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Chapter 3:

Rebecca's POV

In and out, in and out. I breathed; I was at the sink looking at myself trying to calm myself down. Don't lose control, don't lose control. I breathed out again and turned on the tap. Letting my hands soak the coldness and damping my face. Calm yourself Rebecca, calm yourself. I took a shaky breath and breathed out quickly. I took out my makeup and quickly re-applied it again. Okay, time to face the music. I checked my watch, just on time. I checked myself on the mirror and walked out at a steady pace. Posture, correct. Facial expression, done.

As I walked out, I saw the spillage I caused cleaned up and a few other people arriving just in time. I saw them sitting patiently waiting for me and smiled, at least they know there place. I walked towards the table and glanced at them all taking in their body language and facial expression, hmm… they seem to be… anxious on something. I gestured for them all to sit and they smiled at me thankfully, I rolled my eyes and sat down waiting for them to start.

I leaned on my hand which was on the desk and gestured for Mr. New York to start, who the hell came up with these nick names sure needed to go to a mental ward. I mean seriously, Mr New York how weird does that sound? I yawned and started to lean back waiting for this hell to end. "Alright now that everyone is here, I have something to report concerning the Savant Net." Mr New York spoke glancing at everyone else. I saw him hesitating whether or not to glance at me and I raised an eyebrow daring him to look at me. He gulped and turned away.

The Savant Net… that perked my interest a bit; maybe I could find Elisa Rhodes on it. All the good Savants were on it usually. Problem is these idiots always find a way to mess it up. "There's this man in London, he's been doing some deals and would like a chance to join our ranks." He explained, "He knows when the Savant Net will be exposed and wishes to work with us."

I frowned at the explanation, "And how will he exactly get us the information we require? Also what is his background? We all know we do not associate with lower beings below us." I stared at him emotionlessly,

"He plans to use a Savant with a unique ability and a rare talent. He's already knows that he's going to be in London for a holiday and knows who and where he is going to be." He said warily glancing at my movement.

I tapped my finger on my cheek repeatedly, "Interesting…" I mumbled, "But what happens if he fails to retrieve what we hope to gain? The Savant on the other side will know that we tried to gain the information through this person and will destroy the information before we have a chance to intercept it." I pondered, "So what to do Mr New York? Are we to trust this newbie who you seem to trust so much on?" I raised my eyebrow, "And risk everything we hope to achieve on?"

Mr New York gulped and paused hesitating on what to say next. Mr Beijing spoke next, "Perhaps we should give this London newbie a chance, if he fails we will punish him according to the rules. If he gives us the info we can give him a position at our ranks."

I glanced at Mr Beijing, "Everyone does deserve a chance… Mr New York, what does he do for a living?" I asked sternly, "We cannot have him on our seats of power if he owns almost nothing of use to us."

"He has a group of Savants working for him, he's a dealer. They steal for him and he lets them stay at his place." He answered quickly,

I smirked, "Really? And how does he keep a leash on them?" I said clearly, "I doubt any of them would like to steal and not keep any of it."

"His power is Manipulation of Thoughts, mind control." He said, "It's powerful, if he wants them to jump of a building they'll do it." He said truthfully,

I smiled and leaned back laughingly, the others flinched and glanced at me fearfully, "It's like Déjà vu all over again isn't it? Mr Spain remember the Kelly's leader? What power did he have?" I asked recalling the memory clear in my head.

"Mind Control." He answered simply,

"Correct and was it not if they didn't interfere with the Benedict's, they would not be scrambling around like wild mice?" I looked at him amused.

"Correct."

I chuckled, "Serves them right for charging in like bull, better to play safe sometimes…" I paused before getting all serious, "However the question still remains, what to do? We only get a few chances like this…"I bit my lip deep in thought and sighed heavily, "Alright then, we'll give him a chance…" I banged my fist on the table to make myself clear, "And I mean ONE chance. He fails and he's out!" I emphasized, "And out means he can rot in jail or starve himself for all I care!" I looked at everyone in the eye, "Got it?"

"Yes ma'am."

I nodded, "Good," I stood up and took out some money to pay for the bill. "Looks like this meeting is adjourned right?" I looked at them off not caring if they spoke up, "No more questions? Good, I'm out. Bye." I took my jacket and walked out of the restaurant not in any hurry. I took a turn to my right and saw my car still intact. I took a couple steps till I heard a familiar voice going through my ears,

"Rebe-"

I turned around and flipped him over with his back to the floor and my arm pressed against his neck hard choking his airways. "Never. Ever… Call Me by My Name in a public place, you got that." I glared at him furiously and choked him further.

He quickly nodded while his face was turning blue, I stayed like this for another second before stepping back making him land on the floor, he didn't seem to notice the of his butt but tried to get more oxygen into his lungs. He panted in and out for a while before getting his breathing in check. "Man… have you been working out?" He felt his neck checking for any marks.

I glared at him and stepped back, "What the hell do you want?" I asked annoyed and crossed my arms in an I'm-not-in-the-mood way.

"I just wanted to check up on you,"