Angela screamed with all her might. The uninvited guest, in one leap, covered the distance between them, grabbed her and put his hand over her mouth.
"Shut up, you idiot!" - He hissed in her ear. - "Do you want everyone to come running and see me here?"
Angela froze for a second and then tried to break free. Martin's patience was running out. He caught the girl in his hands and dragged her into the room.
" Dumbass! Immediately calm down!" - He growled, throwing the girl on the bed. - "Greg knows everything!"
The last phrase made Angela flinch and stop fighting.
"What does he know?" - She whispered, sitting down on her knees and peering into Martin's face in horror.
"Everything!" - Martin exhaled, starting to get angry because of such a slow reaction of the girl. - "I was able to escape from the "office, do you get it with your chicken brain?? They know that I gave you access to the database! And most likely already traced all your machinations!"
Ange froze, blinking with round eyes, trying to digest all the information that had fallen on her.
"Than why the hell are you here? What if they were following you?" - She suddenly jumped to her feet and pounced on the man. Martin took a step back, not expecting such a dramatic change in the girl.
"Calm down. I know this office like the back of my hand. I came out imperceptibly as a shadow. When they come to their senses, enough time will pass. And you should be damn grateful to me that I came to warn you. I don't think that Greg will be glad when he finds out to whom you were selling all the allegedly written off goods!"
Angela turned pale and fell on the edge of the bed.
"How did you know?" - She asked in trembling voice, her lips suddenly whitened.
"Baby, do you think I'm a fool? You used my access! Of course, I checked what you did in the database. Besides, you left some traces, trying to clean up after you. And when you know what you're looking for, it's always easier to find."
The girl put a cold palm to her forehead, trying to recover somehow.
"Do not worry. I cleaned up everything for you perfectly. But Greg has a couple of experts who can at least guess where you were picking and what you could do."
A sudden thought forced Angela to narrow her eyes and look with suspicion at the interlocutor.
" What do you want?" - She asked, highlighting every word.
Martin hesitated a little, not expecting that the girl would guess so quickly. Then, deciding not to delay this moment, rummaged in his pocket and fished out a notebook sheet.
"Firstly, I need a place on the next flight to one of the hot spots, and I have to arrive there at the rank of at least sergeant. - He began. Angela's eyebrows jumped to her forehead.
"Don't you want too much?" - She asked with an arrogant smile.
Martin carefully looked at the girl, then he approached and bent so that only a couple of centimeters separated their faces. Angela instinctively grimaced but stayed put.
"Baby, I think this is the least you can do for me. Otherwise, I can accidentally forget to call my friend in an hour. And he accidentally sends an anonymous letter straight to Greg and Frank with a detailed description of what you did with some of the most exciting products of the corporation. And believe me, you will pray that Greg will wake up in a good mood on this day and give you to the police. Because otherwise, you will have to get acquainted with his not very cute side. I came across it a couple of times, and I didn't like it at all!"
Angela clenched her teeth so as not to show a single emotion on her face, putting trembling hands behind her back.
" Good let it be your way. This is simple for my daddy." - She pronounced in a calm voice, carefully hiding the notes of panic. Martin smiled contentedly and straightened up, looking down at the girl.
"Good girl. This is the right decision! Do not quarrel with me anymore. Maybe I'm the last ally of yours except your dear daddy." - He said mockingly.
Angela had to clench her fists, sticking her long nails into her palm to somehow cool her anger. Now she wanted so bad to cling to the face of this insolent bastard and dig his eyes with her own fingers. But she knew perfectly well that in his hands now was too much. While Greg has no direct evidence, he will not be able to blame her. The corporation is too big to know where exactly she cheated. And by the time he finds it, Angela will have time with her dad to destroy this lousy corporation to the ground.
"Okay, I'll hand over your demands to dad. As soon as he settles everything, I will contact you."
"No, wait a second." - interrupted her Martin. - "That's not all! I need everything from the list and preferably tomorrow evening."
