Wanting Her (1. Code of Silence)

10. Not so Secrets

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I'm back .
When I shouldn't be... I should be studying lol
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Minding my own business is sort of my thing. However, when you happen to come across someone talking out loud... in your vicinity no less, what are you expected to do.
Turn a blind eye or in this case ear? No it's quite impossible really and thus that is how I am in this predicament right now.  Okay I may have under exaggerated a little when I said 'talking', what I meant was very quiet whispering in a dark hall and my body resting against a hidden pillar while I uncover some unbelievable yet ominous secrets. 
Yes... what am I supposed to when these people who are exchanging whispers clearly want someone to overhear them.

My job is quiet simple, I do what needs to done no matter how much I detest listening to others order. That is what is needed when working in an organization such as this.
Who am I kidding, we both know by organization I mean the mafia. And not just any mafia. This peculiar group doesn't function on big scandals no no no... it's known more for its connections and silence. It's deadly alright but like a snake. Slithers up , day or night and strikes and then slithers back into the hole from once it came from. Yes that's a more accurate description of this organization.

You see right now, I'm basically placing myself in the shoes of another. There's this higher up guy than myself (I know is that possible, at least I'm better looking). He's higher up that ladder but not as high as the boss. He sort of perched on the boss's shoulders if I'm honest. Or if we want another representation, he's a rat. He scurries his way in and out of the holes gathering bits of information like little cheese bits. The people here don't call him by his name anymore, but rather "the crow".

I know what you're thinking,
The crow?
Unoriginal if I might say so myself.

He's basically a dark omen among our little organization. He makes himself scarce around here but you'll know when he's here. Because everytime you see him someone gets.... drowned? 

Too soon?

Fortunately for myself, I knew him on occasion. He's valuable for my expertise as when I need information , he's usually the guy to talk to. Although it's never me finding him but rather him finding me . Anyway the details are not important, what's important are these two individuals right here.

Within my grasp , information that could possibly ruin quiet a few lives.

Myself including .

Two bodies huddled up in a corner, dark that a shadow casts over them almost entirely. I can spot them from my position, leaned against a pillar my hands in my pocket. If anyone were to see me I would look like I have not a care in this god forsaken world. My head hung low but I'm listening. Oh yes I am and I'm glad I decided to take the long route back. If I didn't would I have been able to acquire such information. The answer to that is no.

The whispers get louder towards the end of their sentences. One man had his hand covered around his chin, expressing angst or was it fear. It's hard to tell in this light really. The other man, shorter yet not any less different in size swore after every adjective being said. Clearly he wasn't happy about this either.

That makes two of us buddy.

Both of them I don't recognize although if I'm honest I don't pay attention to any one. Note to self, start paying more attention.