Eagle Mountain is a real ghost town in California. I've tried to recreate it as well as I can but the stuffs pretty vague. I usually use satellite pictures to scope out the locations of my fics and this one was.. well super empty! Creepy huh? We had on in Missouri called Times Beach.. but it was nothing like this.
"What the hell is this place?" Bosco whispered softly.
"It's a ghost town." Kate blinked, her eyes scanning the empty town. "Like an actual ghost town."
"Where's my address?" Woody mumbled to Jordan.
"There." She pointed to the cluster of connected buildings just a head. "I think that's it."
"It looks like a shopping center." He muttered, pulling the car off the road.
"Eagle Mount Minimum Security Correctional Facility." Jordan read of the marker.
"You gotta be kidding me." Bosco breathed as they approached the rusty gate. "They got people in there?"
"I don't think so." Woody squinted his eyes.
The sky above them rumbled and they all looked up.
"Does it rain in the desert?" Woody asked softly as slow drops started to fall.
"I guess so." Bosco grimaced at him in annoyance.
Beside him Jordan looked at the paper from the envelope.
"Security panel 6-7. Access code BBHJB67."
"How do we find security panel 6-7?" Kate mused.
"We split up." Bosco looked at Hoyt. "You and Jordan go left. Dr. Switzer and I'll go right. We'll check the panels, meet back up in the back and go in together."
Woody nodded, before glancing at Kate who shrugged.
"Okay." Hoyt pulled the car out of site, before checking his gun and looking at Jordan.
Bosco climbed out of the car, casting a glance at the blond ME.
"Stay behind me." He hissed.
"No argument here." She lifted her hands up to him before hiking up to the building as the rain started to pick up.
"I don't know." Jordan whispered holding her arms up over her head as Woody read the numbers off the first panel. "Nothing about this makes sense."
"62" He reported walking away from the panel, touching her shoulder to guide her around the building.
"Why guard a ghost town? And who the hell is Dr. Bledstoe. There was nothing in Garrett's file about him." She shook her head.
"You think it's a set up?" Woody looked towards the sky.
"Or a goose chase." She shivered involuntarily. "It's cold."
"Deserts get cold at night." He shot her a quick smile. "I know that much."
"You make looking for bionic murderers in the cold wet rain so romantic." Jordan mused as he pointed towards the next panel before jogging towards it. She waited until he shook his head to move forward as he rejoined her."
"63 at least they're in order."
"Who knows we're here?" She asked him, her voice lost.
"Owens." He shook his head.
"Boscorelli didn't call anyone?"
"No." Woody shook his head. "Not since this morning before he knew."
"I left Garret a message." She whispered."Just a few minutes before.."
"You think he's the one helping?" He asked softly.
"He has to be." She pressed her lips together. "How far in this is he?"
They stared at each other silently.
"There you two are! God you're so slow. We found it." Boscorelli shouted down to them over the thunder.
"Shh!" Hoyt pressed his finger to his mouth and scowled at the cop, who only rolled his eyes before trudging back over the terrine. The two of them followed quickly.
"What's the access code?" Kate asked as Jordan handed her the damp paper and watched her key it in. The door clicked and Woody instinctively pulled Jordan back. Bosco nudged at Kate with his elbow while lifting his gun into position and gesturing at Hoyt.
Woody nodded, putting his hand on the door knob and watching Boscorelli flick up three fingers before he yanked it open. Nothing happened.
"Go." Hoyt mouthed the word at the cop who slipped inside.
"What now?" Bosco's voice was low and grave as he scanned the dimly lit hallway.
"124." Kate whispered pushing the paper towards Bosco. "That's all it says."
Jordan tapped the metal plate outside of the nearest door. 111.
Boscorelli started down the hall his wet boots sloshing and slipping across the floor. Woody cursed, hurrying after him.
"Boscorelli you can't just charge in there-." He stops, slowly following the other man's gaze into the room across from them.