Having said this, Martin slipped a piece of paper to the girl's face. She paused for a while, took the note and quickly ran through the written.
"What? Are you crazy?" - she cried, reading to the end and crushing the paper in her hand. - "Have you decided to arrange a mass slaughter here?"
" None of your business, b*tch! You don't know a damn thing!" - Growled Martin, tearing the list from her hand. - "I'm not going to kill a single human! So be calm, the weapon will not pop up anywhere. And for your daddy with all his weapons depots, this is nothing. So don't play the righteous here. Do you even know how many civilians and soldiers were killed thanks to your trade with terrorists?"
Angela's face ominous darkened, but she still decided not to express her thoughts aloud. Who cares about people, which are so stupid as to climb into the inferno on their own? Dumb cannon fodders who does not understand that war is just a business.
"Good. I'll get it all, but it will take more time." - finally answered Angela.
"You have a day. Tomorrow evening I will be waiting for you with the goods at the address at the bottom of the list. "
Angela got lost in thought, scrutinizing Martin. Then a sly smile appeared on her face.
"You know, since I do so much for you, I deserve to ask for a return favor." She purred slowly and gracefully lifting herself from her bed. - "Very small."
She as if accidentally ran her fingertips along the edge of her delicate, forcing Martin's eyes to sink onto her chest involuntarily.
" What do you want?" - Martin asked in a sudden hoarse voice.
" You know how I appreciate you. You are a true professional and also a strong and handsome man." - Drawled Angela, coming up close. Her hands, barely touching, ran over Martin's broad shoulders, making him flinch. The girl walked around him and wrapped her arms around his waist, pressed her chest against his back.
"For such a professional as you, it probably would be a piece of cake to kill one stupid little dishwasher, right?" - Angela whispered in his ear. Martin frowned. And then the lips themselves spread in a cold smile.
"You women are terrifying creatures!"
***
The faces of Greg and Frank were distorted in disgust grimaces when they realized what they were looking at. They followed Martin all the way to Angela's house. When the girl herself arrived, both men held their breath impatiently.
It was a pity that the chip did not transmit the sound, judging by the picture on the screen, both suspects met in one of the rooms on the second floor. From Martin's movements, one could understand that the conversation did not start on a good note. But then it became clear that he was asking for something from the girl and even handed her some sheet, perhaps a document ...
Greg and Frank could only guess about the conversation that took place between the two conspirators. But then the picture began to change. Only after a minute, when the second silhouette began to emerge on the screen, they guessed what strange gestures it was.
Frank cleared his throat, looking away from the screen. Greg grimaced but continued to watch.
"Tell me when they finish," - Frank said through clenched teeth, looking out the window. Greg grinned.
"Why are you not happy? In my opinion, Martin did us a huge favor!" - He said jokingly, adjusting his device to the adoption of the second signal.
"Yes, it is lovely, but I didn't want to see the process in such details at all." - Frank said through his teeth. Greg shrugged and handed the tablet to his friend, lowered the side window. Frank raised his eyebrows in surprise, not realizing what his friend was going to do.
In the meantime, Greg glanced at some application on his phone, poked something, and lowering his hand out of the window, began to wait, peering into the darkness. Just a couple of minutes later, the thickets rustled nearby, and a little black wolf jumped out of them.
Looking around and smelling the air, she found Greg's gaze and rushed toward him, squealing softly. A second black wolf appeared from the same thicket closely behind. Only he stayed where he was, vigilantly watching everything happening around him.
"Vicky," - Greg called out, scratching the girl behind his ear. - "Listen to me carefully. I know that you are thrilled that you were allowed to make some mischiefs. But you and Nicky will have to wait two hours until one man leaves here. Then you can arrange your evil tricks as you like."
The wolf carefully looked at Greg, as if trying to read his thoughts. Then she yelped briefly, confirming that she understood and turned to her brother. He remained at his post, and only his ears turned in their direction, showed that he was catching every word of Greg.
