Chapter 6

• Stiles stared at the pictures on the tablet that Jonathan Jacobs just handed him.
• He couldn't believe what he was seeing.
• "Those pictures were taken 24 years ago, the night you were born and the lady carrying you to that orphanage, do you happen to know her?"
• Jonathan Jacobs asked, his eyebrows furrowed in curiosity.
• Stiles was dumbfounded, he was still in shock from the whole thing.
• "How did you get this picture?"
• Stiles asked with his gaze still fixed on the tablet.
• His thoughts raced as he remembered the picture under his bed, it was the same picture, but this time around in black and white.
• "Well, like I said, your dad and I have been on this case for quite some time and just this morning he forwarded this file to me."
• "So I thought it wise to let you see the pictures, maybe you might have seen her before or something."
• Jonathan Jacobs said as he sipped his plain hot steaming coffee.
• "Sometimes isn't right Jonathan Jacobs, I have this same picture under my bed, only not the same colour."
• Stiles' voice was barely above whispers as he stared askance at Jonathan Jacobs, who had a dropped jaw as his coffee dripped from his mouth back into his coffee mug.
• "I don't understand what you are talking about."
• "What do you mean that you have these same pictures under your bed?"
• "These are classified information obtained from a top intel."
• Jonathan Jacobs said as he kept his coffee mug on the table making a rather silent thump.
• "I'm serious Jonathan Jacobs."
• "I think that lady was the nurse that had delivered me that night."
• "That explains how she got access to the secure facility that night."
• Jonathan Jacobs said as he gazed at the pictures one more time, then another glance followed.
• "Well since we have identified her as the nurse who helped in your delivery and she is also the one that took you to the orphanage… I think we might be up to a good start here."
• Jonathan Jacobs said as he stared at Stiles who was still kind of perplexed by the whole coincidence.
• "Something fishy is going on here and I really don't like it."
• "Why would the nurse who helped my mom deliver me be the one who took me to the orphanage?"
• Stiles asked, his voice was laced with a mixture of anger and frustration.
• "I know it's just weird."
• "And how did you come about the pictures under your bed?"
• "The pictures were given to me by the matron of the orphanage the day I was adopted by the Thomas's."
• Stiles said, his voice barely above whispers as he slowly kept the pictures on the table and poured himself a hot glass of coffee.
• "And the matron… if we can find her she can tell us who brought this file to her and why."
• Jonathan Jacobs immediately suggested, his gaze was on the pictures on the table.
• "That's a good idea but I really don't remember who the matron is any more."
• "Even if I could, most times they kind of keep information like this hidden from outsiders."
• Stiles said as he plopped into the brown sofa behind him.
• "You are no outsider, watch this."
• Jonathan Jacobs immediately took his phone and called the orphanage where Stiles was adopted from.
• "Stiles we are the Hendersons of which you are the only living heir and thus the most influential person on the continent.”
• "We can get anything we want, anything we want."
• Jonathan Jacobs said as the phone continued ringing without any response.
• "That's weird, anyways let's find another way to identify this lady."
• "If she is a nurse at the hospital where you were delivered, I think we should start our search from there."
• Jonathan Jacobs suggested as he kept redialing the number of the orphanage but all to no avail.
• "Yes it would have been a great idea to track the nurse to the hospital but that would only alert her to hide even more."
• "Especially if we go about carrying her picture around and asking her colleagues if they know who she is."
• Stiles immediately added intelligently as he plopped out of the sofa.
• Jonathan Jacobs Immediately stared at him and smiled gleefully admiring his intelligence.
• "You know what Stiles, you have your father's smart brain."
• "So what do you suggest we do?"
• Jonathan Jacobs asked as he plopped into his seat.
• "There are a lot of ways to identify her, I think we should run a facial recognition search on her photo."
• "But that wouldn't be possible since none of us have access to the International facial recognition datalog."
• Stiles said, his face etched with confusion and disappointment.
• Now turning around his gaze fell on Jonathan Jacobs who pressed a secret button under his luxury mahogany table, the tabletop opened revealing a military-grade sophisticated laptop.
• "Can I have those pictures?"
• Jonathan Jacobs asked, his hands were already busy logging him into the international facial recognition database.
• Passing the file over to Jonathan Jacobs, Stiles had his mouth agape.
• "What else is hidden under this table or that weirdly labelled cupboard that says…Project X?"
• Stiles asked, his eyes fixed on Jonathan Jacobs.
• "That will be a discussion for another day, right now I need you to place your palm on this scanner."
• Jonathan Jacobs said, his gaze still fixed on his laptop screen.
• "Why?!"
• Stiles asked almost immediately, his voice was laced with a mixture of curiosity and trepidation.
• Looking up at him, Jonathan Jacobs immediately replied, "I meet your biometric print to bypass the security of the international facial recognition database."
• The words of Jonathan Jacobs came as an unbelievable shock to Stiles.
• "Wait a m…inute."
• "Can my biometric print bypass the international facial recognition database security?"
• He asked, his eyes widened in disbelief.
• "We are about to find out."
• "There is a lot you don't know about yourself, young master."
• As Jonathan Jacobs spoke, he immediately placed Stile's hand on the scanner and the screen read, "Welcome Lord Henderson, it's been a long time."
• "What the hell…"