36. Work

Sierra drove Silas away from the prison. They soon got to the city, and she decided to take the woods.

"Smart," Silas complimented her, and she smiled.

They would have run into a police checkpoint if they had gone by the main road, and Silas was about to tell her himself.

After riding for over an hour, they arrived at the edge of the ocean, and Silas raised a brow.

He saw an abandoned boat on the land close to the water and looked around.

The place was close to the forest, and the clear path they passed through was very dark.

"Is this your house?" Silas asked as he got off the bike.

"Umm... No. I actually found this place when I first came over to Nigeria," Sierra said as she got off the bike and walked towards the boat.

Silas nodded and stood there, looking at her as she went into the boat.

Sierra looked back as she saw Silas standing there, and she smiled.

"Why are you just standing there? Come on!" Sierra said to him, and Silas' brows raised as he got curious.

"You're going to let me stay?" he asked her, and she nodded towards him, creasing her brows.

"Do you have somewhere to stay?" she asked him, and he shook his head before going with her into the boat.

They climbed on and went into the boat, closing the door. The inside was dark, and Silas found a soft couch and sat down.

Sierra, who knew the place, used her hand to locate the room.

Silas sat there quietly in the darkness, and then Sierra came out with a torch and sat on another couch, putting the torch on a table.

She removed her prison uniform shirt and then relaxed on the chair, not even dusting it first. Her body was visibly dirty and not well taken care of, but her blue eyes still sparkled.

She sat there and looked at him, and Silas also stared at her with a nonchalant expression.

"Is something wrong?" Sierra asked.

"You were staring at me first."

Silas' reply caught her off guard, and then she scratched the back of her head.

"I just never thought I would actually meet you in real life. Normal people won't know how difficult it is to achieve what you have, but I do..."

Silas kept quiet as he listened to her. For some reason, he found her quite amusing. Or perhaps, it was the fact that he wasn't alone right now.

Silas noticed that she constantly adjusted her singlet, and he chuckled slightly as words escaped his mouth.

"They're small."

"Eh?" Sierra was caught off guard by his sudden statement, and then Silas noticed her confused expression.

"Your breasts," Silas said, and then Sierra smiled bitterly and relaxed her back on the couch.

"So what are you going to do now?" Sierra spoke up after a while.

She couldn't lie; her pride was hurt a bit, but she only smiled.

"Work," Silas said to her, and she raised her brows and looked at him.

"You mean, like, work hard to hide?" she asked, and he shook his head.

"I have a job. I didn't even state any reason for leave. I just hope I won't get fired," Silas let out a breath, and Sierra couldn't help but look at him in shock.

"You're being chased by a dangerous gang with more than a hundred trained ninjas, and you just want to go to work?"

Silas looked up to see Sierra smiling at him, and he nodded to her.

"Hahaha... To think you won't be scared," Sierra laughed her ass off, and Silas only looked at her laughing.

"Scared, huh?" Silas mumbled, and he looked at the ground.

Sierra soon stopped laughing, and she leaned forward and rested her elbows on her lap.

"I would normally go into hiding, but it would be hard for them to track me in my work area. At least let me check in for one day this week, and I'll go back into hiding," Silas said, and the woman, who kept smiling at him, spoke up.

"What's so special about this work? You make millions of dollars?"

Hearing her question, Silas only laughed and then shook his head.

"It's just that, a job. A normal civilian job. I have done a lot of things this year after I got freed from assassination, and work is one of my favorite things to do.

"You walk along with people normally, you drink coffee, I get to watch my colleagues fight each other. And I get a decent pay every month. I just... love a normal life."

Sierra couldn't help but look at Silas in pity. She had heard his story, not even getting a complete education and being kept isolated from the rest of the world.

More than 8 years!

Now he was free and he was enjoying life like a normal person again.

"Do you mind if I stick with you for a while?" Sierra asked.

"Um, why?" Silas asked her with a raised brow and then paused as she thought of an answer.

"Well, I have nowhere to go but to hide. Also, it should be nice. One of the reasons I kept pushing forward while I was an assassin was because of the countless dangers that you escaped.

I have no family to look for, and it'll be fun to spend my last days with you," she explained to him, her eyes dull.

"Hm," Silas nodded and rested his head on the couch.

'I guess she's like me,' Silas thought with a smile, and he proceeded to just stare at the wooden ceiling.

...

Sierra stood in front of a huge orphanage, flames roaring as they tried to consume the house.

She ran in, finding a few children stuck under debris and helping them.

She picked up two children, and she directed them all to run out of the building.

"RUN!! QUICKLY!!"

She was in a state of panic. She heard a chopper above the building, and she sprinted out of the house, pulling out a pistol from her waist.

As she looked up, she saw a ball falling towards the roof of the building. An explosion took place, sending her flying backwards.

'No.' She struggled to stand and looked at the building that was reduced to rubble.

The bodies of many children and adults were scattered around the place, and she was devastated.

Tears dropped from her eyes as she looked at the chopper to see men descending using ropes.

...

Sierra's eyes suddenly jerked open, and her breathing was heavy. The first thing she saw was a pair of purple eyes staring at her from above.

She sat up and held her chest, feeling her heart race.

Silas could feel it from her body and her face. She had a really bad dream this morning.

She looked back at him and cleared her throat.

"What?" she asked him.

'Damn, was it that bad?' Silas thought as he saw that she looked emotionless at this moment.

"I'm already leaving," Silas said to her, and she stood up and walked into the room of the boat.

"I'll be with you soon."

Her tone was low and weak, without energy. Compared to the days in prison or the day before, she was more... timid.

Silas sighed as he went out of the boat and looked at the sky with a tranquil gaze.

"I guess everybody now has a story... that they're not willing to share."