Til Death Do Us Part
Chapter Seven
"Let me get this straight. We've got already 21 women missing and the police can't do a diddly squat about it?" He said in a voice he knew was much louder than necessary. But he just couldn't help it. All those women. He can't imagine what they could be going through right now. He had to do something. But by the way things are going, that doesn't seem to be the concern.
"Look Youji, I know your concerns but that is just not the mission at hand. Your priority is to find the ones behind these disappearances. Not the models. For all we know, they're already dead."
"And for all we know Manx, those ladies are trapped in a dark smelly basement desperate for help. You said it yourself. No bodies."
"Yeah and no identities either. Look Youji, we know you and we understand how you feel. But why the hell would someone go to the trouble of erasing all files about these ladies if they were just planning to keep them alive?"
He turned to the younger one who had spoken. Letting his question float around in his mind. He had a point. But then again, this mission had a little too few of those. And it was driving him nuts.
"I got no idea Ken. All I know is this mission is worst than a three hours movie cut into three minutes. We don't know anything. No faces. No names. No nothing. What kind of a mission is that?" He murmured running his hand through his hair. This whole thing is crazy. And so they if they're planning to accept this mission. They were used to getting little info about missions but not like this. This is way too much. They're worst than the three blind mice trapped in a dark room. Make that four. Not that the darkness really mattered. They were used to working there. But not blind. Not blind.
"I don't think that's Manx fault Youji. Like she said, all files, even police records have been totally wiped out. And friends, if ever there are any, aren't testifying to the relatives' statements and reports."
He knew the kid felt just as bad as he did. But leave it to Omi to shed light into the darkness. Typical Omi.
"That's true. Police have even concluded that the families who had enough courage to report are actually out of their minds. Whoever is behind this whole thing has got it set up to the last detail."
He looked at Manx. There was a hint of plea in her voice. She was desperate. She was frightened. And he knew why. After all, she was a woman. Just like all of them. He was a fool to even think she didn't understand how he felt.
"Except for one thing."
They all turned to the redhead standing in the shadows of the darkness. He had remained silent this whole time, leaning against the wall, staring at the floor. His hair covering his face. Making it hard to read what was going on inside his head. But now he stared at each of them. Deep in the eyes. Looks like he'd made a decision. And everyone's attention was his. They waited. Staring at the flame of determination burning in his eyes.
"Weiss"
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Chapter Seven
"Let me get this straight. We've got already 21 women missing and the police can't do a diddly squat about it?" He said in a voice he knew was much louder than necessary. But he just couldn't help it. All those women. He can't imagine what they could be going through right now. He had to do something. But by the way things are going, that doesn't seem to be the concern.
"Look Youji, I know your concerns but that is just not the mission at hand. Your priority is to find the ones behind these disappearances. Not the models. For all we know, they're already dead."
"And for all we know Manx, those ladies are trapped in a dark smelly basement desperate for help. You said it yourself. No bodies."
"Yeah and no identities either. Look Youji, we know you and we understand how you feel. But why the hell would someone go to the trouble of erasing all files about these ladies if they were just planning to keep them alive?"
He turned to the younger one who had spoken. Letting his question float around in his mind. He had a point. But then again, this mission had a little too few of those. And it was driving him nuts.
"I got no idea Ken. All I know is this mission is worst than a three hours movie cut into three minutes. We don't know anything. No faces. No names. No nothing. What kind of a mission is that?" He murmured running his hand through his hair. This whole thing is crazy. And so they if they're planning to accept this mission. They were used to getting little info about missions but not like this. This is way too much. They're worst than the three blind mice trapped in a dark room. Make that four. Not that the darkness really mattered. They were used to working there. But not blind. Not blind.
"I don't think that's Manx fault Youji. Like she said, all files, even police records have been totally wiped out. And friends, if ever there are any, aren't testifying to the relatives' statements and reports."
He knew the kid felt just as bad as he did. But leave it to Omi to shed light into the darkness. Typical Omi.
"That's true. Police have even concluded that the families who had enough courage to report are actually out of their minds. Whoever is behind this whole thing has got it set up to the last detail."
He looked at Manx. There was a hint of plea in her voice. She was desperate. She was frightened. And he knew why. After all, she was a woman. Just like all of them. He was a fool to even think she didn't understand how he felt.
"Except for one thing."
They all turned to the redhead standing in the shadows of the darkness. He had remained silent this whole time, leaning against the wall, staring at the floor. His hair covering his face. Making it hard to read what was going on inside his head. But now he stared at each of them. Deep in the eyes. Looks like he'd made a decision. And everyone's attention was his. They waited. Staring at the flame of determination burning in his eyes.
"Weiss"
Lady Lucifiel: Neh? What do you guys think? Review please.
