Part 17
We can Be Heroes
We are coming down to the wire, to use an old cliche, only twenty minutes to find out if we were staking out the wrong location.(I had checked my connections at other phone booths around town, they are still there, and promise to stay there till I get the word,) We have both become quiet now, no more phone calls to relatives, and friends, no more checking his information on line, just sitting. I am glad it is only twenty minutes, I have been on longer stakeouts, and I could handle that, if it wasn't for the circumstances. It feels weird finding out all these things about Eberts. Things with the way I have been acting towards him, I would never know. Maybe I should try what one of my teams had suggested, when I see her on her way, have Claire go over and use the phone, but we couldn't hold her on anything, well not yet.
The long wait during a stakeout is what I hate, and the last few minutes seem the hardest. This is the time if you haven't done it before, you must be perfectly still. I hope the official is hooking up the tracking device to the phone like I told him. Though we may not need it. Going through the information on Eberts, I still don't know why this Raven wants him. He is just a quiet little person, and he never hurts anyone, though he does have bouts of mental problems, though we all do, and he pretty much keeps to a small group of people, none which could be considered bad. Except maybe his ambulance chasing brother, -or- his ex-marine father , there would be no reason to kidnap him, and send the ransomed note to the agency. Maybe, it isn't about eberts, maybe their is an alternitive motive but what.
I peer through my binocluars at the phone booth. It is old and dilapadated, the red paint chipping off. Why would the raven choose it? Why would she have choosen the post office, that post office is very little used, and is about to be closed. Why a very little traffic place?My thoughts are interrupted, Claire's cell phone rings.
" 'Ello..." Claire rolls her eyes. I can hear the deep voice on the other side."I need a shot."
"Darien, I am kind of busy, right now!" She raises an eyebrow, and looks around for some leaves to crumble next to the phone.
I hear his laugh, "Hey Darien, do you know I can hear you on the phone?"
"I know, anyway, I need you both to listen. We found a raven feather at the contamination site."
That's the Modius Operandi of the Raven, I wonder if the cases are connected.They can't be connect can they.If, so what is the connection? Does it have something to do with the agency? What exactly would this raven person want with the agency? Maybe another group is involved. Chrysallis? De Fohn? If so which one? And what personal vendetta are they setting out against this time?
"Alex? Alex, you're spacing out!" Claire puts the cell phone back in her pocket.Her brown eyes, looking through binoclaurs, are turned towards the telephone booth.
"Sorry, I was just thinking of something. What did Darien say, after I spaced out?" I laugh nervously, like I am joking. It sounds foreign to me, maybe she won't pick it up though.
She doesn't turn towards me. "Nothing much, except, they have the tracer on the official's phone, so we can find the location if not her, and they are going to run all The Raven files to see if they find anything simillar to these two cases."
I nod. "Sounds good." I murmur.I glance at my watch, ten minutes left to go. Hopefully, after that I can grab a bite to eat, and figure something out from there.
We can Be Heroes
We are coming down to the wire, to use an old cliche, only twenty minutes to find out if we were staking out the wrong location.(I had checked my connections at other phone booths around town, they are still there, and promise to stay there till I get the word,) We have both become quiet now, no more phone calls to relatives, and friends, no more checking his information on line, just sitting. I am glad it is only twenty minutes, I have been on longer stakeouts, and I could handle that, if it wasn't for the circumstances. It feels weird finding out all these things about Eberts. Things with the way I have been acting towards him, I would never know. Maybe I should try what one of my teams had suggested, when I see her on her way, have Claire go over and use the phone, but we couldn't hold her on anything, well not yet.
The long wait during a stakeout is what I hate, and the last few minutes seem the hardest. This is the time if you haven't done it before, you must be perfectly still. I hope the official is hooking up the tracking device to the phone like I told him. Though we may not need it. Going through the information on Eberts, I still don't know why this Raven wants him. He is just a quiet little person, and he never hurts anyone, though he does have bouts of mental problems, though we all do, and he pretty much keeps to a small group of people, none which could be considered bad. Except maybe his ambulance chasing brother, -or- his ex-marine father , there would be no reason to kidnap him, and send the ransomed note to the agency. Maybe, it isn't about eberts, maybe their is an alternitive motive but what.
I peer through my binocluars at the phone booth. It is old and dilapadated, the red paint chipping off. Why would the raven choose it? Why would she have choosen the post office, that post office is very little used, and is about to be closed. Why a very little traffic place?My thoughts are interrupted, Claire's cell phone rings.
" 'Ello..." Claire rolls her eyes. I can hear the deep voice on the other side."I need a shot."
"Darien, I am kind of busy, right now!" She raises an eyebrow, and looks around for some leaves to crumble next to the phone.
I hear his laugh, "Hey Darien, do you know I can hear you on the phone?"
"I know, anyway, I need you both to listen. We found a raven feather at the contamination site."
That's the Modius Operandi of the Raven, I wonder if the cases are connected.They can't be connect can they.If, so what is the connection? Does it have something to do with the agency? What exactly would this raven person want with the agency? Maybe another group is involved. Chrysallis? De Fohn? If so which one? And what personal vendetta are they setting out against this time?
"Alex? Alex, you're spacing out!" Claire puts the cell phone back in her pocket.Her brown eyes, looking through binoclaurs, are turned towards the telephone booth.
"Sorry, I was just thinking of something. What did Darien say, after I spaced out?" I laugh nervously, like I am joking. It sounds foreign to me, maybe she won't pick it up though.
She doesn't turn towards me. "Nothing much, except, they have the tracer on the official's phone, so we can find the location if not her, and they are going to run all The Raven files to see if they find anything simillar to these two cases."
I nod. "Sounds good." I murmur.I glance at my watch, ten minutes left to go. Hopefully, after that I can grab a bite to eat, and figure something out from there.