" Good. You can go now. Do not forget, if anything would seem amiss just press the button on the collar." - Greg gave the last instructions, adjusting the burgundy choker around the neck of the animal. Although the fur covered it partially, still, at a short distance, one could clearly see the shine of dark cherry stones along the edging and rich craftsmanship of it. - "And don't come back too late. Two o'clock in the morning you should both be at home!" - Greg finally threw in the back of the shifters hiding in the bush.
"Was I just hallucinating now or was it, Vicky and Nicky?" - Frankie asked in a voice full of astonishment, looking at the thickets in which two black beasts dissolved. Greg shrugged in response.
"What are they doing here?" - Franky pushed.
"Lana has been visiting Angela for a while now at night. She thinks that's kind of funny. Besides, she says that Angela's distorted face full of horror relieves her stress." - Greg said with a sigh, returning to his tablet.
"But isn't it dangerous?" - Frankie was worriedly looking around. Greg turned a surprised look to his friend. A day ago, he was afraid of the werewolves, and today he even started worrying about them.
"That's why I gave Vicky this choker. There is a GPS beacon, a communication transmitter and even a sensor that monitors the heartbeat and general body functions. If Marina finds out about this, she will be ready to sell her soul for data from it. Don't tell her!"
"The rubies and the platinum craftwork also perform some functions?" Frank asked, grinning.
"Girls should be fashionable. I just could not give her an ordinary dog collar, it somehow ... But don't tell Lana. If she suspects that this is real gems, you will be the first on my list of suspects!" - Greg pronounced threateningly looking at Frank.
At that moment, Greg's phone rang and Tony's number flashed on display. Greg exchanged glances with Frank and picked up the phone.
"Gregory," - came the unusually severe voice of a friend from that side. - "We urgently need to talk. Be with at my place in an hour. I know who could be involved in the murder, or more precisely who had exactly the same pistols as mine ... "
Angela screamed with all her might. The uninvited guest, in one leap, covered the distance between them, grabbed her and put his hand over her mouth.
"Shut up, you idiot!" - He hissed in her ear. - "Do you want everyone to come running and see me here?"
Angela froze for a second and then tried to break free. Martin's patience was running out. He caught the girl in his hands and dragged her into the room.
" Dumbass! Immediately calm down!" - He growled, throwing the girl on the bed. - "Greg knows everything!"
The last phrase made Angela flinch and stop fighting.
"What does he know?" - She whispered, sitting down on her knees and peering into Martin's face in horror.
"Everything!" - Martin exhaled, starting to get angry because of such a slow reaction of the girl. - "I was able to escape from the "office, do you get it with your chicken brain?? They know that I gave you access to the database! And most likely already traced all your machinations!"
Ange froze, blinking with round eyes, trying to digest all the information that had fallen on her.
"Than why the hell are you here? What if they were following you?" - She suddenly jumped to her feet and pounced on the man. Martin took a step back, not expecting such a dramatic change in the girl.
"Calm down. I know this office like the back of my hand. I came out imperceptibly as a shadow. When they come to their senses, enough time will pass. And you should be damn grateful to me that I came to warn you. I don't think that Greg will be glad when he finds out to whom you were selling all the allegedly written off goods!"
Angela turned pale and fell on the edge of the bed.
"How did you know?" - She asked in trembling voice, her lips suddenly whitened.
"Baby, do you think I'm a fool? You used my access! Of course, I checked what you did in the database. Besides, you left some traces, trying to clean up after you. And when you know what you're looking for, it's always easier to find."
The girl put a cold palm to her forehead, trying to recover somehow.
"Do not worry. I cleaned up everything for you perfectly. But Greg has a couple of experts who can at least guess where you were picking and what you could do."
A sudden thought forced Angela to narrow her eyes and look with suspicion at the interlocutor.
" What do you want?" - She asked, highlighting every word.
