6 September 2012
Case of the missing case
Chapter 3
Back at the office again, trying to pass the time with Ed until we can go to South street and find out our case. The only problem is that there are two South street's, East South street and West South street, so we're going to different ones so at least one of us can find out what we can. Well, actually there are two South streets because it's so huge that people labelled it east and west to help with addresses. 'Time check,' Ed calls from across the room. 'Uh...4ish,' I call back. The day is going even slower than normal. I hear a long, deep breath from Ed and realise that if Ed has to confront the source then he needs to be on the top of his game. The source won't be easy to get information out of. I get a strange feeling of uneasiness though because I feel I've been down this path before with my old partner and that didn't quite turn out as we planned. I'm not going to get into that right now because its too horrific. Well, for me to tell it is. Sometime later, I arrive at East South street and there's nothing there. So I decide to look around a bit. Incase there is a package instead. Then they step out of the alley. One of them holds a cloth to my face. I pass out. How much time passes? Minutes? Hours? Days? I don't know but I hope that Ed has realised something is wrong because I haven't answered his call or something. Then I feel relief because he's a PI. Then I feel all of the relief leave and become replaced by the realisation that he's Ed. I wake, blindfolded and bound to a chair, to a voice. 'How do you like my...office?' it says. It's a mans voice. A British voice. 'Where the hell am I and who the hell are you!?' I shout, trying to make as much noise as possible for someone to hear. 'Shout as loudly as you want, we are 50 miles away from anyone,' says another voice. This one is a woman. I can guess shed the one who delivered the packages. 'Haven't I told you before to keep your mouth shut, Samantha?' says the first voice. Samantha stammers for a moment, then opens a door and I think she leaves. This leaves me with the first voice. 'You haven't answered my question,' I say more calmly. 'Ah, that I haven't. I am, how you say, the source,' 'And I'm, how you say, the one who will break your nose if you don't release me right now!' He chuckles at this. 'We're going to be working together for a long time, Mister Guess. That sort of attitude may prevent this cooperation,' 'Well your attitude of tying me to a hair and blindfolding me will also prevent this cooperation as well,' 'Why are you asking to be unbound when you have, all too obviously done it yourself?' I stop here. How could he have known that I've untied myself? I take off the ropes and stand. 'The truth is that I need you to recover some of my...personal files.' 'What kind of files?' I ask, intrigued, 'If your after computer files then you have the wrong guy,' I take off my blindfold. I'm in a small, dark room, not unusual for a place on the outskirts of the town. But the really strange thing is that the source has been talking to me for the past 10 minutes from a computer. Everything I heard was from a microphone, the voices, the door, everything. 'You don't need to know the contents of these files but they are not on a computer, I assure you,' 'So is there anything else I need to know or am I expected to have the rest already?' 'Everything you need is on the computer you see before you. Good day,' And with that, the computer crashes, I bet it's to prevent us tracing the call. Crap. I still don't know where I am.
The Case Of The Missing Case • Opuss № I