CHAPTER 107: GHOST

Tristan sighed as he looked away, nodding his head slowly. "Theo." He called suggestively without glancing at him.

"On it." Theo responded, already on the other side of the table, his hands flying across his keyboard with mad speed as he dug into the guy’s life. Turning over every pebble on his path.

"Troy, send one of the shadows to tail him, and if possible, get some biometrics. If they can’t, they should get a strand of his hair. If he’s still in the pack, that is." Tristan instructed, murmuring the last part.

Troy immediately whipped out his phone, dialing Cole as he paced about a side of the room, the sound of his heart beat echoing loudly in his ears, as it rang.

"There isn’t much about him on the face of the earth. Even his background seems fake." Theo informed, his eyebrow furrowed, his gaze unmoving from the screen.

"Details, Theodore," Tristan said, his tone indicating he wasn’t enjoying the suspense.

"Come look." That was all Theo said, steering his screen a little to the side so he could have a good view as he came up behind him. "Everything looks fake. If he was born and bred in Tenebrous, what’s he doing in Eldrador? Tenebrous is a far cry from here. No matter how lost he could’ve been, coming down here shouldn’t even be on the list." Theo explained, traces of fear in his voice.

"Stay strong," Tristan muttered to him, squeezing his shoulder, knowing it was only normal to feel fear when things start to look realer than expected.

"Is he still in the pack, Troy?" Tristan asked, his gaze on Troy, who lifted his index finger at them, telling them through their mind link that he was waiting for confirmation.

Tristan nodded, turning back to the computer, scrolling through the information before him. "It says here that he schooled here, but neither of us remembers him. And there’s nothing in his parents’ as well. Whoever inputted his information did a really terrible job." Tristan commented, shaking his head, his posture was calm and composed, completely opposed to how angry he was feeling on the inside.

"Utterly shitty," Theo said, his annoyance evident.

"What do you mean you couldn’t catch him?!" Troy screamed into the phone, catching their attention, their eyes wide as saucers and filled with urgency as they turned to him.

"You do not want to test me, Victor. There are over a hundred of you, and I’m giving you guys five minutes to capture him and take him to the junction, or else Victor, I’d make sure you regret the day your father banged your mother." He spat into the phone in a menacing tone, undoubtedly sending thousands of shivers down the poor man’s spine, if not scaring him to death.

He shoved the phone in his pocket, taking a deep breath as he turned to his brothers, whose eyes mirrored his, darkened with anger and hunger for the spy’s blood.

"Told you guys Victor wasn’t tough enough for that post." Theo spat, looking away from his brothers, accusation dripping from his words.

"Throw blame around?! That’s the first thing your wise head tells you to do in such a delicate situation?!" Troy scolded, his eyes widening as he looked at his brother incredulously. "You must be kidding me, Theodore. You must be fucking kidding me." He swore, looking away from him, disbelief in his tone.

"That’s enough!" Tristan barked, looking at the two of them, disappointment lacing his words. "Stop throwing blame around for goodness’ sake. Can’t we just focus? Focus on this, you know, the actual important things, not whether anyone is up to par or not. Those things do not matter, not now." He scolded, watching as their tense shoulders slouched.

The ringing of Troy’s phone put an end to the silence that hummed around them, the tension that was beginning to lessen, picking up again.

"Troy." He said as he picked up, placing it against his ear, the faint sounds of their hearts thumping heavily in their chests echoed softly in the room.

Tristan and Theo stayed still in their spots as they waited for the updates, relaxing when they saw his shoulders relax, the lines of worry on his forehead smoothing out.

"We’d be there in a few hours." He said into the phone, a faint smile tugging on his lips as he ended the call, looking up to his brothers’ faces, their eyelids filled to the brim with expectation.

"They got him?" Theo asked, not wanting to only listen to the feeling in his gut.

"Yeah, they di,." Troy said, nodding as he sat on the edge of the table, his legs swinging slightly as his back hunched. "Someone came to pick him up with one of those very fast vehicles. Probably the person sent to extract him." He explained.

"Wew." Theo sighed, leaning back into his seat, elated that for the very first time since they had started chasing this case, they hadn’t hit a dead end or a wall that seemed unmovable.

"Did they capture both of them?" Tristan asked, wanting to make sure all Ts and Is were crossed and dotted before he could allow himself the luxury of being happy.

"Yeah, they did," Troy answered easily.

"Are they in the same cell?" Tristan asked again, earning an annoyed look, but Tristan let it bounce off him.

"No, Tristan. Putting them in different cells is a basic precaution. Everyone knows that." He pointed, rolling his eyes.

"You can never be too sure. They probably have more snitches in the pack. It’s just a precaution." Tristan defended, going back to his seat behind the desk. Sitting on it, he finally released a sigh of relief, congratulating himself and his partners for successfully widening the lens.

He couldn’t wait to interrogate them as soon as he got back to the pack, wondering what sort of information he was going to get.

They were obviously trained details, so the chances that they were going to snitch on their organization were slim, but he didn’t need too much from them; he even doubted they knew enough. He just needed a clue, just one would be more than enough.