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“Something tells me you’re not here to make it better,” Charlie mumbled.
He grimaced. “Forgive me for talking shop when we are here for pleasure, but I want to warn you. We are having a meeting tomorrow. We hope to have identified new Fafnir suspects, so we’ll require you all to look through those images and let us know if we are on the right track.”
Charlie shrugged. “Sounds good.”
“We are going to try something in the morning to see if we can speed up the process, but we can let you know in the morning,” I said.
“Excellent.” He smiled and then tilted his head as he said, “I also had one other thing I wanted to let you know about. We had an interesting phone call earlier from a woman called Elizabeth. She offered information about Fafnir. Apparently, her family is descended from him and gave me all the names of those that might be involved with him now he’s back.”
Charlie and I exchanged a quick glance before he smiled widely at Joseph and said, “That’s great news.”
He paused, assessing our faces, but nodded slowly when we didn’t say anything else. “We’ve already got teams looking for them.”
“I can help there if you need any hackers on the team,” Charlie offered.
Joseph nodded. “Any help is always welcome.”
“What are we planning to do against the hunters?” I asked. If I knew their plan, then I could rest assured I wouldn’t be left to my fate alone, that others would be fighting for me.
But my heart sank as Joseph shook his head and sighed. “The hunters have always been a problem. They are like cockroaches. We are best off ignoring them.”
“How can we ignore them if they are preventing us from protecting ourselves from Fafnir?” I asked.
“We won’t solve that issue overnight.” He waved his hand dismissively.
Charlie backed me. “They had a device that told them we are more powerful than Fafnir, which is why they followed us. If they are tracking supernaturals with this device by following the dragon, then soon they’ll find members of your team.”
“I understand hunters might seem a new threat to you, but we have been dealing with them for centuries. We can’t completely get rid of them. When you chop off the head of one branch, another quickly rises. Avoidance is safer. And if they have a device to track the supernatural, let us hope they find and execute Fafnir before we do.” He smiled and waved his hand with a drink around in a salute and walked away.
“We are to do nothing about the hunters, then? We’ll know nothing about them before they take me?” I asked, almost trembling with the rage that overwhelmed me.
They will do nothing? They will watch as the hunters find supernaturals and kill them? As they take me? While they hide here and govern their teams who risk everything?
I tried to calm the anger bubbling under my skin with deep breaths and a long drink of a cup I found full on the table behind me.
Do not act in anger. Control yourself.
Charlie’s phone dinged, and he pulled it out of his pocket to scan the screen. “Fuck yes. Now I’ve got you, bastards.” He looked up at me with a smirk. “That’s such good timing.”
“Who do you have?” I asked in my calmest voice.
“The hunters. They’ve broken into our old apartment and searched it. I got them on camera. There’s no hiding from me now.”
“And what happens when you find them? The council—“ I ground my teeth to stop the growl from escaping.
“Are the council. We are us, “ Charlie finished firmly, staring at me.
“And what will we do?” I asked.
“We make their lives a living hell,” he said simply with a wide smile.
He scrolled on his phone for a moment before pressing something on the screen and holding it up to his ear. I took another drink and watched Clawdia dancing while Charlie spoke to someone.
“Hi, Adam.” He chuckled. “I could update you, but you wouldn’t believe me. Yeah, don’t worry about it. No bodies to transport. Just your average seek and destroy. Money’s no issue, Adam. You know that. So, can you help? I’d do it myself, but I’ve got a thing and want this info urgently.” He laughed again. “I’d invite you, but I know you hate tiny food. Thanks, Adam. You’re the best.” He tucked his phone back into his pocket. “There. Sorted. Now I can get shit-faced and still be productive.”
What am I doing to be productive? What is my role? How can I help? Or do I just wait for my fate quietly?
“You okay?” Charlie asked, noticing my silence. I hesitated, not wanting to voice my insecurities but he insisted, “Better out than in. What’s wrong?”
