand drawer of his desk and pulled out a blank sheet of paper.
She nodded and stood in front of the door.
Lord Hargreaves stood up and walked to her, "You can sit next to me, if you'd like," he said. He smirked when he saw the crimson blush creep into her face.
"S-sir?"
Ke's House…
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!?" they all looked around. Half the house had been blown apart.
Ke looked like she was about ready to blow a gasket. The half of the house that had been blown straight off happened to have the small, almost invisible room Cain, Carina and her had been in just hours earlier.
Carina, also, looked like she wanted to knock out someone's brain.
Both her and Ke let out ear piercing screams.
"My COMPUTER!!!"
"THE COMPUTER!!!"
"Guys! Come on!!" Edwin called from the window that led to the fire escape. Carina and Ke had been so focused on the destruction of the computer room that they hadn't noticed everyone else leaving the house.
They both hesitated before following everyone and making a quick escape through the window.
Cain, Becky, and Amanda were the first ones back on the sidewalk. He stared up at the building; half blown apart.
"What the hell did THAT?!" Amanda stared with her mouth open.
Out of the corner of his eye, Cain saw someone running down the sidewalk some meters away. He immediately started chasing after them.
"Hey!" Carina shouted after him.
"Follow him, just trust me!" Ke ran behind him. Carina shrugged and followed, still wishing the computer hadn't been blown to shreds. Edwin looked confused but decided to go along too.
Amanda and Becky didn't follow, just looked at each other like 'what the fuck?'
Cain stared straight ahead as he got closer to the man who was running away. He refrained from yelling at him to save energy so he could run longer.
"Damn! Were you a track star or something!?" Edwin called from behind him. Cain didn't turn back to look at him, but kept his eyes focused on the running man.
The man led them all straight to a cemetery. Cain slowed slightly; there was a large, house-like structure smack dab in the middle of the small burial grounds. But that's not what made him slow down.
Right above the door was a name, engraved and painted gold, that made Cain want to stare at it forever.
His own name was marked on that grave.
Oooooooooooo spooooky XD
Okay, I've been using for my French translations so they're obviously not all correct
Sorry