Martin hesitated a little, not expecting that the girl would guess so quickly. Then, deciding not to delay this moment, rummaged in his pocket and fished out a notebook sheet.
"Firstly, I need a place on the next flight to one of the hot spots, and I have to arrive there at the rank of at least sergeant. - He began. Angela's eyebrows jumped to her forehead.
"Don't you want too much?" - She asked with an arrogant smile.
Martin carefully looked at the girl, then he approached and bent so that only a couple of centimeters separated their faces. Angela instinctively grimaced but stayed put.
"Baby, I think this is the least you can do for me. Otherwise, I can accidentally forget to call my friend in an hour. And he accidentally sends an anonymous letter straight to Greg and Frank with a detailed description of what you did with some of the most exciting products of the corporation. And believe me, you will pray that Greg will wake up in a good mood on this day and give you to the police. Because otherwise, you will have to get acquainted with his not very cute side. I came across it a couple of times, and I didn't like it at all!"
Angela clenched her teeth so as not to show a single emotion on her face, putting trembling hands behind her back.
" Good let it be your way. This is simple for my daddy." - She pronounced in a calm voice, carefully hiding the notes of panic. Martin smiled contentedly and straightened up, looking down at the girl.
"Good girl. This is the right decision! Do not quarrel with me anymore. Maybe I'm the last ally of yours except your dear daddy." - He said mockingly.
Angela had to clench her fists, sticking her long nails into her palm to somehow cool her anger. Now she wanted so bad to cling to the face of this insolent bastard and dig his eyes with her own fingers. But she knew perfectly well that in his hands now was too much. While Greg has no direct evidence, he will not be able to blame her. The corporation is too big to know where exactly she cheated. And by the time he finds it, Angela will have time with her dad to destroy this lousy corporation to the ground.
"Okay, I'll hand over your demands to dad. As soon as he settles everything, I will contact you."
"No, wait a second." - interrupted her Martin. - "That's not all! I need everything from the list and preferably tomorrow evening."
Having said this, Martin slipped a piece of paper to the girl's face. She paused for a while, took the note and quickly ran through the written.
"What? Are you crazy?" - she cried, reading to the end and crushing the paper in her hand. - "Have you decided to arrange a mass slaughter here?"
" None of your business, b*tch! You don't know a damn thing!" - Growled Martin, tearing the list from her hand. - "I'm not going to kill a single human! So be calm, the weapon will not pop up anywhere. And for your daddy with all his weapons depots, this is nothing. So don't play the righteous here. Do you even know how many civilians and soldiers were killed thanks to your trade with terrorists?"
Angela's face ominous darkened, but she still decided not to express her thoughts aloud. Who cares about people, which are so stupid as to climb into the inferno on their own? Dumb cannon fodders who does not understand that war is just a business.
"Good. I'll get it all, but it will take more time." - finally answered Angela.
"You have a day. Tomorrow evening I will be waiting for you with the goods at the address at the bottom of the list. "
Angela got lost in thought, scrutinizing Martin. Then a sly smile appeared on her face.
"You know, since I do so much for you, I deserve to ask for a return favor." She purred slowly and gracefully lifting herself from her bed. - "Very small."
She as if accidentally ran her fingertips along the edge of her delicate, forcing Martin's eyes to sink onto her chest involuntarily.
" What do you want?" - Martin asked in a sudden hoarse voice.
" You know how I appreciate you. You are a true professional and also a strong and handsome man." - Drawled Angela, coming up close. Her hands, barely touching, ran over Martin's broad shoulders, making him flinch. The girl walked around him and wrapped her arms around his waist, pressed her chest against his back.
"For such a professional as you, it probably would be a piece of cake to kill one stupid little dishwasher, right?" - Angela whispered in his ear. Martin frowned. And then the lips themselves spread in a cold smile.
"You women are terrifying creatures!"
