The Masked Secret Heir

Chapter 6

The afternoon wasn't favorable, as the sun was smiling on the earth. The wild dog took a break in his swimming pool, getting cooled off and relaxing himself. 

It's been a while since he's had fun. It's been like five months now. He missed his old lifestyle but has to keep up with his fake identity just to get his sister back. 

He had a hard time trying to convince his mother, who had called in the morning, to calm down. She heard about the news of him getting beaten up and wouldn't let his ears rest with the questions of who had beaten him up and why he was beaten up. 

His parents don't know about his fake identity, as it would be hard to keep up with it if they were aware of it. He came up with a lie to try to calm her down, and after what seemed like hours, she agreed to his request of not bothering herself about him, but he knew she wasn't convinced. 

Even though she wasn't, staying away from his business for a while will be better for him. 

Camille walked toward the pool. Her heels announced her presence. The assistant head of FSF never ceases to amaze everyone. She sense of dressing was very commendable. 

She was dressed in a white button-down shirt and a knee-length, mixed-color, fitted skirt. suiting her perfectly. Her hair was in waves and fell on her shoulders. Her make-up was lit and fitted her. 

She stopped walking when she got closer to Wild Dog and folded her arms below her breasts. 

She twisted her lips and sighed loudly. "Wild dog, the doctor was specific when he told you to get enough rest so your wounds could heal fast enough." She went on, "Well, a wild dog doesn't follow the rules." 

Wild Dog gave her a thumbs up and nodded, "That is correct." "So, what mission do you have for me?" 

She brought out a file from her bag and opened it. "Well, this is a mission only you can go on." This night, some drugs will be smuggled into the country by a drug dealer named Amado Neo. We have been working on this mission, and we just found out about the drug deal from a dealer in LA. We don't know who that is, and that is why you will come into the picture. The trunk will be stopped, but it won't be handed over to the police immediately. "You will have to find out who this drug dealer is and hand him over to the headquarters; we have a lot of questioning to do." 

Wild Dog came out of the swimming pool, dripping wet, and collected the file from her hands. He went through it and gave it back to her. Consider it done. "I will give you a report tomorrow." 

"I will be expecting it." 

"And I will be leaving for Presley University tomorrow." "I can't stay for more days, missing a single chance of finding out who the culprit is." 

"You know what to do; go ahead." The culprit is still out there. And don't forget, meet the guys at eight by the bridge." 

"Roger that," he replied. Camille nodded and walked away. 

Wild Dog studied the profile of the man who will be sending the drugs and the little information about the man who will be receiving the drugs. His mission. 

He picked up his towel from the floor and went back in. 

...... 

The sky was dark, and the stars spread across it like little diamonds on a big blue board. It was eight o'clock, and the road was busy with cars moving and people going back home, going for a night shift, or just taking a stroll. 

The road, by the side, beneath the bridge, wasn't busy at all, as it was void of any moving cars. A black can was parked by the side, and a man was standing beside it, smoking quietly. Whole four other men were inside the car, waiting patiently for wild dog. They have two hours before their mission. The trunk containing the van will reach the road leading into the city in two hours, and they need to get there before then. They were all ready, but we're waiting for the main agent, who will take care of the rest after they stop the van. 

He is always late, and they weren't surprised at all. Even though the agency gives him a time, he will always make sure to come at his own desired time. 

A black SUV pulled over by the side of the road, and they all came out of the car, knowing who the owner of the car is. 

Surprisingly, he was just a few minutes late. Wild dogs will always be an hour or more late. But this time, for five minutes? They were surprised to see him. 

Wild Dog crossed over to where they were, and they all bowed a bit. Even though the wild dog was younger than most of them, he was more superior and experienced than them. He has been working for the agency since he was sixteen and has gotten into a higher position. Some of them just started working for the agency, while others were just five to three years old when they joined it. 

"The trunk will be arriving at the border soon," one of the agents said. 

Wild Dog nodded and looked at his wristwatch. He has just five hours for this mission, so he can go back to Presley University, where he has a lot of work to do. 

"Let's make this fast." "I have not much time to spend," he said, and he went back to his car. Just as he was about to turn his car on, a white pickup drove towards him. 

The road below the bridge was deserted and blocked by the government because of its damage, so what was a white car doing there? 

The car pulled over in front of him, and the driver walked out.