I spent the past week holed up in my underground research room, I call it my underground room but it is just an area in my basement that has been separated from other parts of the house, trying to get new leads as to why the headquarters was bombed that night and also the mysterious and very suspicious appearance of Caelum at the crime scene just minutes before it was bombed. I'm making very little progress getting leads on the reason for Caelum's appearance at the crime scene and it's rather frustrating to say the least.
"Ughhhhhh…" I have never been this frustrated in my line of duty as I am right now. It feels like with every new search word I use, I keep
hitting a brick wall. Legal and illegal research seems to be yielding no new results except for what is already public knowledge. I even try searching on fhe dark web but it is just as futile. I must give it to him though, this man seems
to be very talented at keeping such an outwardly clean record like this, but I know better than anyone just the extent of his depravity. Mirv, through her adept research skills has been able to uncover records of the Caelum's involvement with the Organization, even as far as the retinue of their "services" he has employed. I feel sick in my stomach when I remember all the sick and disgusting things I was put through while under that system and just the thought of there being girls out there who are just as helpless as I was back then makes my blood boil on a different level. To take my mind off the darkness that is starting to creep in when I remember why I am as invested in this case as I am, I decide to switch gears and look into the bombing instead. I also make a mental note to see if Mirv would have better luck with Caelum than I have had.
"Now, would you just look at that. It's rather…intriguing… fascinating…" I can't seem to exactly put my feelings into words at this moment. I look at the words on my screen again and I can't help but chuckle. What the hell do you mean that the reason why the headquarters was bombed was simply because the Boss, as he is called by those who work for the Organization and his associates were starting to get paranoid that there might be a mole among them and they needed to burn their tracks so nothing would be traced back to them.
I mean, the presence of a mole just makes this game even more appealing to me.
"If only I could find a way to gain access to the mole, they could be of good use to me", I mused to myself. The only problem is the fact
that I don't even know who the mole is let alone how to communicate with them. I guess I'm going to keep myself occupied with this for a few more days. I'm about to start a new search on my work computer when my phone screen lights up. I pick it off my desk wondering who was trying to contact me at this hour. I
glance at my time displayed at the top of my screen and decide it's not that late after all.
"Don't forget the report you need to turn in tomorrow. You know Simon hates delays more than anything". I had totally forgotten that this
was the last day of the weekend and I have a shift to begin tomorrow being Monday. I let out a loud groan, I hate Mondays so freaking much, but I presume it is a universal thing.
"Thanks Elias, I'm about completing the report, it would be in tomorrow unfailingly". Now, that's a lie, but he doesn't need to know that I completely forgot about the existence of the report and would have to pull an all nighter to get it to a reasonable state for submission tomorrow. Good thing I'm used to pulling late nights.
It's almost 4:00am by the time I wrap up my report. The report was not really a lot of work to put together but I needed to consult the ledgers of the previous weeks to make sure all the figures are aligned without issues and there's also no mistake in the closing account of the previous week. That's my most dreaded part of my weekly report writing. I glance at the table clock I always keep close whenever I'm working. I have less than 5 hours before clock
in time which means I have a little over 3 hours to get some sleep.
As much as I would genuinely love to get quality sleep time, I know it's near impossible for me. I may be in therapy but I have discovered that it does not automatically stop the nightmares that plague my every sleeping
and waking hours. Nightmares that feel so real to the point where I wake up drenched in sweat. Sometimes they're so bad, I wake up screaming into the dark. Somewhere in the back of my head, I realize that I'm no longer back in that dreary hole and cycle of constant abuse at the hands of those barbarians who
not only use our bodies to satisfy their selfish needs, but also find a way to break our souls beyond repair. Somehow though, in the world of dreams, when I'm most vulnerable, those memories find a way back to my subconscious like the lid of the box where I consciously keep them stashed away during the day has somehow been blown off. The scariest part is not the memories that haunt me in my waking hours but rather the fact that I have no control over what it is I see in my dreams.
"At least, I have gotten the report out of the way", I sigh softly. I totally cannot afford Simon haunting me in my dreams.