This place again? As usual.
William could only focus on observing what was happening around him. He had already called Zenne because he still had something important to do.
Where was that again?
Bored from waiting for his companion, his thoughts began to wander.
Suddenly, the door opened. There was no voice—only footsteps approaching.
He turned around and saw Zenne.
William sighed, busy scrolling through his phone. Then, without a word, he tapped Zenne lightly.
"Old habits," he muttered and walked past. He still had something else to do. Just one task.
He knew Charles couldn't move much either, especially now that Giovane was present.
First, he needed to take care of Jake's assigned mission—otherwise, he would have to fetch Chesca wherever she was.
His other companions were preoccupied, and he noticed that even more women were being abducted.
In the organization, William wasn't involved in the abduction of missing women. Others had their specific roles.
Sometimes, William was assigned to "clean up" the lab's living toys—handling messes, disposing of bodies after experiments.
He deliberately dumped the corpses in nearby towns to ensure they were easily discovered. Sometimes, he even left identification cards with them to assist in identifying the missing.
There, he gave them a proper burial. Or at least, as proper as it could be—despite the missing internal organs or the advanced stages of decomposition.
"Are you throwing that away?" his colleague asked, glancing up from a black tarp.
William simply nodded.
"Alright, I'm leaving," he said.
"I'll help you," another offered.
"You can't," William replied. "Charles has something for you to do, remember?"
"Yeah, fine. You take care of it," the man said with a shrug.
William carried the black tarp to the back of his multicab. The evening was creeping in, and he needed to move quickly. Chesca was already where Charles was hiding her.
Charles couldn't leave either—he had a visitor. William also had another reason to be there: to watch over movements discreetly.
He started the engine. Within seconds, he was driving along the hushed, empty road.
He glanced at his side mirror. He had already gotten far from the warehouse and any prying eyes.
He looked once more at the tarp in the back and let out a soft sigh.
"You can come out now. You're safe here."
The tarp rustled. The cover opened, and a woman cautiously stepped out, looking around nervously.
"Don't worry. You're safe," William reassured her.
Her eyes remained wide with fear, her body clearly still on defense. He had rescued her just last night.
"W-Where are you taking me?" she asked in a trembling voice.
He stopped the vehicle in front of a small hut.
"Get out," he ordered calmly.
She hesitated, her fear of him still evident. He looked at her gently.
"Save yourself. This is the only way I can help you. I can't bring you back to your family," he said.
"Why are you doing this?" she asked, bewildered.
He exhaled deeply, tired of the flood of questions. He pointed toward the hut.
"Ask for help there. They will take care of you," he said.
The woman finally stepped out.
"Just tell the owner of the hut that Delta sent you."
With those words, William drove away. He watched through the mirror as the woman cautiously made her way to the hut.
He had saved several girls like her.
Whenever he was assigned to this place, he would secretly rescue some and speak gently to them so they wouldn't be afraid.
That hut was just the entryway. It led to a tunnel that connected to a hidden shelter—where his fellow rescuers from the organization hid women they saved.
One day, when the truth would come out, these women would serve as witnesses in court. For now, he was just doing what little he could.
This is the least I can do for them, he thought to himself.
He checked his surroundings. No one was watching. Time for the next task.
He drove along another road and soon reached a hut. Inside, a white car waited in the garage. He used that vehicle to head toward Charles and Chesca.
He left the multicab hidden and drove off in the white car.
Soon, he arrived at a large, rusted gate—old and weathered with time. This was Charles' hideout. Far away from the Fuego warehouse, it was a place meant to keep Chesca safe.
The gate opened automatically, having scanned and verified his identity. Charles was cautious like that. The property appeared small from outside, but inside, it was spacious and hidden.
William entered the mansion. He found Charles inside, staring blankly into space, while Chesca sat silently.
Chesca looked up, surprised by William's arrival.
He heard Charles sigh and say nothing at first.
"Take her home," Charles finally spoke, then turned to grab his things. "I need to prepare."
"Come on, Chesca," William said.
Chesca didn't move, still observing her surroundings, unsure whether it was safe to leave.
"Jake will kill me if anything happens to you. I'll take you to the safehouse," William added.
"Is that near the Fuego warehouse?" she asked.
"Yeah," he replied shortly. Felix had already told him that Thalia and Chesca's paths would soon cross.
Chesca stood and followed him. Charles continued dressing in silence.
"Charles, you need to be there," William said before leaving.
Charles gave a simple nod.
As for William, he still had to take Chesca to safety.
He had no right to complain. Whatever happened next—whatever destiny had in store—was now in her hands.