6 Screwed

The crisp air of the night hit him in the face the second he stepped out of the house. Falcon was surprised by the time, the witching hour had passed by not so smoothly, changing his life forever. The number of people who had seen his face were more than the ones who had seen him in the last five years and he felt oddly threatened by each and every one of them.

The grounds were lit with the light from the tall poles, the activity fervent like it was day time. It was a while before he realized the men were preparing for something. The rush of activity was insane, waiters setting up tables and adorning them with pristine clothes. More men were setting up a large pavilion. Somebody flicked a switch somewhere and the grass lit up with fairy lights, twinkling up at him, and Falcon dimly remembered the reason. The Yarrow family had been in the newspapers a lot lately, due to the recent tragedy that had occurred in their house, but also because Cyan's sister was getting married.

Fuck. He was screwed. Functions meant people, and people meant danger. If he was by Cyan's side in the entirety of it, he would no doubt be captured by the cameras.

The dewy air suggested morning was near, it would be light in a few hours and Falcon would be exposed to the world. He had to move and he had to move fast. Why did Cyan have to wake up at that exact moment? Had the bastard been awake the whole time? And where was he now?

A sharp beeping sound pulled him out of his musings. He glanced at his wrist, the small device which looked like a watch had lit up briefly before displaying the time again. His stomach churned. He was supposed to complete the assignment by now and 453 was probably checking up on him. He felt a prejudice against him, it was because of his unknown client that he was in this situation, having to stay by the artist for who knew how long.

He held the start button for a few seconds before verifying his thumb print and the message showed up. Seven curt words, straight and brief, demanded his immediate response.

*Report. Is the package in your possession?*