Ethan:
No he’s still alive. He’s in Brazil. I’ll get him on board. He’ll get the job done if I make the right promises.
I balled my fist and roared. I’d been fucking played. I’d been played.
Played by someone I fucking trusted.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!
Ethan… why?
This was on me for putting my trust in him. Me who made it my duty to trust no one.
Wes touched my elbow. His face a mixture of fury. He’d been played too.
But… wait…
This was…
I ran a hand through my hair and looked back to the message on the screen from Balthazar.
I thought we killed him.
He saidwe…
Oh God…
I backed away and stumbled against the chair behind me. This wasn’t just a now thing, this game started years ago.
Ethan was responsible for everything. It was him… all of it.
The trap. The fucking trap in Nepal.
Claire… her death... it was him.
God… why didn’t I see this? When Paul got captured protocol was to leave him. But it was a trap from then. We were a team, Ethan was our leader. He gave us the mission to go after Balthazar. Then it changed?
It was him. All along it was him.
He made the right promises for sure. My reward for getting the prints was five hundred grand and more importantly, a team assembled to help me find Balthazar.
But Ethan knew where to find him all along. As Giovanni said the person who’d contacted Balthazar would have just called him up for a chat.
This… This shit was exactly that.
Ethan and Balthazar…
Ethan and Balthazar working together…
“You okay pal?” Dorian asked, Wes knew not to ask me that.
I wanted to kill something, or someone, but on account of the help Dorian gave I thought I’d remember my manners and answer.
“No I’m not.”
Wes suddenly tensed and snapped a worried gaze to me. “Xander, I just had a really bad thought. You know we were talking about how people would do things if they got desperate?”
“Yes.” What the fuck now?
