Fragments

"What do you mean by 'not trackable'?"

My voice resonated through the walls of my room, Dante stared at me like I'd lost my mind, maybe I did. His bearded jaw slacked with disappointment. Like me, he was up the whole night despite our late arrival a few hours ago. Not to mention he was still wounded.

"All the CCTV's have been tampered with. All the footage afternoon is either blank or deleted. It seems like someone has-"

"Meddled with the security system. But who?"

Dante preceded, the crutch beneath his right shoulder hit the floor as he walked towards Micah. I sighed, this was getting us nowhere. Four hours. Four fucking hours and it was still hard to track her. 

Rage. It was consuming me to know she was out there somewhere, away from my reach. 

Micah leaned against the wall, his charcoal eyes coolly amused as he crossed his trouser-clad legs at the ankles. "It would be fun to seize the traitor. I wonder who that'd be?"