Trustworthy or not?

                                    

                                          
"Where are we going?" I asked as I see that it's been already been an hour since we have been driving from Oxwich Bay and still not reached a destination. "Have patience. We are already on our bikes, do want an accident?" I rolled my eyes internally. Who is going to see my eyes from my helmet? If I knew the way, I would be there much faster than I am right now.
After almost 15 mins we parked at a pavement of a...private property? Yes. "What is this?" I asked him as I noticed him texting someone on his phone. He raised his head at my question and answered. "It's the unofficial head site of our company. I assume you already know what company I am talking about?" I nodded my head in reply to his query and followed him to what seems like an endless path of concrete. 
We came in front of a very, very old gateway inside to the building. The doors were badly rusted and the whole appearance of this side of the building screams abandonment. The complete opposite of the front, I must say. "Don't judge that severely. It's not what you think." My eyes snapped to Aiden as he typed something on the broken glass of the tabloid on the side of the broken, already dented and corroded Lift.
And surprisingly, it opened. We entered inside and the door closed with a rattling sound but smoothly though. "It's been constructed to look like that. It's a secret passage way. But don't make it wear down by glaring at it like that." 
"Why does it looks like I am glaring at it?"
"Beacause you are."
"I am because I don't understand why we are not using the front entrance. Secondly, don't you think it's little too early for you to share this given secret passage way with me?" I asked him honestly. Atleast I wouldn't share a secret passage way with someone like myself.
"The people working here will give you unnecessary attention and this passageway is going to be handful for you in the future. Just don't share it with Jason or Dominic." Why is he answering in the most unbothered way? Like I am the most trustworthy person present in the world? Seriously, his guard is so down that even hell would have to restretch it's boundary. 
The lift halted, at an opening on top of us. A ladder emerged out of one it's side. "Use this." What else is there to use? I climbed the ladder and took my head out of the opening. I noticed the top looked like a bottom of a desk and the surroundings that of an office. As I fully came out, Aiden followed behind and soon we were in front of Ruby Coleman. 
Wow! What a statement.
Her expressions looked solemn and on the contrary, she was somehow more alert than her brother. "Good evening. I assume you have agreed to find your clone in return of that gun?" I didn't expect her voice to have such control. It's just that the first time it seemed so close to what we call soft nowadays. 
"Yes. I have."
"Brother, they are in the conference room. I have told them everything. We can go there now." She sort of informed and in return got a nod. "We will proceed then?" No don't ask me. I am bad at confrontation. "Yes." That's what I said.
We passed along two long hallways which were designed with metallic coverings and glasses. A neon blue colored line passed along it's 1cm gaps.
The door of the conference room was rather a bit more majestic. With another tabloid attached to it's sides, it was more or less an invisible opaque glass which became visible then brightened and opened when the passcode is entered.
There, both Jason and Dominc were standing looking at some papers and a black screen was in front of them which by the way, glowed with the pictures of the glimsons.
Oh! I know what's cooking here.
Aiden went inside leaving me and Ruby to ourselves. "So you're....really Frost?" She asked. No! Frost is dead! "Yes. I was agent Frost." I answered emphasizing was. Her face scrunched up in confusion and she was about to question when the door again started to brighten up.
This time it was our time to enter. As soon as I entered, I found Ruby beside her brothers side while I was left alone on one side. I stared at them. They started at me. Is this a game?
"So you killed them? May I know why?" The person whom I believe to be Dominc asked. "I have no interest in showing myself off. In simple words, I did not kill the glimsons." I answered truthfully. "So you think anyone other than you is capable of this cruelty?"
I may or may not have internally cringed at that accusation. Now, how to prove my innocence to this question? "It's not upto me to make you believe me. It's your choice. But I will say this that I take pride in my work. And there is absolutely no reason for me to hide it." Again I replied nonchalantly. I was right. It's not my decision to tell someone to believe me. It's their mind, their choice. I don't get to say a word in it doesn't matter how much close that person is to me.
"Then who do you think is involved? Have you heard the explosive 343-Ch11 before?" Ruby asked sternly which made me wonder why this attitude. I mean why am I tolerating this interview session? 
"Firstly, if you have analyzed my work like you claim to, then you know that I have not been active for 2 years. That's  a lot to catch up. So I don't know which new enemy your client has made in these years other than me.
Secondly, 343-Ch11? That's the name you pronounced? Well, I certainly have not heard about any bomb or explosive like that." 
This time my guts clenched tightly as soon as I pronounced that explosive's name. It somewhat sounded familiar to me. 343-Ch11, 343-Ch11, 343- I remembered! Yes, that's why it sounded familiar. I saw that Ruby was again going to say something but I cut her off quickly.
"But I do know that Ch11 is an area code or something like that in many American cartels. Specially around the area of western Brazil and Ecuador. Maybe Peru too." I answered thickly deeply about this code.
I looked up saw that one unified emotion that crossed across the 3 sibling's faces. Suspicion. Only Aiden is the one that looks through the pictures scattered around the table and looks up just in time to make eye contact with me. He blinks at me and than his siblings. What is he thinking? Then he narrows his eyes towards the screen and then again looks normally at me.
"Are you telling the truth, Frost? Because last time we checked there, the Government has banned the coding method due to Cartel problems arising mainly to the industrialists."
Wow! What a depth of suspicion towards me?
Looks like they're thoroughly prepared.
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