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Breaking Point
Chapter 14
Hours passed and Olivia Dunham still had nothing more to go on than she had earlier. She couldn't find any more information on Big Eddie and she finally came to the conclusion that he knew how to cover his tracks very well. She hoped the team of agents at the FBI who were also looking for Peter were having better luck, but she knew that if that were the case he would have been found already. Finally, she decided to take a break. She had been working nonstop for the past couple of days and hadn't gotten much sleep. As she began to head towards her bedroom for much needed sleep it hit her.
The pain of the headache crashed through Olivia's skull and she let out a small scream as she crumpled to the floor. She curled into a ball with her head in her hands as the visions started.
Peter was there. He was sitting on the floor with his back to the wall of the small room he was in. His face was bruised and bloody, his breaths were shallow and short, and he kept his arms wrapped around his chest, trying to stop the pain he felt from his broken ribs. Olivia could see that he looked saddened and defeated, but there was still a small hint of determination in his face that told her if he was given the chance to fight back he would most definitely take it.
Olivia concentrated on the vision of Peter. She tried to block out the pain and everything else around her so she could look for something, anything, that might tell her where Peter was being kept. And then she saw it. There was a small, dirty window above Peter's head and although it was dark outside a street lamp illuminated a set of street signs on the corner.
The headache soon stopped and Olivia's mind was reeling, but her body was moving on autopilot. She couldn't decide what do to. Should she call Broyles and let him handle it? Or would it be better to simply go alone? She found herself gathering her gun and her keys. Apparently I'm going by myself. She thought.
The drive to the old warehouse on the corner where the two streets met was quiet. Olivia was alone with her thoughts and she wondered what she was doing. Was Big Eddie waiting for her? Was Peter ok? What would Broyles say if he knew what she was doing? What was she doing? She was parked across the street from the warehouse when she realized that she didn't have a plan. However, she couldn't just sit there and do nothing while waiting for backup. She had to save Peter before he was hurt even worse than he already was.
Olivia's brain was telling her no, but she got out and walked towards the building anyway. She sent a quick text to Broyles, simply giving him the address before readying her gun. She tried to look through the window that faced the signs, but it was too dark to see anything. The building seemed to be abandoned, but she knew it wasn't.
Olivia tried the door and was surprised to find it unlocked. She was greeted with one large room and a long hallway to the right. The room was empty except for mountains of dust and dirt. She made her way through the dark towards the hallway where a faint light was emanating from behind a closed door.
She crept quietly down the hall and quickly reached the first door. In addition to light coming from behind it, Olivia could also hear voices from inside the room. Male voices laughed, glasses clinked, and Olivia passed by the door. Once she reached the end of the hall she came to a door not like the rest. It was bigger, sturdier, and more intimidating. Unlike the others this one had a lock on it. The key was conveniently placed on a hook nearby.
Olivia's heart seemed to pound through her chest. She didn't know how she knew, but she was sure Peter was on the other side of the door.