Target(H2OVanoss)

Part 99 - Coincidence? I think not.

Hey! Oh yes, I mean even you! Uuuuuh, I feel so excited. We're one chapter closer to part 100, that's insane! Enjoy ^.^
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(Nogla POV)
I sat down into my office, feeling so tired from everything. People around me having secrets, being corrupted. I was used only to Lui's secret, but more time I spent trying to solve Evan's or Mark's mystery, the more I had a feeling I completely understood how Lui was feeling. Completely confused and lost.

"David?"

I heard Mike's voice behind me, and I turned myself on the chair to face him. I sensed the sadness from him, we all were sad. Greg wasn't acting like himself recently, but he was our boss, our close friend.

"What?" I replied silently.

"Brad is here," he informed me, and I sighed.

Another shite head trying to understand our life here.

Brad Malcom was that guy on higher places. That guy who walked into the room like he owns the place, giving orders and disrespect others. And why? Because he could. He poked me once for being an Irish but Lui stood up for me. From that day Brad hadn't said anything against me, not a single bad word.

"Do I have to go?" I replied annoyed.

"He wants everybody in the room. He wants to tell us something important."

I got up from my chair, following Mike to the audience room. Once I walked in, I saw almost every single person I knew. Even the guys from the lowest floor. I sat down next to Mike.

This better be good to take my precious time. Maybe he wants to say his sorry for Greg.

Within few seconds I sensed motion next to me. I looked to my right and saw Gustavo. He looked tired, devastated. But who wasn't? Greg was part of our family.

"I'm trying to find even a little thing, but unsuccessfully. That guy took out the bullet, he's professional. There are no footprints, no fingerprints, nothing! I don't even know what bullet it was. Guessing from the body position and the place the bullet hit the body..." he started to talk.

It was so weird listening his words like it was a normal case. This is Greg we were talking about, and I already felt bad.

"He was hit by the sniper rifle. I'm really trying to find anything, David, but you guys didn't give me much."

"I know," I replied, when I spotted Brad on the stage.

He walked towards the microphone and cough to get some attention. He didn't have to do that. Our mood wasn't cheerful, nor were we talking loudly.

"Good morning," he started.

"I know, I know, it's a big loss. Greg was one of the greatest people here. He was smart, tough, and he was constantly harassing me to raise your salary. Blah, blah, blah. But he's dead. Your job is to find that fucker who did it, and to complete this task you need new leader."

What? So quickly? Greg hasn't had even a funeral.

"That's some bullshit right here. They should have helped us find that killer, not looking for Greg's replacement," Mike whispered to us.

"They think new leader is going to solve it on its own apparently. If it's Brad, I'm quitting this job," Gustavo replied, and I just smiled.

"Please welcome your new leader, Mark Fischbach."