The Collab...

Chapter 13

By Inu Yasha

Lydon arrived at the place of the accident, which had only happened a few hours ago. The car had been removed, together with Burroc's dead body.

Lydon didn't feel sorry for his friend. After all, he had only befriended him because he was a good driver, nothing more. Burroc, on his turn, had been only so glad to be taken under Lydon's wing, because he had smelled the sweet scent of promotion.

"Tough luck, my friend," Lydon murmured to no-one in particularly. "No promotion for you. I hope you have better luck next life." He grinned.

If he was able to return Cisia to the Core, it was Lydon himself who would be promoted. Cisia was important to the Ministry, they'd pay any price to have her back into the Core. Even if that price included the death of a certain ex-hunter called Ashley...Lydon touched the trigger of his gun, just to be sure it was still there. This time, he vowed, he wouldn't hesitate to pull it.

Lydon noticed some black stains on the concrete. Oil. He remembered there was someone on a motorcycle, who'd saved Ashley, but he hadn't seen his face. This trace...it was only a couple of hours old. It could be theirs.

Somewhat disappointed, he ran back towards his car. He’d hoped it would have been more difficult, a bit more of a challenge. Any third-grade patrolman could follow this trace.

A few blocks away, he found the motorcycle, which was crashed into some vehicles. Ashley and the other one were nowhere to be seen. No blood, no torn off limbs, no shattered organs. Lydon was certain they were still alive. He parked his car, locked it, and examined the cycle. All of a sudden, he remembered Ashley and the other one had been followed by some of Lydon’s colleagues, yet it didn’t seem like they had found this place. Strange. What could have gone wrong?

But Lydon didn’t want to waste his time over that question, he had more important things on his mind. Like, where was Ashley? Impatiently, Lydon looked around, when he suddenly saw an alley, not far away from the place where he was standing. A smirk appeared on his face. That alley was a trap...a perfect trap.