The Vixen's Protégé

Chapter 8

With Elvira now facing her deepest fears alone, Director Watson was resolute in his determination to extract all the secrets from his captured enemy.

"Speak now, Miss Galman," Watson asserted, his voice contained with urgency. "While your former boss is still in the Bureau's custody."

Elvira looked at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of defiance and conviction. "Even if I tell you everything I know now, can you be sure to imprison Victor? I don't think so," she said, her tone dripping with certainty. Watson's expression remained unyielding, his voice steady. "Trust that we can respond to your legal problems, as long as you cooperate with us."

Elvira's lips curled into a sneer. "I don't trust you. It's skeptical to settle with the principles of people like you, Director," she challenged, her voice defiled with disdain.

Director Watson couldn't help but chuckle at Elvira's audacious attempt and bribery. However, as he reached out to touch her shoulder, she swiftly grabbed his hand, her eyes flashing with outrage. With a sudden burst of strength and skill, she twisted his arm, causing his shoulder to snap. Elvira stood tall, displaying both her fighting prowess and her annoyance at Watson's actions.

"I'm done talking to you! You are unashamed of yourself," Elvira exclaimed, her voice filled with frustration and anger. She had reached her breaking point and was ready to escape her position.

"Come back here, Miss Galman! Come back here!" Watson's voice rang out, echoing through the corridor. He shouted after Elvira, a mix of desperation and pain transparent in his words. Elvira had injured his shoulder during their altercation, but he couldn't let her get away.

Director Watson wasted no time in alerting all of his staff at the Bureau about Elvira's escape. They knew they couldn't let her slip away, not with all the disruption and danger she could potentially cause. Even Victor Juarez's guards were convened to join the pursuit. As Victor's securities hurriedly left the room, Jack saw the opportunity he had been waiting for. With a judgment in his eyes, he approached Victor, ready to confront him and unravel the mystery surrounding his missing daughter.

"Agent Jack Bradley?" Victor's astonishment was apparent in his old man's voice. He hadn't expected to see Jack there, especially after the accusations that had been thrown his way. "How did you get in here? Aren't you a murderer now?"

Jack's anger burned within him as he gazed at his arch-enemy. "I have many ways to penetrate this place, just to see you suffer at the hands of the law," he replied, his voice filled with venom. He wanted nothing more than to see Victor pay for his crimes.

Victor's expression turned sly and confident. "How can you be sure that I will suffer here? Your investigators only have twenty-four hours to present all the evidence that they don't have," he taunted, his words filled with arrogance. He seemed to believe that he could outsmart the law once again.

"Elvira's help will get you here in prison!" Jack's voice echoed angrily through the prison walls as he desperately called out Elvira's name.

Turning to face Jack, Victor chuckled, a mocking tone in his words, "Elvira? The same Elvira who betrayed me and wants to strip me of my wealth? Do you think she'll come to your aid?" Victor shook his head in disbelief, unable to fathom the idea that his once loyal right-hand woman had allied herself with the righteous.

Jack hesitated, torn between trusting Victor's words and the haunting memory of Victor's role in his wife's death. It was a struggle to put his faith in another immoral person, even if it was the only option he had at the moment.

"If you manage to get me out of this wretched place, I'll reveal the whereabouts of your daughter," Victor propositioned, his voice filled with sinister intent. Enraged, Jack snapped back at him, "Just say it, Victor! And I promise you, I'll make sure you rot in this cell for the rest of your miserable life!"

A wicked grin spread across Victor's face as he sauntered away, his confidence unshaken. "You should know, Jack, I don't need anything from you. It's the other way around. And don't forget, if I rot here, the same fate awaits your precious daughter."

Jack knows that Victor is manipulating him and that he has the power to make important decisions in their current predicament. However, Jack's priority is Emily's safety, so he feels compelled to take risks. As he and Victor successfully escape from the Bureau's perimeter, a police officer had known about it, running hastily toward the Director who still feels the discomfort of his broken shoulder.

