Nephilim and the Nun novel Chapter 6

Quinn:

My eyes opened slowly, and the first thing that graced my sight was the concrete roof of the cell. At first, my vision was blurry but after blinking a few times, I was able to see properly. I moved my limbs in an attempt to sit up. The numbness that had attacked me had worn off but the bullet in my chest was still stuck there. Involuntarily, I winced from the pain but that didn't stop me from sitting.

"You're awake". The familiar voice filtered into my ears.

For the first time since I'd encountered her, her voice was soft, portraying concern.

I hadn't noticed I wasn't alone till she spoke. Looking at her, she was seated on the same cloth she'd brought the last time, a paper bag beside her.

"Does this always happen?".

Her voice was laced with worry while her eyes strayed to the bullet hole in my chest.

"Why do you care?".

My voice came out hoarse than I'd expected as a result of the dryness of my throat from being out for hours. Seeming to notice it, she offered me a bottle of water from the paper bag. I moved closer to the bars and took it from her, gulping down the contents till it was empty.

"I saw what happened yesterday". She paused, searching my eyes for any form of hostility but seeing none, she continued. "I'd come back to get my phone and I saw Father Elliot shoot you before draining blood from your body into a blood bag".

I stared at her continuously, with an expressionless gaze.

"For how long has he been doing that and what does he need your blood for?".

"Shouldn't you know that, if not then clearly, you're not well equipped for the job you took".

"As much as I'd love to see you die here, I want to know how you got here and why you think I work for the General. Most especially, I also want to know what the priest uses your blood for".

"Gonzalez would be happy to tell you the story of his successful hunting expenditure".

She tilted her head, eyes staring into space as though she was deep in thoughts.

"Tell me about the Priest and I'd do whatever you want".

I chuckled at her request. Her curiosity was top notch but I was going to use it in my favor.

"Get me out of here and I'll tell you about the priest". 

There was no way she'd agree to that. Gonzalez mustn't have told her about the priest. 

"Why should I do that?".

Exactly what I thought.

"If you're so keen on knowing what he uses my blood for then you should do it".

Again, she remained silent in deep thoughts. I wanted so bad to know what was going on in her head but all thanks to the sigil, I couldn't.

"What do you need for your little escape mission?". She asked, quickly diverting the topic.

I waited a while, wondering if it was a setup. But then, I decided it was better to get caught escaping than to sit and die in the cell without attempting to get my freedom.

"A gun with a silencer, a priest uniform, scissors, and a pair of boots. Size 43".

"For someone that needs help, you're demanding".

"You asked, didn't you?".

"I'll be back by nightfall". With that, she stood from the cloth and began folding it. "My phone".

I'd forgotten about the gadget. Lifting my leg, I dipped a hand into the pocket of my slacks and brought it out. The movement affected the wound on my chest, making me wince. I needed to get the bullet out.

"What do you need for that?". Her eyes moved to the wound.

"A bottle of liquor".

She raised her brows at my strange request and I gave her a curt nod. Bending to my level, she took the phone from me and left.

I hadn't expected her to agree to my request but she did. As much as I was surprised, I was also thankful. My first mission once I got out of the cell was to investigate the woman.

It was clear she wasn't a nun but It wasn't clear if she was truly working for Gonzalez or not. But then, my successful escape would determine the truth.