What Time? The Nighttime pt 3

"I want search parties on the ground and in the air, I don't care if it's discreet. Spread out from all four points starting from Mexico City to the border, but be careful there." Juan leaned over the table, scrutinizing every piece.
"Sir... Sir please," his Apprentice wheezed in his ear like a mosquito for the hundredth time.
He was becoming a bother, and really with Master Miguel gone there was no point in having the brat around any longer.
"What?!"
The Apprentice wrangled his hands together, his face a mask of terror, he gulped "He is here."
Juan stilled, then turned his head slowly. Peaks of brown through green, the transfer of power almost complete.
"What did you say?" This was low, almost gentle.
"He has arrived. He is in the parlor." His Apprentice wisely bolted after telling him.
Juan tried to compose himself despite this being a huge dent in his plans. While it was going to be difficult lying to his masters Master he'd prepared for it.
Straightening his tie he walked into the parlor.
It seemed to be empty but Juan knew better.
"Master T, to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?"
His eyes stung, the green coiled around in his irises. He hid the pain. A note on the greeeen marble table. Juan vision blurred and his head ached.
"You had her?" it read.
"Yes, Master T," Juan answered aloud. Another note appeared on the lounge couch, it's covering from extinct animal, stuffed with hair cut from whores he found displeasing.Juan had never agreed with his style choices.
"And yet you let her Fly away?" It said.
Juan's fury was hard to contain. Master Miguel's life meant nothing to this fool!
"Yes, Master T."
A sudden pain, like the green was ripping apart his brain, rendered Juan to the polished marble floor. A piece of paper fluttered over his eyes.
"I care nothing for your cute little obsession with Miguel, however, don't you ever damage her again, understood?"
Sweating, convulsing Juan moaned, "Yes! Yes, I will not ever do it again!"
The lack of agony signalled Master T's departure.
Juan bit his lip until it bled. That bastard, always hiding in the shadows. But Juan didn't care, he'd catch that bitch even if it cost him everything!
Juan went back to his map and figurines.
TO BE CONTINUED...