Declan thanked him profusely before he and the others barged in. The next round of the ear-splitting sound of bullets ripping the air was heard. I had to run in the other direction and stuff my fingers in my ears. When the firing ended Chucky came to tell me that I was needed. Apparently there was a flashdrive that he had hid. Joe searched him head to toe and found nothing. I saw his wedding ring and asked if I could have it. The others thought it was odd but removed it regardless. The loser was trying to argue but in the end I showed them that the wedding ring was actually a memory chip.
I thanked them and snuck out to hail a cab. Someone grabbed me from behind and yanked me. Declan was furious that I was giving him the slip. I told him that I am going to help the eraser and he doesn't like company. He had better go his own way. The man wasn't happy to be sidelined but he hopped on his bike and drove off. I got to King's cross station and hopped on a train that took me to the countryside. A burly tall man with a light tan greeted me with an envelope. I looked inside and told him to get me in a building with less noise. He took me to the woods. I got out of the car and walked around till I found a spot that I liked. I could still see the car but I was at a distance that I could run away if need be. I sat down on a tree stump and pulled out the check list. There were five pictures. All of them were British. Three were men and two were women. I looked at them deeply and walked back to the car. The man drove me to see a man in his twenties. He looked like a movie heartthrob. Blonde hair, stunning smile and excellent physique.
I gave the addresses of all them and he drove off to retrieve them. The Eraser called to tell me that one of the people had escaped so I had to connect with them to find out that the person in question was being hauled by an idiot. I told him where he was and the Eraser changed into a military garb. He drove till he reached the junk yard and found his client dangling by his ankles. They were about to cut him in half with a chainsaw. He stepped forward and I tapped out. I sat down because I was having a headache. I massaged my head for a few minutes and walked till I found a store that had all sorts of goods. I got a small juice carton, a bag of chips and a bottle of water. I went to the counter to pay. As I pulled out my card suddenly a hand came out of nowhere and tapped the machine. I turned to my soon to be ex-husband. He stared at me with wonder. He had just found out that he was a father. Something his ex-wives never granted him. He wasn't going to let me go that easily.
I walked off to the park to stretch my legs and figure out my next move. I found a bench and started munching on the chips. I chugged the orange juice and tossed both in the trashcan. I touched the water bottle and I was pulled back. I saw a flash of light and saw myself from a distance. It was as though I was spying on me. I picked up the bottle to drink and was shot dead. I put it down as I walked towards the fountain. I searched the place and sensed the shooter. I quietly stepped aside as a bunch of tourists came to admire the park. I used it as a cover and got out. I found a place where goths congregate and it felt homey for some reason. The women and men dressed in Victorian era outfits with glass goblets somehow resonated. One of them asked me my name. I introduced myself, "Raven Blackburn at your service." I quoted several poems written by goths and they smiled as they welcomed me. My outfit was simple. Black t-shirt and gray pants. My raven hair was tied to a ponytail.
The waiter asked me if this was my first time in such an establishment to which I concurred. He gave me some herbal tea and directed me to a table. There was a crystal ball, a vase of dead roses, a fake tarantula and a candlestick holding a single black candle. Once the wick was lit the air had a pleasant scent. I was told this was a resin candle so it imparts a lovely scent as it illuminates the space. The air did have a smell which slowly died out. I meditated to track the shooter and found him trying to figure out hus next move. I pulled a notepad and a pencil. I drew where he was trying to go. Declan asked me why I was drawing. I muttered, "There is a bounty on my head and someone tried to collect so I am trying to figure out where he is going. So I trap him for interrogation." Declan was familiar with the place so he offered me a ride. His entire team nabbed and threw him in the trunk. He was taken away so Marcel could figure things out.
Declan asked me politely, "When did we get married? How long were you going to the existence of my own daughter from me?" I sighed, "We got married after you divorced Moira. You were overtaken by grief that you had raised a stranger thinking it was yours. We got married and I got pregnant but you came to the conclusion that you were sterile. So I kept my mouth shut. It is not easy doing what I do. Everything takes a toll on my mind. I need someone I can rely on when these moments hit. You are busy. You would never believe that we would be married in a thousand years. I am a plan jane goth and you are beautiful." He grinned at the compliment, "Why don't take this makeup off your face to see what you look like. Maybe you are lovely underneath that gunk." I blushed as I walked away.
He came with me. I proved beyond reasonable doubt that Maeve was his daughter. He was speechless as I sat down to wipe away the make up. Maeve came and asked me if the bad men were gone. I told her that the bad men have vanished so we can have some fun. We are going to Ireland. I have rented a flat in Dublin so we can enjoy the culture. She asked me why we go there every year. I explained, "It's where your father is from. I deny my baby her roots." She smiled,"How about we go somewhere else so we can plant roots there?" I laughed as I explained, "Roots means where your grandparents and their grandparents are from." She blinked twice, "Like the indigenous people of Palestine?" I smiled, "Yes dear. From the river to the sea."