‘Hush little man, don’t you cry, Frank is not going, to spare your life’ Sings Frank in a melodic tone.
Frank gets up and cracks his fingers in anticipation. He breaths in deeply and lets out a barrage of kicks to the man’s scull, each one of them splattering blood in all directions. Frank is covered in blood, his rage is ever growing as he demolishes the once human like corpse of the guard. His kicking taking chunks of humanity with them. Frank moans in enjoyment, almost orgasmic as he falls to his knees, mouth wide open in awe.
He smears the blood away from his eyes and leans against the wall to try and catch his breath. The once bleach cleaned hallway is now reminiscent of a warzone, a war that Frank fought in, a war that is far from over.
The guard’s radio goes off.
‘Approaching corridor six, target last seen in the vicinity. Squad B-miner on point’ says the voice on the crackly radio
Frank looks up at the security door and sees a security camera pointed right at him. He quickly shoots up as he reads the sign below the camera.
“CORRIDOR SIX EXIT” Reads the sign.
‘Shit!’ Says Frank
Frank swats his fist at the security camera, knocking it off the wall with a crash. He darts his eyes down the corridor and sees shadows approaching fast, accompanied with the sounds of footsteps, multiple men, at least six according to Frank’s math. He bends down and grabs the deceased guard’s 9mm. He aims the weapon down the corridor and see’s silhouettes approaching. He waits. Three seconds. He cocks the gun. Two seconds. He breaths in deep. One second. He fires.
Forty Eight
Jason wakes up to a vibration in his pocket. It’s his cell phone. He flips the phone open and reads the message. He types something on the device and hits send. Jason puts the cell phone back in his pocket. Crystal’s head rests on his shoulder as she sleeps. He looks over at Jenifer who is stirring from a deep sleep. He quickly nudges Crystal awake; she opens her eyes and smiles at him. He shakes his head and points at Jenifer; Crystal reads his eyes and what he is trying to say. She sits up and brushes herself down, trying to make herself more presentable. He smiles at her and gives her a playful wink. Jenifer catches him in the act. She coughs out loud, as if she is trying to get their attention. He looks over at her, his face stern but friendly.
‘What’s going on?’ Asks Jenifer
Jason stretches out in his seat
‘Nothing, I just woke up, that’s all’
‘Is that so, huh?’
Jenifer gets up from her cabin chair facing Jason and Crystal.
‘How come you’re sitting there next to her?’ asks Jenifer while pointing at Crystal
Jason gets up from his seat and walks over the short distance to Jenifer, trying to calm her down, he gently grabs her hand. She snaps it away and steps back a few steps from him.
‘Look, I don’t know what’s going on, but last time I checked you came on this train ride with me, and now you’re with that frigid slut?’
‘I’m not with any one Jenifer! I’m just here for the ride to Boston’
Jenifer slaps Jason across the face. Her palm leaves a red mark on his cheek. He looks at her intensely as he grabs at his burning skin. She pushes him back into his seat and walks out of the cabin, leaving him and Crystal in silence for a good while.
Forty Nine
Chief Shaw rushes into DA Eddie Smiths office. He looks around the messy room, surveying the carnage of empty bottles from the mini bar and case files strewn all over the rinky-dink office. He shakes his head in amazement as he walks over to the DA’s desk. Eddie smith is fast asleep on the assortment of files on his desk, as his head rests on the big oak table; Chief Shaw rattles a bottle next to him. He grabs it and takes a long swig of the clear alcoholic liquid. He purposely forces the bottle back down onto the desk with a thud, awakening the sleeping District Attorney. Eddie looks up at the towering six foot figure of Shaw and gives him a clear look of distain.
‘What the hell do you want?’ Asks Eddie
Shaw looks unimpressed as he takes a drag on his oversized cigar.
‘I want you to get your ass up and follow me to the incident room.’
‘Don’t talk to me like that; I’m the goddamn District Attorney.’
‘That may be so Mr DA, but your drunker then my dad on Saint Patricks day, and that’s saying something considering he’s Irish!’ Laughs Shaw
Eddie sits up, smiling at the light hearted joke. He appreciated Chief Shaw’s humour and has always responded well to him. It’s safe to say Eddie Smith liked Shaw.
‘Okay I’m getting up, what seems to be the problem besides me losing all hope and drinking the department’s liquor budget for the whole year.’
‘That’s nothing Eddie; you should see Frank’s office at the Christmas party; that man can drink!’
‘On the subject of Frank any news on his whereabouts?’ asks Eddie
Shaw reluctantly shakes his head
‘I’m afraid not sir. The man is MIA. It’s not unusual for him to go missing for days on end. I wouldn’t worry about him; he’s probably in a gutter somewhere drinking himself stupid’
‘Well at least we have that in common’
‘Well I need you down the incident room, Chase is about to go live again, according to his YOUTUBE channel’
‘Why haven’t we shut that thing down?’ asks the DA
‘We can’t sir, its beyond our derestriction, FBI would have to Subpoena Google’
‘Who said anything about them?’
‘They own YOUTUBE sir.’
‘Okay, whatever. Let’s get going then and hear what Connor has to say this time.’
Eddie smith gets up from his chair and walks with Chief Shaw over to the incident room. The place is a buzz with commotion as officers run around gathering files and intelligence. Eddie Smith looks on in confusion at the goings on; he turns to Shaw who is smiling at him.
‘What?’ Asks Eddie
‘It just looks as if you are surprised at something’
‘Yeah as a matter of fact I am, what’s with all the rushing around, don’t your people ever rest?’
‘It’s called an incident room for a reason sir; they are investigating leads on various cases including this current one’
‘Various cases, surely everyone should be focusing their attentions on Connor Chase’ Says Eddie forcefully
‘Unfortunately the people of Boston have taken to the streets and started mass looting. Some people seem to have kinship with Chase and his beliefs. A lot of people support his message.’
Eddie shakes his head infallibly
‘Only in Boston I swear! How can anyone support this man?’ asks Eddie
‘The idea of peoples information being sold on is forcing people to question their worth in society, that being said, people may not agree with terrorism, but Connors message has seemed to reach a high amount of people and could spark a city wide demonstration, which could result in mass violence.’