Discoveries

Mid way into the movie, Priscilla recalled that she hadn't informed Donald that she'd not return to the condo that night. She excused herself and went to the corner to make a call.

Judging from the long silence on the other end, she could tell that Donald was slightly pissed off at her. He took a little bit of time to respond. "The same Richard?"

"Yeah," she said. "I'll be back in the morning."

"Have fun then." Donald said before hanging up the call.

Priscilla returned to her seat to continue with the movie. After a while of watching, her eyelids began to feel heavy. It was late.

"You can go to the room and sleep." Richard noticed her yawning often and forcing her eyes to stay open. He felt that maybe she was waiting for him to sleep first.

Priscilla nodded. "Won't you sleep?"

"I sleep late every night."

Priscilla smiled remembering the night he had fallen asleep on the couch. It hadn't been 10 yet he had been dead tired. She didn't bring that up but simply smiled. "You have a blanket? I'll go get one."

"Yes, there're plenty in my room."

"Great, don't take my space."

Richard frowned a bit. Was she planning on sleeping here? He would've asked her but she had already hopped off towards his room to get the blanket. He sighed and turned his attention to the movie that was still playing.

His mind unconsciously returned to The Zeros. He had yet to check out the clue he had gotten which pointed to Boulderview. Things were getting busy lately and he also had to keep training the team in case they were assigned missions.

He just couldn't take a hiatus just to go sniffing around Boulderview in hopes that he'd find the bloody bastards. He subconsciously touched his lower back. An imaginary pain emanated from there. He retracted his hand and sighed.

He closed his eyes a bit and massaged his forehead. It was after another minute that he noticed that Priscilla hadn't returned yet. He stood up and went to check on her to make sure that everything was alright.

He walked sloppily to the bedroom only to find her gawking at his medals. He hung them up on the walls of his room and even pictures of his days in the army camp. There was one of him holding a wooden gun with a dirtied face. That was during the training in the slums when he had been pushed into mud by the other recruits.

Priscilla jumped a bit when she noticed that she had been caught. "I'm sorry…"

Richard walked in with a slight smile on his face. "I thought you had seen those before?"

"I didn't," she shook her head. "The first time I woke up here I was just a bit too scared to look around, the second night I had slept on the couch and the third night I didn't notice at all."

Richard nodded walking to the wall as well. The room was large. He looked at the first medal he had received in the military, the ones he got after his promotion.

"You hang up everything like this?"

He shook his head and traced the outline of a photo on the wall. The edge was rough and spiky but it was nice. "Only those that are fun to look at."

Priscilla continued to look around the room till she arrived at a set of medallions. She looked at it intently and her face paled slightly. Her eyes narrowed and her breathing grew heavier with fast beating heart.

She reached forward and touched the medallion and the cold surface snapped her back to reality. Her body trembled and her lips quivered. She stepped back instinctively and turned sharply. Richard was surprised too and looked at her with a questioning gaze.

"I'm sorry…who owns those?" She asked in a slightly shaking voice.

Richard felt that something was wrong but he still gave her an answer. "It belonged to a friend of mine. He gave them to me."

Priscilla wiped her face and hid the tears that rolled down her cheek. "I have to go!"

"What happened?"

She rushed out of the room and took her bag. Richard was too shocked to react. He rushed after her after a few seconds of shock. "Wait, it's late!"

She still didn't say anything and rushed out the door. Richard returned to his room and took the medallions. The sound of the door slamming had attracted Lily's attention and she came out with a stoic face. "I swear if you tried to force her to sleep with you then I'll…"

"She was looking at this." Richard cut her ramblings. He held the medallion out in his hand with deep eyes. Lily glanced at the medallion with an inquisitive gaze.

"Why would she be triggered by that?" she asked not completely grasping the situation.

Richard looked down at the name engraved on the medallion. It read 'General Marcus Harris.'

"I think…" Richard trailed off and took a deep breath.

….

Clair rummaged through the box to take out bobby's clothing. She didn't exactly know what to do with them but she also couldn't allow them to stay in the box. It made her feel uncomfortable even staying in the same room that he was brutally murdered in.

Her eyes were red and puffy. Maybe she hoped that by staying there the killer would come over and finish her off. She sighed and pulled open the box. She had arranged the other clothes and stacked them up.

So far, the police had no clue as to who was a suspect. There was no strong evidence to implicate Donald. The only thing they had was her word. She threw out the shirts, the pants, the jeans the hooded jackets. One by one she took out the clothes in the box. The clothes were a bit dusty since that particular box had been under the rest. She continued till she pulled out another cloth. It was black with long hands.

It looked like a sort of overalls with blue stripes at the arms. She turned it and saw a large circle with an inverted and overturned 'Z' embedded in it at the chest region. She frowned, 'when did Bobby get this?'

She felt something hard in the box and pulled it out and it was… a gun!

Clair stood there with a stupefied expression. Her mind was telling her millions of things at once. She mumbled, 'what did you get involved in, Bobby?'

That cloth had to be a uniform for a gang or something!