The Hunt

Morning brought new challenges for everyone. The hunt for the person whom made the order against Charlotte took first priority.

Old Mr. Morningstar may have shared the information with Bull regarding the details he had been able to secure on the identity of the culprit, however this no way planted a seed of trust with Bull and the team.

The team would perform their own investigation with the intention of finding the head of the snake before the Morningstar Clan would be able to. The team would punish this person themselves. No faith could be given that Old Mr. Morningstar would take out one of his own over this and that would be completely unacceptable.

The chores as to what needed to be done began to be given.

Axel is to pull all background, registrations, family information, as well as any camera footage that could be found through the CCTV System. Hacking into all would be child's play for Axel. Placing his headphones on, he sat at the computer desk that had been set up in the study. The desk covered with unopened energy drinks to keep him going. Pulling his hood up over his headphones, the focus given was intense.

Bull then turned to Grayson and Seth advising them to reach out to their contacts throughout the military and security forces to gather any and all information to be found as the Morningstar Clan is well known in the circle. The odds of interaction between others in the field and this person would be certain to have happened.

Alan stood awaiting his turn.

"I think we are missing a crucial part of the training for the kid. If you could secure an area at the back of the house and have it set up, the kid needs to be shown how to sharp shoot. Who knows if this will come up, but him being in charge of her and not being fully trained is a weakness.....bottom line.," Bull stated with regret in his voice.

Smiling at Bull, Alan walked forward and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Not an issue. He is a quick learner. I will get this set up immediately and all will be complete.", Alan said reassuring. "You have a lot on your shoulders. Don't hold the weight on your own.", he said finding Bull's eyes and looking at him with seriousness.

Nodding his head, Bull smiled at Alan relaxing his shoulders, "I know........sometimes I forget."

Alan patted his shoulder before walking away to arrange the needed training.

Nate and Charlotte headed down the stairs to find Bull and obtain instructions as to what the day held for them. Bull advised of what the plans were for everyone so that they could be all on the same page.

Giving Bull a big hug Charlotte looked up at him, "Thank you for everything you are doing. Be sure to share your burden with all of us. We are family and we love you." After stating that, she stood on her toes and kissed him on the cheek before heading to the dining room to have breakfast before the training would begin.

Across town in an apartment in the center of the city, stood a despicable man. His days numbered, whether he realized it or not. Pouring the scotch into the glass he downed two knuckles worth. Refilling his cup he plopped down onto the leather couch to wait for his subordinate to arrive with supplies. This man was not an intelligent man. Allowing his hate filled heart to lead him through all of the decisions in his life had led him to being the head of his small pack however left him without anyone loving him including friends.

Having no compassion nor goodness within, the evil venom of his soul could be easily recognized by any and all whom encountered him.

Already aware of the planner being taken out, the confirmation that his identity had been discovered never came. "That Bitch had better not have said a word!", he spit out to the void of the empty apartment.

Downing another glass he slammed the glass onto the table beside him just as the door opened and his subordinate stepped in, bags in hand.

Snapping his head to look at the new arrival, "Took your ass long enough! What do I even pay you for?!!", the hateful man spat at the subordinate.

Flinching after being caught off guard the subordinate bowed, "I apologize, sir. I will put the things away immediately."

The subordinate wearing a neat dark blue suit with a white shirt and matching blue tie appeared to be much smaller of a man that the rest of the group. Thin in build with a timid aura. His face kind, his hands delicate.

Quickly rushing into the kitchen the bags began being unpacked. Moving around the apartment putting all of the items away, the subordinate made his way into the livingroom with the last item that needed to be put away. As he placed the unopened bottle of scotch onto the tray, he turned just in time to be hit in the face with the empty glass that the hateful man had thrown

As the blood began to flow down his face from his eyebrow blurring his vision, the hateful man cocked his head to the side smiling with satisfaction.

"May I be of further service, sir?", the subordinate asked as he bowed to the hateful man.

"Fuck no! Get out before you get blood on the floor.", the hateful man growled.

The subordinate stood immediately making his way to the exit and closing the door behind him.

The guards outside the door reached for the subordinate with concern when they found his face bloody. "Are you okay? What happened?", they both asked together.

"I took too long coming back with the supplies.", the little subordinate said quietly.

Clinching their jaws they both popped their necks as they held the anger.

Touching the earpeice the taller of the two guards called another to come and take the subordinate to the hospital for stitches.

"It will all be okay. Go with him and he will get you all taken care of.", the shorter of the two guards stated as he held onto the shoulder of the little subordinate.

"If you get called in. We will take the heat for you. Don't worry.", the taller guard said as he brushed the hair out of the face of the subordinate while the compassion in his eyes found the hurt on the face of the little subordinate.

*Sniffle* "Thanks guys.", the little one said in a whisper as he made his way to the elevator.

Once the hallway became empty leaving only the two guards, the taller guard gritted his teeth as he spoke through them, "That piece of shit hurt him again. What the fuck!"

The smaller of the two guards closed his fists, "Who picks on someone defenseless?!"

"I fucking hate him!", the taller said with conviction.

Feeling unsure how he would do it, he knew he would never let that piece of shit hurt the little one again. Today was the last time! Fuck this!