Chapter III

The blue camera room was like the Red Room. The walls were blue and there was a circular table, albeit smaller, in the middle. Along the blue walls were computers, images being projected of the grounds. You can't hide out there.

"What's going on, Tommy?" He motioned for me to sit down at one of the computers and he sat down at the one next to me. He clicked off the image and brought up a few documents. Pressing a few buttons, the documents were transmitted to my computer.

"What do you remember about the night your parents died, Vlada?" The documents that were popping up on my screen were written in Russian but were being translated slowly.

"I remember going into the closet. And then running to find my parents. I ran into you after watching them being killed. We went back to the closet. From there we went out the secret way to outside. Nikolas said twenty men ran in after the original attack. And then we ran off. We got word that someone called and said they heard shots. The bodies were taken away. We didn't give them a funeral."

Tommy typed in a few things and then the words on my screen went into English.

"On the third page it says that your parents items were stolen from the house. Money they kept stashed, credit cards, cars. The cars were scrapped. Money can't be traced. But credit cards can be."

The words rushed past me as he clicked on another document.

"What are you getting at?" The documents stopped flashing by and Tommy's eyes were on my face.

"The credit cards have been used repeatedly since the attack." My eyes widened and my heart rate picked up.

"Then we can find out who it was! We can hack into ATMs and find the pictures and-" Tommy held up a hand and shut me up.

"We already have, Vlada. And we got the pictures. But they don't help us at all. They make it worse." I wanted to ask how but he was already typing into the computer.

Seven clicks and one enter and a series of pictures were on my screen.

Each picture was from a different ATM, but each picture had the same two people on it.

"I don't understand. That's..."

"Your parents." I turned to face Nikolas who stood at the door now, biting my lip.

"I watched them die." He walked forward, the anger I had seen earlier completely gone and replaced with sympathy and confusion as well.

"This is all we know, Vlada. And I promise that we'll keep you included in this for now on. Now, did you learn anything in your impromptu mission?"

"Nothing of this scale. Most people only heard that Anarchy had been attacked, not that there had been murders. Some Anarchy affiliates didn't even know mother and father had been... er... killed."

We all sat in silence, trying to come up with any ideas, any clues.

"Sir?" We turned at the voice. A boy around the age of fourteen stood at the door, looking a little nervous. His arms were bare of any tattoos but he had a gun holster on his hip.

"Yes, Vasili?" He looked between the three of us and then back to Nikolas, shifting his feet. Poor lad was beyond nervous.

"Sir, there is a package at the door. Signed for Miss Decartay." His voice was French accented but was shown false when he pronounced my name with the correct Russian accent.

I stood up and walked towards the front door, curiousity brimming to the edges. The package was indeed addressed to me but being born into a mafia family let me know that it shouldn't be trusted until inspected.

The inspection lasted only a few minutes, consisting of being run through an X-ray type machine and having bomb dogs sniff the outside of the box. Apparently inside was nothing potentially harmful.

Tommy lifted the box, testing the weight, before handing it to me. Curious and careful, I peeled back the flaps after tearing the tape and gazing in. Papers and pictures were stuffed to the top, things I've never seen before. People I've never seen before. A man, a woman, and two kids.

"Who are these people, Tommy?" Before Tommy had the chance to move forward and look, Nikolas snatched the box from me. He grabbed the top picture and stared at them, his face going pale.

"MacCawley, escort Decartay to her rooms, if you would." His voice was low and curt, the formal use of our last names was a sign in Anarchy that meant something was up, something was wrong.

"What is it, Nikolas?" I tried to rip the box away but in vain. Tommy was holding my arms behind my back, pulling me up the stairs.

"What is in the box, Nikolas? What do those papers say?! NIKOLAS!" Tommy pulled me onto the landing and into my old room, shutting the door after he shoved me in. I heard the familiar lock of a door and I began banging on the wood.

"Calm down, Vlada!" I kicked the door and continued banging.

"Verdammen sie." I gave up after cursing in German, my hands sore and throbbing. A thought entered my head and I walked towards the window.

"Windows are all barred, Vlada." I closed my eyes and reached for the nearest thing, a vase, and threw it at the door.

"ZUT!" Silence greeted my cursing in French and I slid down the wall until I was sitting on the white carpeted floor.

"Damn."

A/N: So if you find a problem in the translations, I'm sorry.
I used an online translator because I'm too lazy, hah.
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