Chapter 5: The Journalist
Peter Bek was walking hurriedly towards his room to apply some ointment. His carelessness had caused him a big trouble today, big enough for the commander himself came and slap him hard. Peter held her cheek which was swollen and had turn bluish green. The slap was so hard that his cheek had cut from inside and it started bleeding. Peter never thought that a woman in the cloak was just a few steps behind him.
"Hey" A voice was heard from the back.
Peter turned in astonishment only to receive a punch on his face. He fell on the floor. Few gold coins in his pocket fell out.
"Agh..", He held his nose. Now even his nose had started bleeding.
"Who are…" Before even completing his sentence, he got kicked on his knee. He screamed in pain.
Grecia bent forward and held the man's hair. She bumped his head to the nearest tree and asked, "What happened at the warehouse?"
"What warehouse?", Peter asked. The next time, his head was again bumped into the tree.
"Who ran off?", She asked.
Peter tried to look at the person in front of him. 'A woman? No… I don't think… Aghhhhh…!' He screamed as Grecia pinched his swollen cheek.
"Talk", She commanded.
"Definitely not a woman.", Peter erased his thoughts. He was on the junior position for the last 5 years and was a scardy cat. Often getting scolded by his seniors, Peter had no ambitions. He decided to let go of his loyalty for 5 gold coins for that man in the warehouse. Now this person is beating him like a sandbag, there's no way he won't tell him… or her? Aghh… Whatever….
Peter decided to open the mouth. However, as not getting any response for the minute, Grecia was decided to punch him again. As he sensed her punch directing towards his nose, Peter screamed, "I'll tell you, I'll tell you!"
The fist stopped at 1-2 inches from his face. Surprised at such quick reflexes, Peter opened his mouth, "Drake Johnson. He was ordered to abduct by the commander. I was just guarding him. But he hit me and ran off."
"Hit you?", Grecia looked at the gold coins fell on the floor and rolled her eyes.
"No… no... He gave me 5 gold coins to release him.", Peter said hurriedly.
"Since when he was abducted in the warehouse?", She asked.
"Around 2 months.", Peter answered.
"Was there anyone else in the warehouse?" Grecia questioned.
"No… It was abandoned for years. I cleaned it up a little by myself.", Peter said.
Grecia thought for the moment. Peter thought she had loosened her grip and tries to shove her off. However, that wasn't the case and this unsuccessful attempt land Peter again on the floor holding his stomach in pain.
"Don't over smart me, you mice.", Grecia glared.
"Sor.. sorry", Peter cried in pain.
"Where can I find the Drake now?", Grecia asked.
"I don't know. He is a journalist you see. He wanders often.", Peter said.
Grecia let go of the man and stood up. Looking at the man in pain, she smirked and bend down again. Peter tried to look at her face but before that he felt her cold, icy fingers landing on his neck, and darkness crumbled up upon him.
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