I blink my eyes open, hand smoothing over the sheets beside me to find them cold to the touch, Sebastian's body long since vacated the spot.

I shake my head, lifting myself from the bed and looking downstairs from where I sit, finding the warehouse completely empty, no sign of Seb anywhere.

I push the sheets from my body and search for my clothes, slipping them on, the silence of the loft warehouse grating on frayed nerves.

Sitting on the end of the bed, I pull on my boots before climbing down the stairs, exiting the warehouse knowing I need to catch up with Andy and see where she's at in finding out where Samael is.
• • •

I step over the threshold of the falling apart house, evading the trip wire I can vaguely make out in the darkness before stepping over another, walking further into the dilapidated property.

I don't bother calling her name, already knowing where she is as I make my way to her office, pushing the door open slowly, my eyes widening before I duck out of the way, a slight whistle entering my ears.

"Fuck." I hiss out and Andy jumps up from her spot, "Sorry, I thought you were Liam."

"You were going to shoot him?"

"He moves fast." Is her only reply and I raise both brows.

"You like him."

"No I don't."

"Yes you do." I step further into the room, shutting the door behind me. "Where is he anyway?"

She shrugs, "Don't know, don't care."

"Sure." I reply, totally convinced.

She doesn't reply, retaking her seat at her desk. "I assume you're here about Samael and not to tell me about your fantastic Sexcapades?"

I cough and she spins in her chair, "Well?"

"It was fine."

"Fine?" She splutters, "Fine is what you tell someone after they ask how you are when you someone died. Fine is what you say to the waiter when the food taste like food. Fine is not what you say about sex."

I shrug, crashing onto the lounge, "It was great."

She gives me a deadpan look, "that's all you're going to tell me?"

I look at her, straight-faced. "Yes."

She narrows her eyes, brows drawing together with annoyance. "Fine." She mutters, "let me stab you."

I blink but hold out my hand as she grabs the syringe and a vial.

"I thought we ran out?"

"I found more at the compound."

"So that's what you found, I was wondering what you were hiding."

"I had to test it and make sure it was safe for you and not a new drug before I gave it to you."

I shrug, not minding that she kept it to herself for a few days. "It's fine." I grin at the glare she sends my way, wincing only slightly when she inserts the needle.

When done, she places the cap back on and throws the used needle, turning back to her computer. "Now, I haven't found much on Samaels whereabouts but I may have found someone who knows."

"Who?"

"Lincoln Xavier, he's the owner of the company that supplies Samael with his machines and he just released a new batch to be sent to him."

"Where?"

"The information is classified." Her lips quirk up, "but I'm sure if you pay him a visit, he'll be more than happy to accomodate your questions."

She turns to me, holding out a piece of paper with a picture and an address, plus more information.

I stand, striding for the door.

"Just, don't die. I don't really want to attend your funeral and then tell people I'm fine."

"Go find your boyfriend and fuck that attitude out of your system." I wave, reaching for the handle.

"Fuck off." Andy waves back.

I open the door and stop at the sight of the grinning man, and his smile gets wider. "Am I the boyfriend."

I smile back, knowing Andy will hate me for this. "Yes."

"Oh, fuck you."

I laugh under my breath as Liam walks past me and I shut the door on the two, the squabble getting louder as I exit.

• • •

The elevator dings expectantly as I lean against the wall. Breathing in a rushed breath, I lift the two guns in my hands. Their weight comforting as I breathe out a heaving sigh.

The elevator doors slide open to reveal a magnificent room. I purse my lips and lift the guns higher as a man turns towards me.

Using the left gun, I watch as a tranquilliser dart spins from the cartridge and pierces the man's neck, slicing through fat and muscles.

He drops like timber, the sound overshadowed by a husky voice yelling.

"What do you mean two hundred and fifty thousand dollars was just withdrawn from my account?" The walls rattle with rage. "This is the second time your bank has allowed this to happen! I haven't been to the bank in months."

The sound of glass smashing accompanies the raging man. "It wasn't me! Send me the photo!"

I make my way across the room, sticking to the walls as I listen for anyone around me.

My steps are silent as I drum my fingers against the real gun in my hand and enter the perimeter of the kitchen, walking past crystal clear glass.

Afternoon sun beams through the windows, bathing my skin in an incandescent glow.

I continue walking and push my back against the wall closest to the open door that houses my victim of choice.

"Do you know who I am!"

I roll my eyes at the audacity and toe an imaginary line in the carpet in boredom as the conversation cuts off with an angered scoff.

"You'll be hearing from my lawyers."

The sound of the phone hitting the wall echoes in my eardrums, the door beside me opening more.

I lift the tranquilliser gun. Smiling at the weapon in my hand and the babies housed in it that can knock a full grown man to his arse in under three seconds and erase their memory of the few hours before an attack.

It comes in handy to be forgotten sometimes.

A short thick man walks through, stopping suddenly at the sight of my gun to his face.

"Sorry." I say insincerely and pull the trigger, using his body as a shield as I scan the room for my target, letting my guns speak for me as the guards run around and towards their client.

Blood splatters on my cheeks and my eyes widen, staring at the gun in my right hand in surprise.

"Oops, wrong gun."

I drop the man that shields me, ducking behind the wall and piercing the rest of the guards with the darts.

They drop one after the other, their yells turning to sweet silent symphony, like petals falling from a withering rose.

I breathe out a sigh and stand up, toeing the line I drew and finally stepping over it.

My eyes meet Lincolns blue ones, his wide with fear, my own bathed in darkness.

"Hello Lincoln. I haven't had the pleasure of introducing myself." I mutter, lifting the real gun, "I'm your killer."

"I-" He starts to speak but I level my gun at him, shushing him.

"None of that," I say, stepping closer to where he sits on his white leather lounge. I crouch in front of him, seeing the sweat dropping down his forehead from his hairline. "I need information and you have it." I bring the barrel of the gun to his cheek, pushing it into his flesh.

He doesn't say anything, not that I expect him to, his fear so potent I can smell it on the air.

"Where is Samael Coffers new laboratory?"

I blink at the silence that answers me, "If you answer, I won't kill you."

"I don't know." He mutters.

I scoff, "C'mon now, we can't both be liars." I push the gun in further, "So tell me the truth."

He doesn't speak,

"Here's an easier one, where did you just send the new order of equipment?" Still no answer. "I know he just ordered a new batch and your released that order to go yesterday morning, so where did it go?"

It takes him a second but finally he mutters, "The address is in my diary."

I smile, "Good answer." I tap his cheek once before saying, "I hope you aren't lying to me."

I stand up, keeping him in my peripheral as I stalk for the desk, flipping through his diary until my father's name comes up, the address one I know well.

Lincoln grunts, lifting his body from the couch as he tries to make a run for it, I lift the gun, hardly looking when I let the bullet release and hit him in the head, his body dropping.

"Turn out we aren't both liars." I say to his body before stepping over it, "Only me."