***
The faces of Greg and Frank were distorted in disgust grimaces when they realized what they were looking at. They followed Martin all the way to Angela's house. When the girl herself arrived, both men held their breath impatiently.
It was a pity that the chip did not transmit the sound, judging by the picture on the screen, both suspects met in one of the rooms on the second floor. From Martin's movements, one could understand that the conversation did not start on a good note. But then it became clear that he was asking for something from the girl and even handed her some sheet, perhaps a document ...
Greg and Frank could only guess about the conversation that took place between the two conspirators. But then the picture began to change. Only after a minute, when the second silhouette began to emerge on the screen, they guessed what strange gestures it was.
Frank cleared his throat, looking away from the screen. Greg grimaced but continued to watch.
"Tell me when they finish," - Frank said through clenched teeth, looking out the window. Greg grinned.
"Why are you not happy? In my opinion, Martin did us a huge favor!" - He said jokingly, adjusting his device to the adoption of the second signal.
"Yes, it is lovely, but I didn't want to see the process in such details at all." - Frank said through his teeth. Greg shrugged and handed the tablet to his friend, lowered the side window. Frank raised his eyebrows in surprise, not realizing what his friend was going to do.
In the meantime, Greg glanced at some application on his phone, poked something, and lowering his hand out of the window, began to wait, peering into the darkness. Just a couple of minutes later, the thickets rustled nearby, and a little black wolf jumped out of them.
Looking around and smelling the air, she found Greg's gaze and rushed toward him, squealing softly. A second black wolf appeared from the same thicket closely behind. Only he stayed where he was, vigilantly watching everything happening around him.
"Vicky," - Greg called out, scratching the girl behind his ear. - "Listen to me carefully. I know that you are thrilled that you were allowed to make some mischiefs. But you and Nicky will have to wait two hours until one man leaves here. Then you can arrange your evil tricks as you like."
The wolf carefully looked at Greg, as if trying to read his thoughts. Then she yelped briefly, confirming that she understood and turned to her brother. He remained at his post, and only his ears turned in their direction, showed that he was catching every word of Greg.
" Good. You can go now. Do not forget, if anything would seem amiss just press the button on the collar." - Greg gave the last instructions, adjusting the burgundy choker around the neck of the animal. Although the fur covered it partially, still, at a short distance, one could clearly see the shine of dark cherry stones along the edging and rich craftsmanship of it. - "And don't come back too late. Two o'clock in the morning you should both be at home!" - Greg finally threw in the back of the shifters hiding in the bush.
"Was I just hallucinating now or was it, Vicky and Nicky?" - Frankie asked in a voice full of astonishment, looking at the thickets in which two black beasts dissolved. Greg shrugged in response.
"What are they doing here?" - Franky pushed.
"Lana has been visiting Angela for a while now at night. She thinks that's kind of funny. Besides, she says that Angela's distorted face full of horror relieves her stress." - Greg said with a sigh, returning to his tablet.
"But isn't it dangerous?" - Frankie was worriedly looking around. Greg turned a surprised look to his friend. A day ago, he was afraid of the werewolves, and today he even started worrying about them.
"That's why I gave Vicky this choker. There is a GPS beacon, a communication transmitter and even a sensor that monitors the heartbeat and general body functions. If Marina finds out about this, she will be ready to sell her soul for data from it. Don't tell her!"
"The rubies and the platinum craftwork also perform some functions?" Frank asked, grinning.
"Girls should be fashionable. I just could not give her an ordinary dog collar, it somehow ... But don't tell Lana. If she suspects that this is real gems, you will be the first on my list of suspects!" - Greg pronounced threateningly looking at Frank.
At that moment, Greg's phone rang and Tony's number flashed on display. Greg exchanged glances with Frank and picked up the phone.
"Gregory," - came the unusually severe voice of a friend from that side. - "We urgently need to talk. Be with at my place in an hour. I know who could be involved in the murder, or more precisely who had exactly the same pistols as mine ... "
