Note: The only character I do not own is The Undertaker
Chapter Three
Stepping out of the Yukon, Kristen looked up to the place, hesitantly, when she discovered that the place she had been brought to was an old warehouse structure.
Is this some kind of a joke? Are they really going to have me stay here at some rundown building under the thought I would be safer here instead of a hotel room in the city?
She was disturbed from knowing that this would be where she would be staying until the guy was caught and she wasn't in anymore danger. The area was in a place of Lexington where there wasn't a lot of people around, and those that were around didn't appear to be the type she could trust.
Turning back to the open door of the vehicle, Kristen brought her large, black bag out and put the strap over oen of her shoulders. She shut the door in time to hear the police chief speaking to her for the first time during their trip there to the location.
"Here we are, Miss Andrews." He said," Your home away from home for the time being."
"And you are pretty sure that this place is safer for me to stay in than at a room at a hotel in the heart of the city where there are more places and people around?"
She didn't even try to mask her annoyed tone in her voice as she responded back to the man who made the decision for her to be in the protection program to start with. This was not the kind of place she had in mind, and it didn't give her the feeling of safety that she was expecting to be experiencing. Her eyes watched him do his best to calm herself as he spoke to her.
"Miss Andrews, I can reassure you that you are in a very safe place. This building has cameras going at all times all over the place, and, if someone was to try and break in, there is an alarm system in place that will go off and alert everyone inside."
"Good to know that there are security measurements in place so that way when one of the locals tries to break in that there will be something going off to try and scare them away from breaking in."
"Let me get you inside and introduce you to Detective Callaway. He is the one that will be watching over you and making sure that nothing is to happen to you until we catch that lunatic."
"Very well."
There was no point getting around it. She would have to go inside at some point, unpack her belongings, and face the fact that this was her home for the time being.
A soft sigh escaped her lips as she walked with the chief over towards where a metal sliding door stood. Her frame walked with a bit of discomfort to it due to the weight of the bag getting to her some. Reaching the large piece of metal, her attention shifted towards a beeping sound that was going off.
Her eyes did a double take at a camera scope narrowing in on her face. The sight of it slipping forward to get a picture of the chief and herself had her looking at it in both curiosity and nervousness while the sound kept going.
When the cop said that there was security in place, I never thought that his version of security would be something straight from a science fiction novel.
Kristen looked at the camera with a little uneasiness washing over her until she registered the man beside her to be putting his face in the line of the camera's vision as he spoke up.
"Open up the gate, Callaway. It's getting dark out here, and I would like for Miss Andrews to get settled in sometime before midnight tonight."
The playful yet sarcastic tone in the officer's voice had a faint smirk to dance across her face as the camera's scope retracted. She turned her attention onto the steel door as it was opening up to reveal an elevator nestled on the other side of it.
An elevator? Well, at least I won't be doing a lot of walking to get where I need to be.
She stepped onto it with her escort, and watched him press a green button that was beside a red one. Her eyes moved over to the steel door to see it shutting them off from the outside world prior to her body registering the elevator rising upward with her inside of it with the chief at her side.
As she was being taken upwards, her mind shifted away from frustration at the area to curious thoughts being more noticeable to her. She pondered not only about the layout of the apartment but the detective that was to be her guardian.
The police chief never showed her a photo of who the man was that was to be watching over her or told her what he looked like at all. She was going into this blind and not being aware as to who this was and what he looked like.
Well, I guess I will be finding out who this is, and what he looks like when we get to the apartment soon enough.
She waited patiently with her bag remaining on her shoulder. After a few moments, her body jerked slightly from the elevator coming to a stop. Kristen looked to where another metal door was nestled, and watched it starting to slide towards the right.
Her eyes went to peer into the apartment when they focused in on an attractive man to be standing across from her in a crimson shirt paired with some jeans, and with piercing eyes that made her entire body shiver and heat up at the same time. As she looked at him, soaking in his appearance, her ears picked up on the police chief speaking up beside her.
"Miss Andrews, this is Detective Mark Callaway. He will be watching over you here. Detective Callaway, this is Kristen Andrews. She is the one who will be staying here with you at your apartment and who you are to keep safe."
