Target(H2OVanoss)

Part 84 - First task

"No offense taken. What do you want?"

"I want to run though the contract once again. There are few paragraph I'm not happy about."

Shit. I need to get out of this room. But how?

"Alright."

She opened the table drawer and started to look through it. Then she pulled out some file and put it in front of her.

"You look nervous. Something bothering you?" She asked, while opening the file.

My heart was beating so fast, my mind tried think up fast answer.

"Can I... can I use your bathroom?" I asked, seeing her lips curl into a smile.

"Sure, go ahead."

I stood up, then walked out of the room. Looking from right side to left side I didn't know where to go, especially where to begun. I was so scared, my body slightly trembling.

Delirious isn't scared. He wasn't. And I can't be too.

I sighed, then decided to go to the right. Passing by some rooms, I ended in front of big doors. I opened them slightly, peeking inside. There was just a room with paintings, some art office.

"What are you doing here, sir?"

I jumped in surprise when I heard some voice behind me. There was another man in suit.

"S-sorry... I was looking for the bathroom," I stuttered, trying to calm my nerves.

"This way then," he said, motioning me to follow him.

Thought the half of the hall I saw Taretha walking towards us. My body tensed, my heart started to race.

Oh no! She knows! She knows! Fuck!

"I'm terribly sorry, mister Fong, but I have to leave. What about tomorrow? We can run though it."

"Uhm... I..."

Dammit! I need to get that necklace!

"It's ok. Just call me, ok? Edward please... escort mister Fong out."

I suddenly felt so down. I felt like I disappointed Delirious. I felt the same way I had woke up in the bed with that girl. I was useless, completely useless. And I knew I failed even my task, which was the scariest part. My life was ending in a few minutes, without anyone knowing it.

Maybe I kill them first. Fucking hell! Why couldn't I just trade Delirious for Craig? Why did I have to act like a hero? I'm not a hero, I'm useless bitch.

They closed the gate behind and I saw Jack leaning against the car.

"Get in! We don't have time."

Shit, shit, shit. What am I gonna say? That I failed?!

I listened to him and did what he asked me for. I sat down and he silently drove me to Mark's place. I was so nervous, still expecting him to ask about the necklace. Still not having any proper answer for him, still not ready to die.

We left the car and walked to the house. Mark was nowhere to be found, which was kind of surprising, considering the was acting like the leader all this time. Jack escorted me to my room.

"Mark is on his way. Just wait for him here."

I walked in, and he locked the room behind me. I sighed and sat down on the bed. I really didn't know what to do. I couldn't even stop my racing heart, all I saw was the worst scenarios.

I failed. I fucking failed. They're gonna kill me, oh fuck... they're gonna kill Craig and Tyler as well. And what did I achieve with this acting? Nothing at all. This is about Ryan's death, right? Mark said it. He said that Craig had to paid for it. So this means whoever was on the other side of the phone had to be somebody that knew Ryan, right?

"Hello, Evan."

I looked up to see Mark. I almost forget to breath how scared I was. It was my time to go.

"Oh, I see. Good job then. I think I don't have to applaud you," he said uninterested.

I frowned I confusion, then trailed the place he was looking at. My heart skip a beat. On the nightstand there was some necklace.

What? How? When? Huh?

"I'm giving you the second task tomorrow. Sleep well... and I'm sorry but I have to lock you over the night. I can't risk your flee." With those words he left my room.

I quickly stood up and walked towards the necklace. Picking it up, I scanned it closely. I grabbed the paper Mark gave me and found the photo of that necklace I should have stolen. It was exactly the same. My mind didn't understand a single thing. At that moment many thoughts attacked my head and I just sat down, thinking over one thought then another.

What is going on here? I didn't even saw that necklace, I didn't even knew how it looked like. Or did I?

My eyes spotted the small signature on the papers, and I frowned. There was the FBI signature on the bottom and I recalled the same signature from the papers about Ryan. I quickly put two and two together.

This means that whoever delivered this papers to me is working for FBI, but he has to be in contact with Tyler cause Delirious had the same signature on he papers. Or it's just an coincidence.

I sat down, taking the necklace into my hands and inspecting it.

There has to be a solution to this riddle. How the fuck this necklace got into my room?