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Chapter 4
Bold - Flashback
"Where is it?" The man in the black mask screamed as he slashed the side of Captain Balker's face. A long groan left his lips.
Marine tried to scream, but the black cloth around her mouth prevented it. The tears rushed down her face like a river as she watched them hit her father again. "WHERE IS IT!?" The man screamed again.
The man growled and put his gloved hands around her father's neck. Marine watched helplessly as the man's grip tightened. Marine's father gasped for air, "I... will... ne...never tell..."
"You fool!" The man let go of her father's neck and grabbed the knife.
Another man grabbed Marine's brown chair, "Why don't we try it a different way to make him talk, boss?" The man moves his face closer to her. His green eyes flamed and his evil grin made Marine scream again.
"Tom! Knock it off!"
"Tom! Knock it off!"
"Tom!"
"To-"
Marine screamed as she opened her eyes.
"Woah, you alright?" Agent Torres asked as he quickly kneeled beside her.
Marine looked around the office trying to catch her breath. Gibbs was out of his seat, his gaze staring deeply at her, Special Agent Bishop has wide eyes, and McGee had a shocked look on his face.
"I know one of the men's names! Tom!"
Special Agent McGee raised an eyebrow, "Just Tom? That doesn't help much."
Marine closed her eyes and thought hard. There had to be something else. "His arm... It had a tattoo!"
"What was on it?" Bishop asked.
The man sneered, "I'll get you next time." He turned around and showed a dark skull on the back of his tan arm.
Marine blinked her eyes open, "A black Skull. It was on the back of his left arm."
...
"Abby, you better tell me you have something," Gibbs growled as he marched into the room.
He handed her a large drink and Abby smiled, "Thank you, Gibbs."
"Did you find our man?"
"Well, the search for our Tom was very, very difficult, especially since we were going off of memory and-"
"Did you find him?" Gibbs scowled and crossed his arms over his chest.
Abby tapped a key on her keyboard, "Yes, I did." Gibbs turned his head from Abby to the television screen. "Petty Officer Tom Wilber."
Gibbs nodded and began to walk out of the room, "Thanks, Abs."
...
"Bishop, I need you to find where Tom Wilber is. McGee search his phone records to see if he contacted any of our men before they were murdered. Torres, help McGee."
"Yes, boss," they all said together. Gibbs sat down at his desk and began to type on the computer.
Marine got up from her seat and walked over to Gibbs desk, "Gibbs?"
He looked up from his computer and looked at her, "Yes?"
"I feel like... my father and brother were both murdered... because they have something."
Gibbs tilted his head, "Like what?"
"Something valuable, probably, sir." Marine sighed, "I want to help you more but... my dad didn't tell me everything. He kept some things to himself. Some things he said I would have to wait till I'm older."
Gibbs nodded his head slowly.
"Boss?" McGee asked as he walked up next to Marine.
"What is it, McGee?" Gibbs asked.
"I found Tom's address and his last phone call was to Marine's brother."
Gibbs threw the truck keys at McGee, "Get the truck. Bishop stay behind with Marine."
Marine glanced at Bishop to see her put her gun away. Gibbs rushed past Marine as he put his gun in his holster. Marine sighed while she watched the men run out of the office. She walked over to McGee's desk and sat on it. "My father... was young when he married my mom." Special Agent Bishop looked up from her desk. "They were married for almost 30 years when they divorced. I never thought addiction would be way better than a family. I guess my mom thought our life wasn't good enough."
Bishop looked up at Marine, "I know it's hard."
"He was the only one that I had in my life that..."
"Understood you?"
"Cared for me," Marine sighed. "Now he is gone."
...
"I thought my place was messy," Nick grumbled as he stepped over a pile of dirty clothes.
Gibbs looked around the room. It was going to take forever to find something related to the case with a mess like this. Clothes were thrown everywhere, with beer bottles, mud on the floor. "I've seen worse," he grumbled.
Nick grabbed a shirt with the tips of his fingers. "It will take weeks to search through all this."
Gibbs felt his gut churn as he looked at the door. The silver knob began to turn.
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