Part 5
Operation G.E.O.
The Official has this new spangled idea, its called Operation G.E.O, which stands for Get Eberts Out. We get to find Eberts friends, and look for any possible leads. The woman has escaped, and as a side note, we get to find her as well.We have been broken up into little scouting teams, me with Alex, and the Keeper with Robert. We are all hoping this will work.
We decide to go check out a little cafe that artists hang out at.It is a small imitation of a Parisian cafe.Red and white checkered table cloths, expensive coffe, you know the works. We sip coffee, after watching that video, there is no way either of us could eat anything for awhile.Alex sits quietly, something aboutthis whole thing is bothering her, and I can't place my finger on it. She seems more concerned for someone then I have seen in a long time, and it is not just because we watched a fellow employee tortured. I know it is a factor in her concern now, but I can't read her. I never really could read her all the time, there is some demon inside of her, that makes her act out of normal, and she can't fight it, and it stops her from showing true feelings, just her tough exterior. I want to try something though.
"Hey, Alex, I am worried about Eberts." I watch her eyes, she doesn't look at me, but stares into her untouched coffee. I don't think she will be much of a conversationlist today.
"I am,too."
An uncomfortable silence settles, we are both to wrapped up in our own thoughts, probably ways we can save Eberts. I listen to the conversations around me, when one catches my attention.
"He wrecked his vehicle, Jaden is really a character! He does know he was kidnapped right?" A british voice says loudly. Could this conversation be any help. I listen harder.
"Oh, course, he does, his father is quite vocal, that his son managed to get kidnapped." Yes, reeled in a prize.
"Do you hear that Al?" I whisper. She nods. She throws on a serious face, and we walk over to the two gentlemen's table. It is so distubing sometimes how she can just hide her emotions. She needs to learn to let them out more, it'll be good for her.
"We are Human and Health Resource Officers. We would like to talk to you." Alex says to them.
"Do you work with Albert?" The non-british one ask. They both remind me of reporters,inconspicous brown hair, and blue eyes, ready to help out when ever not needed, but this time we do need them. I open my mouth to respond but Alex beats me to it.
"Yes, we do. We are trying to figure out where he may have been taken him." Alex says hastily.
"Nice introductions, love."The British one answers. I was going to introduce myself, but I guess Alex thinks she's running the show.She can have her little charade for now.
"I am sorry, we just found out he is being tortured, and we are trying to get him out as quick as we can. I am Alex Monroe, and this is Darien Fawkes. " I nod, and try to shake their hands. Alex blocks me, and the non-british one is going ashen.
"Is he, Is he alright?" He asks. I cut Alex off before she can answer. It is not the time for either of us to shift the truth. She nods, and lets me continue.
I shake my head. "For the short part we can actually watch of the video, he's in a lot of trouble, we really need your help."
"Well, this is his housemate, Benjamin Roberts, and I am Richard Smith, and we will do anything in our power to help."
We talk to them for fifteen minutes, obtaining all the information we could about anyone who may be out to get Eberts. Then, Hobbes pages us. I rush to the nearest payphone, leaving Alex to see if she can get anything else in general about Eberts. I don't know why, maybe personal curiousity, I should point out, it really isn't the time for that. I pick up the black phone. "Hello."
"We have tracked the girl to a place ten minutes away from the post office. We can see Eberts outside, they are whipping him with a hickory stick, The Official is having back up secure the premises, we need to get him out of their."
"We're on it." I say, hanging up the phone, and grab Alex away from Eberts friends.
"What did he say?" Alex quizzes me, with angry eyes, mainly because she knows I will not tell her.
"We don't have time for that!!!" we hop in my car and speed off.
We get their five minutes later. Whipping him with a hickory stick that is harsh. I hope he is not more whacked than Hobbes when he recovers from this. I pray, God will help him keep his sanity, we only need one psycho at the agency.
"We need to wait, till all the back up get here." Hobbes tells us, when we pull up. "They are on their way. One minute away."
"We need to go in there, and save him now." Alex says, and takes off in that direction.
"Alex, wait!!!" Me, Claire, and Hobbes call in unison. We are horrified. Now, is not the time for her to be playing Hero. We need to do this as a team.
I hear a gun shot, a few seconds later, it startles me. Claire drops frightened to the ground. I grab Hobbes's binoculars. "They
have Alex, and they shot Eberts! "I scream. I watch them drag them both into a black limousine. "They are taking them to a black limo!" Claire stands up and wipes herself off. She frowns. Concern is written all over her face, especially for Eberts who may be dead now. "We have to go after them." I tell them. They nod, and Claire, and Hobbes race for the van, and I for my lincoln. I know we are all praying Alex didn't cost Eberts his life. Praying, he has enough time left, for us to save him.
