Chapter 90: The Chase

The moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the apartment building as Olivia and Gen approached. The streets were quiet, the city asleep, but the urgency of their mission kept them alert.

Olivia moved with calm determination, her mind focused on the task at hand. Gen, as always, was ready for action, her impatience barely contained.

They entered the lobby and made their way to the security office. The head guard, a burly man with a stern expression, looked up from his desk as they approached.

"We're looking for the security guard who worked the morning shifts here," Olivia said, her voice polite.

"Samuel?" The head guard frowned. "He quit a few days ago. Haven't seen him since."

"Whatever." Gen stepped forward, her tone sharp. "We need his address."

"Woah! Woah! Woah! Young lady." The head guard crossed his arms, his expression hardening. "I can't just give out personal information. It's against policy."

Olivia sighed, sensing the futility of arguing. She placed a hand on Gen's arm, calming her. "We understand your concerns," she said softly, her eyes locking onto the guard's. "But this is very important. We need to find him."

"Sorry, ladies. No can do."

When the guard remained stubborn, Olivia decided to use a different approach. She manifested and focused her Aura, the subtle shimmer of vitality emanating from her. The guard's eyes glazed over slightly, his resistance weakening.

"Please," Olivia said gently. "Tell us where we can find him."

The guard blinked slowly, then nodded. "He lives at 34 Maple Street, apartment 5C," he said in a monotone voice.

"Thank you," Olivia replied, her Aura retracting as she stepped back.

Gen smirked, shaking her head. "You always make it look so easy."

Olivia gave her a small smile. "Let's go."

They hurried to the car and drove to the address, the city's quiet streets flashing by in a blur. They quickly arrived at the apartment building. Gen flung open the door and raced out up the stairs to the fifth floor of the building. She rapped on the door quickly as she was joined by Olivia. "Open up or I'll break down the door." She threatened as she knocked.

"Calm down." Olivia gently pushed Gen aside and held a hand above the door. In a second, it clicked open.Gen pushed the door open to see a sorry sight. It was clear that Samuel had left in a hurry. The apartment inside was in disarray. Clothes were strewn about, drawers left open, and the bed unmade.

"Looks like he bolted," Gen muttered, picking up a discarded shirt.

Olivia moved methodically through the apartment, checking the drawers. "Search the house. We need to know where he went to."

Gen followed suit, searching for anything important.

Olivia moved to the kitchen where she found a train ticket stub on the kitchen counter, partially hidden under a stack of papers. "Found him! He's trying to leave the city," she said, her voice calm despite the urgency. "The train leaves in thirty minutes."

Gen's eyes widened. "Shit. Once he gets on the train, it's over. We need to move. Now."

They dashed back to the car and sped through the city, the engine roaring as Gen pushed it to its limits. Traffic was light, but every red light felt like an eternity. Olivia kept her eyes on the road, her mind racing with the need to reach the station in time.

When they finally arrived at the train station, they had only minutes to spare. They rushed inside, scanning the platforms for any sign of Samuel. The hustle and bustle of the station made it difficult to spot him, but Olivia's keen eyes caught sight of a familiar figure.

"There," she said, pointing towards a platform at the far end.

They hurried towards him, but as they got closer, they saw that Samuel wasn't alone. Sarah and Malachi flanked him, their presence imposing. Behind them stood the remaining three members of the Malachi coven, their eyes cold and mocking.

Sarah smirked as Olivia and Gen approached. "You're too late," she taunted, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "He's coming with us."

"So it was you!" Gen's fists clenched, her anger barely contained. "We're not letting you take him."

Malachi stepped forward, wearing a superior smirk on his face. "You're in no position to make demands."

Olivia placed a hand on Gen's arm, holding her back. She knew that attacking now would be futile. They were outnumbered, and a confrontation here would only make things worse. "Let's not make a scene," she said quietly. "We need to think this through."

Gen glared at Sarah and Malachi, her frustration evident. "This isn't over," she growled.

Sarah chuckled, her eyes gleaming with victory. "Oh, I'm sure it's not. But for now, you've lost." Searᴄh the nôᴠel Fire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

They watched helplessly as the coven escorted out of the station.

Gen turned to Olivia, her anger replaced by a determined resolve. "What now?"

Olivia took a deep breath, her mind already on their next move. "We regroup. We find another way. This isn't the end. Samuel doesn't have to be the only card we can play."

They left the station, the weight of their failure heavy on their shoulders. But Olivia knew they couldn't afford to dwell on it. There was too much at stake, and they needed to stay focused.

Back in the car, the silence was filled with a sense of determination. Olivia took the wheel this time. "We need to find something on Macmillan. He's the one controlling Target." She said as they drove through the city. "We need to cut off the snake at the head."

Gen nodded, her jaw set. "We'll dig up every piece of dirt we can. He's going to pay for this."

Silence filled the air.

"We'll get him back," Gen said, breaking the silence, her voice filled with conviction.

Olivia nodded, reassuringly. "Yes, we will."

"And we'll make sure everyone gets what's coming to them." Gen leaned back on her seat. A list of names flashed in her mind.

Sarah.

X.

Malachi.

Macmillan.

She will drink their blood.