I twitch my mouth into a smile at Amelia and Anubis as I make my way to the stairs, heading to the floor to meet up with my team. I make my way through the halls and into the room where I thought my team would be, only to find it empty. Confused, I turn around, to which someone rammed into me. It was Nichole.
"What's going o-?"
Upon realizing it was me, Nichole stops and grabs my arm.
"Suit up, Dan, we need to head out immediately."
"Where are we going?"
"It's quite a drive, I don't remember the name of the city, sorry, ask Nicholas, he'll be tracking us here and tell you the plan," She lets go of my arm, causing me to realize we'd run through a few rooms. Where she left me was in front of a door that was left ajar. I could see a few screens in the crack of the door as I quietly open it up, looking into the room. A man sat in a chair as he stared at several computer screens and monitors, each monitor had something going on, so he looked busy.
"Nicholas?" I mutter, causing him to turn around.
"Hey! Dan, you're right on time. Well, you'll have to hurry to suit up, but we have a job. I'm sorry we didn't update you on this, but we're going to investigate a crack-house because we believe someone there is connected to a serial murderer that we've been investigating."
Geez, a crack house? Surprisingly enough, I've never been in one. I wonder if it's exactly how I imagine it.
"Okay, where do I suit up?"
He pointed to the right of me.
"Last door at the hall, you can't miss it. Everyone's in there right now."
I nod and leave the room, realizing I forgot to ask where it was. I decide to pull out my phone and call Anubis to update him on what's going on, since I wasn't sure how long I'd be gone.
The moment I turned on my computer, my phone began to rang. I had a feeling Jean wouldn't text me - he never does. "What's up?" I say as I roll back in my chair and place my fabulous legs onto the desk.
"Yo, so we're going on a field mission to a crack house, and I don't know when we're gonna be back. This is just a heads-up," his deep monotonous voice echoed through the speaker.
"Okay, thanks, bye," I hung up.
Ah, yes, more boring hell!
patricia
"Crack houses are my favorite things to bust. I love seeing high ass people just in a daze," I chuckled. Richie rolled his eyes, but smiled nonetheless. The door opened and the new recruit strolled in as stiff as ever. Dan, was it?
"Hey, Dan!" I chimed, standing up to face him and smacking a hand on his shoulder. "Ready for the first official job here?"
"Hey, Dan! Ready for the first official job here?"
I turn to the owner of the voice as she beams up at me with a sense of mischief.
I give her the Facebook messenger soulless smiley emote as I flash a thumbs up.
"I'm ready to learn new things, that's for sure." I remark with a bit of a forced cheery tone and turn back to look around at the few people that lay at the front, their eyes the familiar bloodshot and colorless skin. My initial reaction to the crackheads was a mixture of Jesus, is that what I look like when I'm high? and God I wish that were me. Richie quietly stepped over to me and handed me a photo of someone's mugshot. To be honest, it looked like half the men here, but it gave me a general idea of who we're looking for. I lift my head and look around, wondering if I should actually look or just let them find it, but assuming I should probably help at least a little bit. We finished the first floor and moved on to the second.
I swept around the place, inspecting every nook and cranny while simultaneously checking the new recruit. Shane asked me to keep an eye on him for some odd reason.
We entered the second floor, which was filled with sober dealers that had been trying to hide the drugs and potentially run away. They all froze at the sight of us. "Hands in the air, you're under arrest for possession and distribution of illegal substances." I nodded at Jean, hoping to let him know he was to handcuff someone. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law. You have the right to have an attorney present during any questioning," I spoke to the struggling criminal as I placed the silver cages around his wrists.
"Fuck you," he spat.
I turned one of the men over, pulling his arms closer together behind his back as the cuffs clicked into place, resisting the urge to glance over at Richie as if he was grading my actions. As I guide him down the stairs to the vehicles, I eye Patricia in the hall, who's making her way to the third floor.
"Any luck with the prime suspect?" I question, wondering if we were still looking for a specific man or if we found him by now and are just making arrests for others. Patricia shook her head in defeat, but underlying determination.
"Not yet, can't promise he'll still be in the building if he heard us come in. Could have jumped out a window."
"From the third floor?"
Patricia's eyes fall back on me in slight surprise.
"Have you ever met a crackhead?"
fucking patricia goddamnit
"Have you ever met a crackhead?" I asked in amazement. I assumed Jean had experience with all types of criminals.
"Suppose not," he muttered, searching every room.
I furrowed my brow. The whole floor was empty, which usually meant something was off. I gasped, turning around. "Of course, there must be a basement of some sort. The agents outside would've caught him if he jumped, and they would've let us know through radio. Come on!" I rushed back down to the first floor.
lets say u grabbed my arm to bring me to the basement
I follow her through a maze of halls as we reach the door to the stairs leading to the basement. Patricia looks at me for a moment before reaching to the doorknob and twisting it open. Luckily, it was unlocked. She gently pushes the door open, the creaking of the door so excessive that it ruins any chance of it giving off a creepy energy.
"Wonder if the stairs are in any better shape." I think aloud as I take a step on the first stair, the wood creaking the moment my foot touches it. I look back up at Patricia.
"You ready to go down the rabbit hole?"
Anubis
A small knock on the door caused me to jump. It was feather light, belonging to Sammi, most likely. I wondered how Mom managed to birth someone with such good manners. "Come in," I called, my voice cracking slightly from nearly no use.
