Finding A Ghost (Completed)

Chapter 11

It's Friday!! Yay, an update. Enjoy. I'm a little iffy about this chapter but this ended up happening as I wrote it. Not what I wanted, but it is what North wanted apparently.

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**| Silas's POV |**

As we pulled into the park, I glanced at North once again. His eyes were hard and his hands gripped the steering wheel, turning his knuckles white. I shook my head. I had hoped that opening up and making this our next mission would help North relax just a little bit, but he's gotten worse.

I could practically see the fear in the way his body was always stiff, prepared for a blow to hit him.

North turned the car off and we sat there in silence, listening to the ticking of the car as it settled down.

"How far do we go?" I asked, keeping my voice soft.

"As far as we fucking need to," North growled and then climbed out of the car, slamming the door shut behind him. I winced at the noise and watched as his eyes narrowed, looking at each person. I got out more slowly, hoping it'll give him some time to calm down.

Not happening. When I came to stand next to him, he didn't even look at me. He shoved his hands into his jean pockets and stormed towards the entrance.

People were smart and avoided us. They would spot us, or well North's angry and hulking form, and decide to go down a different path, away from us. It was for the best. Anything could set North off at this point and I wanted him to save it for the the men we were going to talk to. As soon as we found them.

It didn't take us long and we only found one man, making our job easier. The man was a couple inches shorter than us, giving us the higher ground. And I'm pretty sure there's a joke in the making there.

He stood by a bench, looking out towards the lake. His dark clothing were a little worn down and hugged his lean frame. He looked like he worked out but he didn't have the same muscle mass as we did. We bulged with it, a beautiful display of strength.

He looked like he would be good at running away.

Tattoos decorated his arms and neck and we recognized him for what he was—a thug. A mission a few months back gave us the experience to recognize them. It was in the way they stood, in the confidence in their shoulders, in the smug looks in their expression. They thought they were badasses for being a part of a united group, it gave them confidence they never had before then.

This man screamed that. He might as well have gang member tattooed on his forehead to go along with all the other tattoos on his body. I quickly looked him over, looking for signs of a weapon but didn't find any.

The guy spotted us when we were still a few feet away and froze, confusion making him indecisive. I recognized that look and smirked, flashing my teeth. He knew we weren't cops but he also didn't know why we were walking over to him looking like we wanted to pull his limbs off. He tried to decide if he needed to be brave and hold his ground or to scurry away.

And we never got a chance to determine what his choice was because as soon as we were in reaching distance, North grabbed his arm, barely even pausing in his stride.

"Let's talk," North said, yanking him and tugging him into a cluster of trees nearby, out of sight from everyone. This was going to be a show people would not want to see.

I kept my body relaxed as I followed along, letting North have control of this. He needed this control right now. I was just support, an extra body.

When North reached a spot he was happy with, he shoved the man into a large tree. The man winced as his back hit the trunk.

"Now, will you answer my questions or do I have to get mean?" North asked the man.