Project Mercy

Chapter 8

" What the hell do you mean ' I need your help' ?" She huffs barging past me, she walks through the living room and into the kitchen with me awkwardly following her.

" I need your help, I'm in trouble with the Elite," I say calmly sitting at her breakfast bar as she gulps down an already poured glass of wine. I look around the dimmed kitchen which was decorated with the striking colour red and notice another glass of wine which was half empty. I subtly clan the room for another presence but find no one in the kitchen or living room so I relax slightly. She wouldn't plan anything against me...would she?

"You can't expect me to help after all this time, I have a life now M, you know I would help if I could." She smiles sympathetically as she leans on the breakfast bar.

" Natalia I'm not asking you to do anything that'll get you recognised by the Elite" I frown sitting back in my chair.

"But what are you asking me to do?" She says, walking around the bar and into the living room, motioning me to follow, which I do with my backpack still clinging to my back.

" You know people who can get me out of the country right? Well, I need to get back to America." I utter sitting on the edge of one of the beige sofas. Nat sits uncomfortably on the sofa opposite, her eyes drifting from me to the door behind. I tense as I hear the hushed sound of draws closing and doors opening.

"How do you know if I do?" She scoffs making direct eye contact as her whole body stills.

" I have people too Nat, you're not the only one with connections here. Anyway, I need you to direct me to these people so I can get a fake passport and if you do I shall be out of your hair." I state, still keeping eye contact.

" And if I do help, I'll be away from the Elite." She declares.

"Yup," I say tapping my finger on the side of my leg as I still hear the sound of another person in the apartment who seems to be awfully bad at being quiet, so they obviously aren't a threat.

"And I can get back to being normal."

"Well, I wouldn't call having that many locks on a front door being normal." I chuckle slightly, as I motion towards the tightly locked door.

"M" She warns with a frown, "Don't play games about this. I wanted out so I am, I'm not risking getting compromised after so long, I'm just not"

"Yes, I understand." I nod still smiling," So, are you going to introduce me to your friend in the backroom or do I have to do it myself?" I smirk, twisting the door handle swiftly with my spirals, which then reveals a quite handsome man dressed in a pair of grey jogging bottoms with no t-shirt. He stands stiffly as he holds a pile of clothing which can be seen as his and Nat's, I turn my attention back to Nat who's stood with a face the colour of a tomato, and her eyebrows scrunched into an unimpressed frown.