Lina held her breath as she stood very still. Her mind went blank as she tried to focus.
The sharp object pressing into her back felt vaguely familiar. If she moved even a little, she might be injured or mutilated beyond repair.
She didn't know where this instinct came from, but just by focusing on the tip of the weapon that was barely touching her back, she could envision exactly what it was.
The deadly Jagdkommando Tri-Dagger. Long, nasty, twisted blade that could rip your insides apart.
A special forces weapon designed for assassins from D country. Statistics began to download in her brain like a computer. Where did all this information come from?
Somehow she could remember useless information like how D country was renown for their hunting and combat knives trade?
Why couldn't she remember her past though?
But now was not the time to ponder.
She decided to speak very slowly.
"Who are you...what do you want from me?"
The low voice only sneered.
"Walk."
Reluctantly, she began moving in the direction the man was guiding her towards. They edged slowly into a narrow alleyway, away from the crowd.
Lina could have screamed and drawn attention to herself, but the man's grip and his familiarity with her told her she wouldn't get away.
He seemed to know exactly what he was doing.
There was no way out for now, except following him. Maybe she could talk her way out of this!
Once in the alleyway, out of sight, the man slammed her back into the wall, and pressed himself up close to her. The Jagdkommando was now held close to her neck, his eyes looking straight into hers.
She wasn't expecting the face she saw. The man hadn't bothered to disguise himself.
Short hair, piercing eyes and the icy glare took her back to the Moshi mansion, the day she met Dr. Yoshi for her checkup.
She gasped. "Victor Tachibana! What in the world-"
Before she finished her sentence. He laughed cruelly.
"It's funny to hear you call me out by my full name, Lina. You honestly lost your memory, didn't you?"
He looked at her with an odd glint in his eye.
"Who are you, really? If you knew me before the coma, why don't you just be upfront!"
She was getting exhausted trying to jog her memory but she couldn't properly place him.
"How convenient! You get to forget everything whilst I clean up your mess? No, I won't allow it. You won't get away."
— at the Moshi mansion —
Shen kept looking at his watch anxiously. Why wasn't Lina back yet?
He was aware sometimes her meetings would go on for hours at end but he was expecting her back sooner today. She had promised not to over exert herself.
She was still in the process of recovery and he was getting worried.
He quickly dialed Mei's number since Lina had kept her phone off until the B nation affair was dealt with.
Without waiting for a greeting, Shen got to the point.
"Mei, is the meeting over?"
Mei sounded slightly uncomfortable.
"Uh, yes young master, boss did really well today..."
Shen sighed in relief.
"When are you both driving back here?"
There was a pause at the other end.
"Young master, boss already left an hour ago! Actually, she should have long been home by now."
Mei's voice sounded slightly panicky at the end. Boss had been so great at the meeting, she had almost forgotten she was a recovering amnesiac.
She should've made Lina wait, but she had rushed out so quickly and quietly. She should have gone with Lina to the mansion before she went back home herself.
But she had been left behind to clean up the mess after the B nation entourage had left.
Shen, on the other hand, was losing his temper.
"You let her leave alone?"
His voice was scarily low.
"Young master, madam left before I even realized!"
He wanted to punish Mei, but there was no time.
"Pull up your office surveillance, including the parking space and send it to me NOW."
Mei did as she was told. Fear entered her heart as she wondered about the possibilities at where Lina was.
Did she forget the way home? Had she met with an accident?
Mei was hoping with all her heart Lina was okay as she walked over to the security office.
If something happened to boss, it would be her fault. She wouldn't be able to forgive herself.