Lady Sherlock: The First Unofficial Case
108: Two Wraiths of Cuban Origin
#NOTE: EVERYTHING TYPED HERE IS FICTION. PLEASE READERS DO NOT MISUNDERSTAND ALL THE THINGS WRITTEN BY THE AUTHOR!
"Where are we really going?" ask Haz impatiently. He was bewildered by the Whisk that circled the streets of the state capital and stopped by the side of the road. Then, drive the car back without direction, without purpose.
"Find someone" replied the Whisk.
The answer from the Whisk made Haz can only snort and sigh deeply.
"You have to be patient, Hazelia," said Fabel.
It is true, if you look at Haz and Qerza the same. Equally impatient. As for Fabel and Ziesya, they are very patient individuals. Even in all situations.
"You're right, I need to be patient. But, I don't know when we're gonna have to go around in circles like this." Haz replied to Fabel.
"Whisky Woods goes round and round with intent and purpose. The pattern has not changed at all. He does look confused. But it's actually trying to get someone's attention" Fabel said.
Haz did not answer Fabel's statement. However, his sitting was calmer than before.
Sure enough, as the Whisk drove by and stopped for the umpteenth time, a man approached the car they were riding in and knocked on the driver's window. Whisk opened a quarter of his glass.
"Code password. Please answer the following question. If code nine has answer eight. Code three has answer four. And, code ten has answer seven. What about code twenty-one?" ask someone in English with a strong Caribbean accent.
"Fourteen." It was not the Whisk that answered, it was Haz.
"Why fourteen?" ask Whisk whispering. "Isn't the answer twelve?"
"Think, Whisky Woods. Spaces are always calculated. When the number twenty-one (21) is written into letters (twenty-one), the space is counted as two." Haz explained.
"true." The man nodded wisely. "It turns out Miss Hazelia Lify, isn't she, Miss Resplendent Nephila is smarter than I thought."
"Master was too complimentary. Come inside. Didn't you want to say something?" ask Haz.
Remarkably, Resplendent Nephila, the man's inner self, marveled at Haz's speed of thought. He can definitely solve the puzzle I'm going to give you next.
"What other strange question will you give us?" ask Haz. It was like guessing the man's mind.
"Call me Wraith," said the man code-named Wraith.
"Wraith? A ghost? The rage?" ask Haz while smiling awkwardly. "Good name code. It's no wonder Mr. Wraith gave us a riddle. That's for selection, isn't it?"
"Miss knows too much. Did you get any information about me?"
"Yet. But, in the vastness of this world, I only know the Wraith code name used by some people. More precisely six people. Two mercenaries: One British and one Cuban; three doctors: One Argentine, one Cuban, one mercenary, and one Chinese. The Cuban also doubles as a laboratory expert; the latter is an Italian detective."
"Then who am I?" ask Wraith.
"Mr Wraith this one ...," said Haz hesitantly as he turned his head fixedly towards Wraith. A second later, he nodded his head and replied, "Master is the Cuban Wraith of the Mercenary Army."
"The news that Miss Nephila Resplendent is a fortune teller is absolutely evident" murmured Wraith.
"I'm not a fortune teller, sir. I'm just someone who plays psychological tricks on someone to know something." Haz confirmed his sitting position and smiled.
"I don't understand one thing" Haz continued after feeling comfortable in his seat. "Why did he come is sir? Not that who comes should be 'friend'―doctor―You?"
"Smart," praised Wraith.
Haz brushed off the compliments like swiping off a fly. He has heard praise all his life. Of course, he knows which compliments are really intended for him or which goals are just a joke.
"Actually, we came together. But, he's hard for me to tell. Now he's either taking a walk somewhere." Wraith answered Haz's question.
"It's okay, it looks like I can find him."