"The hell I can't." He breathes, walking forward slowly like he's seen a ghost. Woody's eyes fall on the woman in the hospital bed and he realizes he has.
"Jesus." Boscorelli whispers, his eyes sweeping over the unconscious form of Faith Yokas.
His hand shook as he touched her, his fingers pressing into her cheek.
"Faith?" She didn't move, he turned her face towards him slowly. "Faith?" Hoyt backed up to the door.
"Jordan?" She hurried towards his voice, her eyes taking in the room before flipping the IV bags around.
"There not labeled." She shook her head. "They all just say Ruth. I don't know what they are."
"I don't fucking care what they are." Bosco muttered, yanking the lines out of her arm.
"Stop! You shouldn't-."Cavanaugh put her hand on his arm, he shrugged it away. "You need to leave them in."
"Like hell." He muttered pulling out the last one. Jordan grabbed a piece of gauze and pressed it against her bleeding arm. Bosco snatched it from her. "Don't touch her."
"Woody.." Kate's voice was soft and warning. Hoyt turned his attention back to the door.
"Who the hell are you?" Came another woman's voice. Jordan head snapped to the door before moving over there. Bosco tossed the blankets off of his partner, sighing in relief when her legs were intact. He ran his hands over her arms. She had equipment all over her and he went to work removing it, unbuckling the belt around her abdomen and pulling the leads off of her chest.
"I'm Dr. Miller. Who the hell are you?" Kate shot back.
"How'd you get in here?"
"Doctor Bledstoe sent us." Woody added.
"Jonas?" She purred almost endearingly. "I didn't know he was back. Last I heard he was cutting people up in Boston."
"Oh my God." Jordan whispered under her breath.
"Something I said?" The blond's head snapped towards her, Jordan tried not to looked alarmed..
"I didn't realize you'd be here." Jordan said calmly. "Jonas didn't tell me."
"Have we met?" Sara Corvas blinked her eyes. Jordan watched the slight twitch of one of them, realizing she was looking past her. At Boscorelli.
"No. Jonas has spoke of you though."
"I'm sure." She smiled. "I'm his greatest accomplishment."
"He's requested that we take Ruth back with us." Jordan kept her voice as even as possible, she knew she was taking a big risk. "I'd like a list of medications and dosages. "
"You can't take her." Jordan shot a quick glance at Woody.
"There's been a mistake." He took over. "She wasn't supposed to be here at all."
"She was Anthony's choice." Corvas shook her head.
"Well Anthony can choose someone else." Boscorelli grumbled, pushing past Jordan and into the hallway with his partner in his arms.
"I don't know what Dr. Anthros wants." Woody shook his head, hoping that he'd gotten the names straight here. "I work for Bledstoe. He says pick her up, pick her up."
"You should call him." Jordan whispered.
"I will." Sara answered her. Jordan watched the golden glint of her eye. She was almost captivating. She turned back, watching Boscorelli make his way to the door before lifting her wrist to her lips. "I have a situation."
"Ow." It happened too quickly for him to explain. He'd laid Faith in the car and turned around. The next thing he knew he was being dropped on a table in a dark dusty house.
"Tell me about it." Switzer muttered, his feet clomping onto the end of the table.
"Faith.." He sat up quickly, scanning the room. Jordan looked at him sympathetically.
"They must have taken her. After that.. thing.. knocked us out." Kate muttered, wiping the blood off her chin.
"You left her there?" He grimaced, clutching at his ribcage.
"When I came to in the hallway she was gone. You were laying in the spot where the car used to be." Woody shot back defensively.
"They took her in the car." Bosco muttered, swinging his feet off the table and dropping unsteadily on his feet. He grasped at the edge of it until the dizziness lessened, then charged at the door.
"What are you going to do?" Woody yelled, limping forward.
"Find my partner."
"Where are you going?!"
"I don't know." He yelled back before tossing the door open.
Maurice Boscorelli's mouth slipped open. Faith stood in front of him wet and shivering. He gasped at the fear in her eyes before grabbing her as her legs buckled beneath her.