"Director! Juarez escaped!" The officer exclaims, trying to get Watson's attention.

"What? How did he manage that?" Watson responds shock pronounced in his voice. "Find him! He can't have gone too far!" Watson orders his men, frustration, and urgency dripping from his phrases.

"Yes, Sir!" the police officers quickly took off to carry out his mission.

After their escape, Jack turns to Victor, resolved to find his daughter. "Now that we've gotten away, you're going to take me to where my daughter is," Jack demands, securing Victor to the car.

"It's not that simple, Jack," Victor replies, wincing in pain as Jack ties the ropes tightly. "You'll have to take me to Elvira first. I'm certain she is hiding at the Weston Museum." Jack clenches his jaw, contemplating Victor's words. He knows he doesn't have much time to waste if he wants to ensure Emily's safety.

"We're not going to the Weston Museum. You don't get to say where I should take you," Jack declared through gritted teeth, his eyes burning with anger as he glared at his captive.

"It's up to you—if you know what's best for your daughter, you'll believe in what I say. I still know where your daughter is," Victor urged with a hint of desperation.

Before they even reached their intended destination, Jack abruptly turned the car around and headed towards the Weston Museum instead. As they pulled up to the museum, Jack made sure to double-check that Victor couldn't break out or cause a scene.

"Why are you tying me and leaving me here? You can't lock me up like this!" Victor shouted indignantly, struggling against the restraints.

"It's the best way, Victor. I don't know what might be waiting for us inside the museum. And if I make the mistake of bringing you with me, I could jeopardize everything," Jack explained calmly, a touch of worry creeping in. He glanced at Victor and reached for a roll of duct tape, sealing his mouth shut.

"Jack!" Victor protested, his muffled voice filled with disapproval.

Ignoring Victor's appeal, Jack closed the car door with resolute determination and locked it securely from the outside. With a heavy sigh, he turned away from the car, steeling himself for what lay ahead. With a lot of people around, Jack was uncertain about where he would find Elvira that night. He mentally ignored the idea of calling her phone, believing it wouldn't be the most discrete approach. He knew he needed to find the vault containing the stolen jewels before the auction started. Positioning himself in the unattended area of the museum, he hoped to uncover the hidden treasures. However, his intentions were hindered when Elvira unexpectedly spotted him. In a split second, they darted towards a corner, narrowly evading the pursuit of some of Victor's men.

"What are you doing here?" Elvira whispered in a shocked tone, her eyes wide with surprise.

Jack's heart skipped a beat as he recognized her voice. "You!" he stammered, caught off guard by Elvira's presence. "Why on earth did you suddenly leave the Bureau? And even broke Watson's shoulder."

Her eyes flashed with stubbornness as she responded, her voice filled with egotism. "Jack, I've reiterated this countless times—I don't trust the authority! Director Watson is nothing more than a disgraceful joke. If I have to handle this situation alone, then so be it. I'll get what I came for right here."

Perplexity etched across Jack's face as he struggled to comprehend Elvira's divulgence. "You no longer need those right now," he said confidently. "Victor is already in the car."

A mixture of shock and bewilderment washed over Elvira. "What?" she uttered laden with astonishment.

"What? Are we going to leave, or are we going to let Watson's men catch us?" Jack inquired, his voice filled with urgency.

"Go to the hideout, I've come up with a plan," Elvira instructed, her eyes darting around the surroundings for any signs of danger. Jack nodded, comprehending her concern. "I will do that. But as long as you promise to do your part in what we agreed upon."

Elvira placed a hand on Jack's arm, her expression distinguished. "I never forget, Jack." With those words, Elvira turned and hurried away, making her way toward the room where the stolen jewels were about to be auctioned.

Jack wasted no time and quickly made his way out of the Weston Museum, his footsteps echoing in the empty hallways. He reached his car and, with Victor still tied up in the back, they sped off towards their secret hideout. During the journey, Jack kept a watchful eye on the old man, silently observing his every move.