Part Four
By, Kathe
Kermit waited in Simms' office for Peter. By that time the lights had come back on. They had found that someone had turned the power off and disabled the circuit. He knew that he should have gone with Peter. The younger man obviously needed protection, but something in Peter's face told him that the kid wanted to be left alone. It went against every instinct Kermit had, but he forced himself to allow Peter to have this time alone.
While he waited for Peter's return, he thought about what had happened in the warehouse and what just had happened in the police station. While there was no evidence that Peter was the target, it seemed that both times were a set up to get the younger man. "Well, no one hurts my friends, and gets away with it," Kermit said to himself.
"Kermit, where is Peter? He should have been here by now. Go see what's taking him so long. When you both get back, I want to know what is going on."
"OK. I'll be right back."
Kermit got up and headed out. As he was heading down the stairs, he saw Caine coming into the station.
"Caine, what are you doing here?""I am here to see Peter. I sense that he is in danger and has been hurt. Can you take me to him?"
"Follow me. He is in the locker room getting him self cleaned up. Come on."
They headed down to the locker room. As soon as they got inside, Kermit knew that Peter was gone. He looked around and found where Peter had been cleaning himself up. Kermit saw that all the supplies from the First Aid Kit had been knocked all over the place. Caine sensed that Peter had been attacked and then taken away. As he came to the spot where Peter had been attacked, Caine began to tremble with rage at what had happened to his son.
"Caine, what happened to Peter?" Kermit had long ago given up being surprised at things that Caine did. Caine had saved his life more than once by using his mysterious Shalion powers.
"Peter has been drugged and taken. I see a dark evil trying to kill my son. We must find him, otherwise Peter will die."
Peter awoke in the dark. He tried to move and found that he was chained to a wall. He was in, what appeared to be, an old-fashioned prison cell. The way that he was chained pulled at his injured shoulder and it was causing him great pain. It had started to bleed again. "What do you want from me? Come out and face me." Peter yelled out into the dark.
"I want your life Peter Caine. And I will get it. By the time I am done with you, you will be begging me for your death." With that another dart shot out from the darkness and hit Peter in the leg. Before he fell into darkness, Peter sent out a final plea to the one person that could help him.
"Father, help me."
End Part Four