When I returned from the shower, my roommate was still eating, but now he was already in the dessert pudding. He didn't watch me again. He continued with his head down, eating non-stop. I sat in front of him, watching his face. He didn't look back at me, he was so focused on the food that anyone could say he hadn't eaten for days. I served myself a little bit of everything, but I didn't eat.When I felt the pendant of my necklace touching my throat, I thought again about my trip to the American embassy. I was greeted by more police officers and an ambassador, and after a long conversation about all the possible advice they could give me about the mission I was starting, I was taken to a room where they asked me for the item I used the most often. I took off Mikaela's necklace and waited while they nailed a small ear that was no more than a degree of rice against the snake pendant. The necklace was still as usual, but now I knew that the police could listen without difficulty from my s
"This makes me think of the psychological terror that my brother's return gave me "I commented with a low laugh, only when the necklace hit my neck by the movement, I realized that the police would be listening to every word said; that they expected me to ask the reasons why the Brotherhood wanted that man's head so much. I just wanted to vent, I didn't even notice that I was pulling out truths that he never revealed to the world. "He died for the first time when I was very young, very young. And I thought for all the years that he deserved to have had a longer life, and that I would love to meet him. I remember all the times I prayed, asking for his return. And I remember all the times I was against the right people to support him. I criticize the Brotherhood, but I did the same for my brother for many years. I wanted him, wherever he was, to be proud to see me keep his image intact. I even had my first accident because I was upset with a friend who criticized him. I never wanted to
"I know," I commented in a brittle tone. I didn't like having to imagine that kind of life. Nothing affected me more than seeing children begging. If even in the United States, being one of the largest global powers, it was common to see something like that. Nothing would free Turkey from the same scenario. "But I wonder... If there was an opportunity, if there was enough for everyone, would the Brotherhood cease to exist? Wouldn't anyone be interested in work for the simple pleasure of killing? I don't believe that Aslan is one of the kidnapped children who are grateful for the food on the table. I don't believe that most of my brother's henchmen were people who really needed the money and a good life. I think it was a choice, but not for the same reasons. And that's what makes the police work difficult. That's why we're both partners.”"We have to filter the real innocents," said the man, and I nodded lightly. He sighed, again crossing his hands below his chin. "In this case, I thin
"How are the bids made? “I murmured, taking advantage of the sounds of the shoes hitting against the floor as people occupied the chairs around. Osman drew my attention to the arm in our chairs. There was a small green button on each chair. So I assumed that the thing should be given with a squeeze on the upholstery. That's why most who sat, kept their arms very tightly closed around their bodies. I watched the surroundings more closely, a small black curtain was hidden at the back of the hall, and you could see a few feet under the cloth. Women should be grouped there. Next to me, the policeman moved, as if he were uncomfortable, but as I was by his side, I could hear the commands that the police captain gave in his ears by the tiny listening. I turned to Osman, and he watched me only after taking a very long look at the entrance door. "You seem more nervous than ever. And keep looking at the places like that... We are a team. If you get nervous, I'll go too. Don't make me ruin every
The arrogance of the leader name of the Brotherhood would be his downfall. He never thought that the police would appear, even more so in large quantities. He never thought that a simple auction "which always took place on days of the week known to people" would cause the police to invade the place. Of course, it would not take long for his sources to inform him of what happened, but, by then, hopefully we would have released the kidnapped children. Aslan had no chance. And worst of all, he left his soldiers and friends, or brothers as they were called, alone. He didn't set up an escort outside to see if they would be okay. He didn't send people to watch the sales and make sure nothing went wrong. He left the people who trusted him the most without any protection. And the strangest thing about all this is that they still remained faithful to that rotten Brotherhood.The police easily surrendered the members of the Brotherhood in that hall, and managed to arrest all the rich who were w
"I had to learn everything again after my accident," I said in a low voice. "I had to learn to breathe, walk, talk, and move. So that must have been why the training with the police was better to do. I'm still learning, but the difference is huge. I really feel like a person prepared for any situation. From an extreme cold to an endless race. Even though I have to depend on the firecracker for almost everything, I'm still better than I was in basic activities. Not to mention that my reflexes are much better now. So he was right. It's easier to learn everything when you've forgotten how to do it. That must be why they considered my brother as a God. It was not because he came back from the dead, but because he reached a level of lethality that no one alive has achieved. But I did it. And I think that's exactly what they expected me to do.”"Perhaps, but in relation to the children and his brother, it's all true," Osman said, nodding absent-mindedly. He let out another heavy sigh. "Ther
"Do you think you can reach the next window? "Murmured Osman, his voice sounding no more than a warm breeze against the cold wind. I nodded, but I hesitated. “Great. Remember the training on the climbing wall. Imagine that you are still using the safety equipment. Imagine that there is a mattress down there, waiting for the moment when you will fall. Everything will be fine, Penelope. Just jump. I'll be here if something goes wrong. I promise to pull you.”“Miss Maxwell? "He called Aslan once again, with a note of laughter in his voice. He knocked on the door, with such a slow movement that I knew very well that he was having fun with the situation. Of course he loved that game. I had learned from my father and my brother. The only one who seemed less aware of how to play like that was myself. "I need to say that it doesn't matter where you are. We'll be there. Everyone in this city respects us. Everyone knows that the Brotherhood rewards its allies and torments its enemies. Even if y
The little boy translated, and at this point one of the young people on the couch became more rigid, as if the mention of the police aroused some peculiar kind of interest among them. Perhaps the word in its translation was something that demonstrated authority, and not a specific position. And that they could be understanding that people of a very special and powerful nature could have taken me to their country. The chance for them to think that I could be something worse than the Brotherhood was very great. I took a deep breath to avoid stuttering when I needed to talk again. The little boy finished translating and was silent. It was the lady closest to the arm of the couch who said a few words to him."They want to know what our people need," said the little boy, so he interrupted, because his grandmother kept talking and pointing to the space on the roof. Would they really be so bothered just because I fell? I wonder if they didn't understand that for that, I would have to have a