What about my Officer?

"Boss, are you sure we need to do this? If Brandon is set free, he can attack her!", Magnus was concerned for Zsadin.

"Just do it, we will deal with it later", Caleb ate his breakfast calmly.

"What about my Officer?"

Magnus raised an eyebrow, seemingly surprised.

'My Officer'

"She is on a mission, the details are very confidential", his tone made Caleb look at him.

"When do I have to meet Francois? Or I should ask why do I have to meet him?", he was frustrated as always.

As it seemed Caleb didn't like his elder brother, he despised him.

"It is your father's wish!", Magnus adjusted his glasses.

"Yeah, whatever", pissed off at the comment, he left his breakfast.

Magnus sighed as he waved the maid over to wrap it all and turned away to make an important call.

"Hello, good morning Sir. Yes, I have informed him of your wish and he has agreed to visit the first master in this month. Yes, I will keep you informed!", and he turned around to see Caleb staring at him like a hawk.

"Seriously? Are you my assistant or his? I am the one who pays you! Where does your loyalty lie?", his frustrated tone said it all. But as Magnus was appointed by his father, he could not fire him or do anything to him.

"Ah wait, did you tell him about her too?", but Magnus shaked his head no and Caleb let out a breath he didn't know he was holding in.

"I know what things I should report and what I should not! Please rest assured!", Caleb glared at him and turned away.

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"Hey, do you want to grab some drinks? Boss is not having any plans, we are free today!", a shabby looking sturdy man slapped James shoulder. He had joined the bandits for assasinating Francois and had mixed in them very well. The bandits had taken him in as one of their own and were very happy with his fighting skills.

James refused firmly and went back to rest in his tent. It had already been two weeks. He wondered when his team would arrive and they would finish this off.

He was surrounded with barbaric people with no morality and it was taking a toll on his sanity.

They murdered people like killing insects and used girls like their sex dolls. Sometimes one poor girl was ravished by the whole gang, while James could only pretend that he was not interested, his insides fuming in anger. Some perverts even used captured soldiers for their pleasure, though he would feel disgusted, he could just not do anything.

He prayed that Zsadin and others would arrive early or else he would soon go mad. He had even heard rumours that their 'boss' was an Orion, a surname that screamed elegance and power. He was well aware about Zsadin's hatred for this name and tried to probe further but it would always lead to a dead end.

He wondered how she would react once she received this information!