5 September 2012
Chapter 2
'So' says Ed, 'I guess we wait until the source contacts us again' The source. The name of our new work source. Makes sense to me. 'Guess so,' 'Is there anyway to track the source?' 'No way, the message was printed, there were no fingerprints,' 'Crap I'm bored,' 'Tell me about it,' And I really mean it. Then the woman walks in again. Holding another package, but something isn't quite right...she's struggling with this package. And she's asking for help. But with no voice. And she's limping. 'What the hell is this source doing to you!' I shout in surprise of her appearance. But I realise she can't hear me. She's deaf. She puts the package down. And leaves again. We check the package. This time its a USB, unfortunately the computer in the office is broken so we can't check the USB. Typical. So I take the USB home and see what's on it. There's one blank word document. Named '19:00, South Street, Tomorrow'. Guess that's where I'm headed next. I'll tell Ed tomorrow.
The Case Of The Missing Case • Opuss № I