Forever Linked

by Artystic-Musings

The adventure continues as Michiko and Hatchin are back on the road, now with Hatchin's three-year-old son, Zeniel in their company. Detective Atsuko and her partner Ricardo are looking for twenty-four-year-old Messina "Silver Huntress" North. While resting in Port Costa Rìche, Ricardo and Atsuko begin to get closer in their partnership. What will come out of it? Find out!

36. Taming The Beast, Part I

San Diamandra, Penitentiary Visit Centre

Following the reports of the guards, Atsuko waltzed right into the private visit center. Looking around, she primarily noted the large cage that lay forgotten on the ground. There was also a dent in the concrete that matched the base of the cage. Well, that explains the noise. Her grey eyes roved past the scene to the four people present, only to become increasingly furious. Seeing Ricardo meet her eyes with an unwavering calm only made her mood darken further.

The Officer could see his partner was more than upset, if her scowl was anything to go by. However, try as he might, he couldn't help but admire the way her features would betray how she felt. He too, was livid that his sister had hoodwinked him once again, but he couldn't find it in himself to show that. Hence, he went with the indifferent, yet level-headed approach. Bracing himself for the interrogation that was to take place, he took his time to imbibe her irate outlook: the wrinkle that appeared right above her nose, her stormy grey eyes, her pursed lips, her hips swaying in an ominous, yet hypnotic fashion… feeling the corner of his lips tug upwards, he covered it up with a cough. Once she was standing in front of him, she began her tirade. "Ricardo, what the fuck happened in here?" pausing to take a breath, she ran her fingers through her hair before continuing. "Actually, let me ask you this: where the hell is your sister? Because unless she's invisible, I'm going to assume that she's gone." Letting out a haggard breath, she started to pace. "I leave you in here, with her, for not even a good hour and she's disappeared." Turning to the metal culprit, she pointed haughtily, "And in case you thought I've forgotten about that, where the heck did it come from and why the fuck is it even in here?"

There was a long period of silence as everyone turned to look at the dark-haired man. To the surprise of the ex-convict and company on the sidelines, the man had the audacity to smile as if he wasn't in the figurative doghouse. Still smiling, he calmly stated, "I know where she is, but due to circumstances I can't retrieve her myself." Another lapse of silence ensued as the woman scoffed airily. "Alright, Mr. Optimistic..." She began, a challenging smirk arching the right side of her lips as she testily crossed her arms beneath her chest. "Where'd she go?"