Hey guys. Um, yep, this is the last chapter.
Oh my gosh, this is actually it. I'm sorry for taking so long. But well, I just couldn't bring myself to write these last two chapters.
And now it's done, finally. I'm a bit happy. Well, a lot happy actually.
but there's something else.
I am joining a competition in inkitt. It's a fandom competition and I'm submitting this fanfic. I still don't know much about it, but I think a large part of it depends on votes. So, I hope you have the time to take a trip in that website and maybe drop a vote if you like. It would mean so much to me. But it is up to you. Please don't force it or anything. Do it if you think I'm really worth your time and if you really like this story. But either way, thank you. I'll leave the link in my profile once I have it submitted.
oh, and, I think I might do a sequel. I'm not sure. Maybe. Let me know if you guys want a sequel alright?
Thank you so so so so much for reading this story and sticking with it for this long. Thanks a whole lot bunch!
Chapter: 38
Sian sat inside an ambulance and looked around through the open door. People, most of them wearing stark black suits, bustled around busily. There were angry shouts, frustrated grunts and, of course, terrified screams. Sian couldn't blame them really. She had only seen one hybrid and it had been enough to give her a lifetime long fuel for nightmares. Granted, she had seen the Flock. But compared to that poor girl, body covered with feathers and talons in her fingers, they were normal.
The Flock had left her and Janice Woodcomb there when they'd seen the FBI arriving. They'd figured there was no need for them anymore and they weren't exactly eager to expose themselves to the FBI. Sian and Janice promised them they wouldn't spill a word about their existence. Even though Sian suspected that Grey had already revealed everything to his boss, she kept that to herself. After all, if Grey was who she thought he was, then Janice Woodcomb would be able to handle him just fine.
Max never told her where they were going.
Sian never asked.
She knew this would happen, didn't she? Then what was the point in even asking when she knew there wouldn't be an answer.
They'll probably fly to another continent or something. She thought. After all, they do have wings.
Someone knocked on the ambulance door.
Sian looked up and not for the first time wondered why she was sitting there when she wasn't even injured.
"Hello." The man smiled. "You must be Sian Dent? I am Agent Sutcliff."
Sian took the offered hand and tried her best to smile politely. It came out more like a grimace.
Possibly from noticing her discomfort, Sutcliff said, "Agent Grey told me everything."
"And by everything you mean...?" Sian couldn't help but ask and Sutcliff chuckled.
"Please don't misunderstand me. I have known about Itex for a couple years now. But I couldn't do anything for lack of evidence. You and your...friends, have given me that evidence and opportunity. Rest assured, Marian Janseen will be punished."
Sian grimaced inwardly. He's making me sound like an old man in his deathbed.
"But that is not why I'm here." Sian looked at him. There's more? "From Agent Grey I've heard that you have recently lost your job as a journalist?" Sutcliff paused, as if to have her confirmation, and said. "In that case, Ms. Dent, I would like to offer you job."
"A job?" Sian repeated dumbly.
"Yes. In the FBI."
"FBI?"
"Yes. As you can tell from what you've revealed, there're quite a number of moles in the FBI. And after this we will need to do a lot of recruiting. So, why not just start with you? You definitely have the potential as far as I can tell."
Sian Was pretty sure that she was actually opening and closing her mouth like a fish out of water, but at the moment she could care less.
Yes. Everything had turned out pretty well.
Janice was mentally berating herself for not asking Max to at least give her a lift until the nearest bus station.
She wasn't sure what to do with herself. For ten years she had only one objective in her life. One goal. Now that she'd achieved it, she didn't know what to do with herself.
Ten. Fucking. Years.
What now? It had been so long. She couldn't just waltz into her old life, could she? It just didn't work that way.
Janice Woodcomb felt pathetic. Ten years and when she finally had what she wanted, she almost wished that it had lasted a bit longer. Just to give her enough time to figure out what to do with her life now. Just a bit...
"Janice?"
...longer.
There he was. And suddenly, she knew what she wanted in her life.
She wanted to be with her husband. She wanted to be with him, right now. Right. Now.
When Daniel Grey took her in his arms it was a mess of tears, sweats, limbs and words. It was a mess of desperate clinging and whispered nothings.
Because it had been Ten. Fucking. Years. And it just had been Too. Fucking. Long.
Sian had a surprise waiting for her when she visited the hospital.
She threw herself to her father, not caring that she might open a wound or two, and laughed madly.
"I was so scared." She finally admitted and this time he was the one to laugh.
"I'm right here."
It took her two hours to tell him every single detail. When done, he simply asked, "Are you sure you want take this job?"
Sian smiled. "I want to give it a try."
But when he asked her about the human-avian hybrids, she couldn't help but feel a bit sad.
"I just had so many questions. You know." She whispered. "So many of them..."
That was when he came in with lunch for the patient. His strawberry blond hair shone in the midday light and he was back in his nurse's scrubs, something that she saw him wearing before but didn't exactly remember much of.
Sian Dent actually had two surprises waiting for her that day. One being her father's presence, as he was out of his comatose. Other was a human-avian hybrid, with a mischievous smile.
The old lady nursed her dog's furs as she waited for the bus. It was a cold day, the air had a kind of heavy and cool atmosphere. A gust of chilled wind blew past her and she shivered as she looked up at the grey sky.
It must be raining somewhere. She thought.
She saw the man then.
He was tall, a heavy parka enveloping his large body. His pale brown hair peeked out from under his hood, and she could have sworn that she saw a bleeding gash on his face. He was limping and asking for directions.
What struck her the most were the eyes. The silver blue orbs were surrounded with dark shadows.
As she watched his back disappear in the busy crowds of New York, she sighed.
"Poor boy." She whispered to her dog. "I hope he gets home before it starts pouring, that poor boy..."
(End)