The Nemea Quest

Chapter 3 - Violet

The telephone in Leon’s pocket was ringing, but he paid it no mind. He had bigger problems to worry about than a phone call. Namely, the massive headache he was nursing courtesy of the knock to the head he’d received when he was kidnapped and the question, how does this woman know anything about what happened.
The bartender, a surly old man, cautioned him again that the phone in his pocket was ringing. He ignored him, because the red-dressed woman grabbed his attention.
She was beautiful, there was no denying that. He had never seen a woman like her before. She was unlike any of the other women he had met in his travels.
She was from Eastern Europe, he could tell by her accent. Her hair was blonde and cascaded down her back in perfect curls. Her eyes were a deep blue, almost violet. They seemed to pierce his soul.
She was wearing a red dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. He could see the outline of her breasts and hips. She was wearing high heels that clicked against the ground as she walked. She walked with the grace of a lioness. She was proud and strong. She didn't need anyone to protect her, she could take care of herself.
“Excuse me?” asked Leon. “Do we know each other?” he wondered.
“That depends on who is asking” she replied.
“From me you can be the Virgin Mary, just tell me what the hell happened to me” muttered Leon.
“Something for something”, the blonde woman mused. “First, I want to know what you talked about with the man in the weird dress?”
“How do you know about the man?” Leon thought aloud. “I don't remember you being here at the bar before.”
“I know a lot that you don't”, said the woman suspiciously. “But let's start with what I don't know: who the hell are you and why did you talk to the man?”
Leon began to feel uncomfortable. He was tormented by a headache, the phone was ringing annoyingly, and the blonde woman was also harassing him.
“You know what? I don’t give a shit about the whole thing”, and with that he tried to stand up from the bar.
She grabbed his arm. She had a strong, firm grip, and Leon was surprised by that.
"Okay, I'll tell you what you want to know," she replied. “I just ask that you don't pick up the phone until you've heard the story.”
Leon looked at the phone again, unknown ID. He dismissed the call and put it back in his pocket. “I’m listening”, he answered.
“My name is Violet. I’m working for an organization called the Initiative, and we are fighting against a group called the Brotherhood.” started the woman.
"My father was a scientist," she said. "He was kidnapped by a group of men who wanted him to develop a chemical weapon. They took him to a secret laboratory in the desert, and they kept him there for months.”
"According to our intelligence, my father managed to escape. He made his way back to civilization, but he was changed. The experience had traumatized him, and he was never the same again. I've been searching for my father ever since. I want to find him and help him, but I don't even know where he is. I've been following leads, but so far I've had no luck."
"That's a fascinating story," Leon said. "I'm sorry to hear about your father, but it’s none of my business."
“You may still be thinking this, but you don't know the truth,” Violet replied. “The truth?” Leon wondered. “I haven't been looking for that for a long time.”
“I ask the question again, who are you?” Violet asked. But before Leon could answer, a man approached her and whispered in her ear.
“We have to go. Now.” Violet said firmly. “You will get all the answers to your questions along the way”