Chapter 3: Meetings and Revelations
A/N: ...I should stop saying that I'll update soon, because I never do. I always end up waiting like two to three (to six to seven) months in which I don't write a word unless it's for school. I am so sorry you guys, but I just could not write this. :/ I don't know why, but I couldn't find the words for it. As it is, it's short and rather crappy.
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One of Zia's least favorite ways to spend an early morning after a late night was at a meeting. She sipped her coffee, which she'd barely had time to get, along with a muffin, from the coffee shop down the street before heading to work. Even with the caffeine and the sugar from the muffin flowing through her veins, Zia could hardly concentrate on what her coworkers were discussing; her mind felt detached and far-away.
The mission on the Kane family was actually rather small, especially compared to most of the other projects the FBI had taken on. There were five members: Zia, Michel, Marie, Ava, an agent in her late twenties with quite a bit of attitude to make up for her slender, short build, and Alan, the quiet, tall man who had to be in his early thirties, but looked not a day older than twenty-six.
Ava and Michel were in the middle of a heated argument, about what they should do next.
"What we need is more information!" Ava yelled, slamming her fist on the meeting table, making the assorted caffeinated drinks slosh. Zia wasn't the only one who'd had a late night last night, and they were all in a general bad mood, even with the added energy of the caffeine.
"What we need to do is organize what we have! It's no use in a jumbled up mess!" Michel argued back, grabbing the folder that contained their current information on the case.
Ava opened her mouth to retaliate, but Marie quickly intervened. "How about this: since we're stuck in here for another at least three hours to 'get something done', let's organize the information and then see if we need more."
Nobody dared argue with Marie. The team set to work organizing data so it could at least be understandable.
By the end of a seemingly endless hour and a half, all of the data had been neatly filed into the folder, though it was doubted to stay that way for long.
"What next?" asked Ava, voicing the thoughts on everyones' minds.
"You're right, Ava," Michel agreed. "What do we do next?"
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Carter rolled over, his sleep-encrusted brown eyes focusing on the blaring red numbers of the alarm clock. It was almost noon. He jumped out of his bed, before reminding himself that he didn't have to teach today. He fell back on the pillows, glad to have this time of rest – helping his uncle with the summer school – camp, whatever it was classified as – was tiring.
Not that he didn't love it, of course. The kids – some of whom were actually his age, but they were still kids to him – were some of the best people he'd ever met, and he was more than happy to give them a good time in the summers.
Besides, he got to teach sword-fighting. You couldn't get much better than that.
He yawned, rubbing the sleep in his eyes. But, his mind flashed back to a moment last night, and the girl he'd met...
And it certainly wasn't one of those times in the movies where the guy dreams about the girl, who happens to end up being his true love. Not at all.
He remembered running into someone, and they both had fallen down. He'd gotten up and helped her up. The moment he laid eyes on her, he recognized her. It was like a painful flashback. Just...everything about her reminded him about that...woman, the woman who'd caused him so much grief by killing his parents.
And he'd met her daughter.
He was almost sure of it.
The look of near-hatred that had flashed across her eyes the second they looked into his solidified the chances of that actually being her.
I can't let this control me, he thought, shaking his head, trying to rid himself of the thought. I've got to live my life.
So, he went about his day as he would have, but he couldn't shake the feeling prickling at the back of his neck that something was about to happen.
A/N: I warned you; short and crappy. I'll try to write the next one a bit quicker, and it should write up a little easier, seeing as it's more of the angstiness you guys love me for. Review please? Thank you! :)