Her small body entered my room. She had been, what, 10? 11? I lost track, or, I never paid attention in the first place. Sammi smiled brightly with all of her small teeth. "Olli! Happy birthday!" she chimed. Behind her back she revealed a poorly wrapped gift.
I spun around in my chair to face her and accept the gift. I carelessly tore apart the paper to uncover a candle. Cinnamon, my favorite.
Sammi shifted her weight. Her gaze was frozen to the floor. "I know Mommy hates you having candles… I don't know why she banned them. I got my friends to find one for you. I saw you with a cinnamon candle once… I hope you still like them."
I stared at this stranger. Their blonde locks, identical to mine, their freckles, mine, even the color of their eyes, mine. But, who were they? Someone who barely knows me, yet sees my obsessions, yet doesn't understand them?
"Thank you, Sammi. I really appreciate it." I got off my chair and knelt down to hug her. This is what siblings do, right?
My eye twitched as I stared at the computer screen. The lighter's flame was small.
Patricia
Dan commented on the creaky stairs. I raised a finger to my lips, shushing him. Our words will give away our identities - we could just be druggies running away.
He led us down the stairs. A small sliver of light glowed somewhere. I heard sounds of clanging. I could make out some shapes of bottles and tables and such. This must be where the hard drugs are made. While I was busy trying to see, somebody grabbed my arm.
I swiveled around and swung an arm towards the figure. My knuckles connected with the cheekbone of who I figured was the prime suspect. Swiftly, I pulled out my gun and pointed towards the perpetrator.
My heart jumps slightly as Patricia stiffens her position to point her gun at someone. Once I get a better look, it was who we were looking for. I reach behind me and pull out my gun quickly but, almost, sloppily, as I point it up at the man. He holds still, but shaking slightly, which I understand, because he's probably high, but also has two guns pointed to him. I waited for Patricia to take action, hoping she would know how to do it right.
blah blah she fucking arrests the guy nothing cool happpens wow! they end earlier how fyckign craxzy is that.
patricia, they're on their way back btw
"So, Dan, how was your first job? Nothing too crazy happened, this job isn't like how they make it out to be in the movies," I chuckled, trying to make friends with the new recruit. "Just in time for lunch, too! Thank god we didn't have to do clean-up duty."
I turned into the parking lot, thinking about my meal. Perhaps I should invite Dan to eat with my co-workers and me.
big anubis
I wasn't even stressed, but just bored. I continuously flicked the lighter, allowing a miniature fire to form, waving at me before dispersing again. A knock came about my door.
"It's lunch break, sir!" my assistant chimed.
I sighed, waving him away. I picked up my phone and dialed Jean, hoping his case was over.
ring ring its me ur bitch
I smile quietly and absentmindedly nod my head to whatever Patricia was saying, until my phone rings. I pick it up, looking at the contact name. Usually, if it isn't Anubis, it's no one important. However, this time, it was Anubis. I excuse myself away from Patricia as we exit the car, and she walks into the building as I start to walk further into the parking lot. I answer the phone and hold it up to my ear.
"What's up?" I mutter, actually a bit curious what Anubis is about to say.
"Since you've answered the phone, I assume you'll be here for lunch, my love?" I asked, getting the program ready on my computer.
"Oh, it's lunch?" Jean said. A car door slammed through the speaker.
"Meet me by the elevator now." I hung up before he could reply.
The emergency stair door mechanics would turn off for five minutes before the system automatically resets them. We had to be fast. I waited a few minutes to give Jean some time before turning off the door. Now, they could slip through without setting off the alarm. I sped out my office, making sure to lock it as well. Key card? Check. Timer? Check. Phone? Check. Jean, at the elevator?
Check.
"Ready?" I smiled, pushing the elevator call button.
"Ready?" Anubis smirked, leaning to push the elevator button as I shrug my shoulders and scoff.
"Don't fuck this up," I muttered as the elevator doors open and we step in. Once we got in, the doors closed and everything went quiet for a moment.
now kiss
I lean against the elevator wall as I watch Anubis press the button for the designated floor. I cross my arms and start to stare into space, sort of losing focus for a moment.
quick run down of everything in this building:
- you cant go to certain floors without a special keycard - this is why they need amelia's keycard for the higher up floor, but her keycard doesnt go thaattt far so thats why they have to take the emergency stairs for the rest of the way - its like different levels of keycards you feel me
- emergency stairs, when u open the doors it sets off an alarm throughout the whole building as if theres a fire or something dangerous, that is where anubis's hacking comes in and the whole timer thingy
I swipe Amelia's card and press the highest floor we could go to. The elevator rode up, leaving us in silence. Finally, the machine slowed down and the doors opened. I stepped out and walked to the emergency stairs.
"So, I actually don't have anything planned after this," I confessed, opening the doors, a sense of relief falling over me as no alarm was sounded. We slipped through and the door shut behind us. We ran up the stairs and into the floor that held Vincent's office, with a minute left.
This floor looked different from all the others. The ground was of carpet, a deep red color, and the walls were mostly glass windows. I struggled to remember where Vincent's office was. "It should be somewhere over in this direction. He has to have the documents we're looking for. Hopefully it's easy to get through his office doors," I muttered, silently hoping Jean wouldn't kill me for winging half of the plan. It wasn't like me, but ever since Jean and I forgot about the whole thing, I have been anxious and my head was constantly clouded.
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