The Puppet Assassin [TTR sequel]

The Puppet Assassin - Ch 24 [hit 'em up -|- Dizelde]

I was about to correct him, ask if he meant ‘you shouldn’t be in any trouble’, but he had this knowing look. Damn, they said Larkin was a watchdog but Garth was the one who just knew everything. And he was expecting an answer from me. Once again I cursed his ability to tell truth from lie.

“I won’t be trouble… Garth,” I said through gritted teeth. It wasn’t a lie because I believed I would be helping them, not causing trouble. He knew how much I wanted to be of help, why was he making sure i wasn’t going to be trouble?

He nodded, still looking too suspicious for my liking, and left. I heard two pairs of footsteps heading towards the front door, Luke whispering not-so-quietly, “What makes you think that she’s going to be causing trouble…?”

I didn’t catch Garth’s answer. I waited a few minutes more, taking into account that they could hear ten times better than I could, and then got off my bed. After listening to their conversation, I realised that I couldn’t sit around the house anymore. Despite Liam’s orders and Garth’s warnings I had to leave the house’s borders. I had to help them. I mean, why should they even care about my welfare? I had no clue why they were still allowing me to stay here.

I turned the tv off and opened up the internet on the screen. I brought up a detailed map website and typed in Tork St, Dublin. Bam, only one Tork St. Someone was looking down on me… Hopefully not my father.

I zoomed in to street level and saw immediately where I had to go. There was a large warehouse in the middle of the street, really big. Big enough, I suppose to hold a couple of prisoners with room for other activities. I narrowed my eyes. I didn’t even know anyone who’d been taken and I was already pissed off at the ‘blood-witches’, as Luke called them.

I found the name of the warehouse, Tork Building, real imaginative signifier, and opened up a new window. It was time to do some hacking.

By the time I heard the front door open and close I was back on my bed, two detailed blueprints of the warehouse imprinted in my mind, as well as a set of directions to get there. I glanced at my backpack, the one I’d taken with me from my old home, the one with the knives and my sly suit. Tonight I might just have to put those items to use. I went through my entry route in my head. Second floor window, through the small opening into the bathroom. From there, out onto the inner balcony to scope out where the target’s put their gear. All the while keeping an eye out for sentries, guards, personnel, the random passer-by. I grimaced. I was thinking like I used to, the way I was trained, thinking that if I did come across someone I’d have to attack them. I swallowed hard, well, if I wanted to help there were some things I had to overcome.

I jumped, startled, as Garth thrust open the door and stepped inside. He looked pretty annoyed. Did he know…?

“You still watching the body movement and expressions?” he asked drily.

I gave him a deadpan look. “Obviously.” Oh, please, just buy it.

He stepped over to me and handed me a telephone wire. “Your boyfriend is on the line,” he said with a smirk.

Embarrassment flooded through me. Boyfriend? But I still sneered at him as I hooked the wire up. He left the room with a low chuckle.

“Boyfriend, huh?” Larkin’s deep voice came through the speaker and a shiver ran up my spine. If I closed my eyes I could pretend he was sitting next to me. I wonder what he would say if I told him about my planned expedition for tonight…

“Are you there, puppet?”

I blinked. There he went again with that strange nickname. “Yeah. Was there something that you wanted to know?” I asked. I was under the impression that he’d be busy with his discussions. Though, I was glad he found time to talk to me. I blushed at my own thoughts.