Operation G.E.O.
The Official has this new spangled idea, its called Operation G.E.O, which stands for Get Eberts Out. We get to find Eberts friends, and look for any possible leads. The woman has escaped, and as a side note, we get to find her as well.We have been broken up into little scouting teams, me with Alex, and the Keeper with Robert. We are all hoping this will work.
We decide to go check out a little cafe that artists hang out at.It is a small imitation of a Parisian cafe.Red and white checkered table cloths, expensive coffe, you know the works. We sip coffee, after watching that video, there is no way either of us could eat anything for awhile.Alex sits quietly, something aboutthis whole thing is bothering her, and I can't place my finger on it. She seems more concerned for someone then I have seen in a long time, and it is not just because we watched a fellow employee tortured. I know it is a factor in her concern now, but I can't read her. I never really could read her all the time, there is some demon inside of her, that makes her act out of normal, and she can't fight it, and it stops her from showing true feelings, just her tough exterior. I want to try something though.
"Hey, Alex, I am worried about Eberts." I watch her eyes, she doesn't look at me, but stares into her untouched coffee. I don't think she will be much of a conversationlist today.
"I am,too."
An uncomfortable silence settles, we are both to wrapped up in our own thoughts, probably ways we can save Eberts. I listen to the conversations around me, when one catches my attention.
"He wrecked his vehicle, Jaden is really a character! He does know he was kidnapped right?" A british voice says loudly. Could this conversation be any help. I listen harder.
"Oh, course, he does, his father is quite vocal, that his son managed to get kidnapped." Yes, reeled in a prize.
"Do you hear that Al?" I whisper. She nods. She throws on a serious face, and we walk over to the two gentlemen's table. It is so distubing sometimes how she can just hide her emotions. She needs to learn to let them out more, it'll be good for her.
"We are Human and Health Resource Officers. We would like to talk to you." Alex says to them.
"Do you work with Albert?" The non-british one ask. They both remind me of reporters,inconspicous brown hair, and blue eyes, ready to help out when ever not needed, but this time we do need them. I open my mouth to respond but Alex beats me to it.
"Yes, we do. We are trying to figure out where he may have been taken him." Alex says hastily.
"Nice introductions, love."The British one answers. I was going to introduce myself, but I guess Alex thinks she's running the show.She can have her little charade for now.
"I am sorry, we just found out he is being tortured, and we are trying to get him out as quick as we can. I am Alex Monroe, and this is Darien Fawkes. " I nod, and try to shake their hands. Alex blocks me, and the non-british one is going ashen.
"Is he, Is he alright?" He asks. I cut Alex off before she can answer. It is not the time for either of us to shift the truth. She nods, and lets me continue.
I shake my head. "For the short part we can actually watch of the video, he's in a lot of trouble, we really need your help."
"Well, this is his housemate, Benjamin Roberts, and I am Richard Smith, and we will do anything in our power to help."
We talk to them for fifteen minutes, obtaining all the information we could about anyone who may be out to get Eberts. Then, Hobbes pages us. I rush to the nearest payphone, leaving Alex to see if she can get anything else in general about Eberts. I don't know why, maybe personal curiousity, I should point out, it really isn't the time for that. I pick up the black phone. "Hello."
"We have tracked the girl to a place ten minutes away from the post office. We can see Eberts outside, they are whipping him with a hickory stick, The Official is having back up secure the premises, we need to get him out of their."
"We're on it." I say, hanging up the phone, and grab Alex away from Eberts friends.
"What did he say?" Alex quizzes me, with angry eyes, mainly because she knows I will not tell her.
"We don't have time for that!!!" we hop in my car and speed off.
We get their five minutes later. Whipping him with a hickory stick that is harsh. I hope he is not more whacked than Hobbes when he recovers from this. I pray, God will help him keep his sanity, we only need one psycho at the agency.
"We need to wait, till all the back up get here." Hobbes tells us, when we pull up. "They are on their way. One minute away."
"We need to go in there, and save him now." Alex says, and takes off in that direction.
"Alex, wait!!!" Me, Claire, and Hobbes call in unison. We are horrified. Now, is not the time for her to be playing Hero. We need to do this as a team.
I hear a gun shot, a few seconds later, it startles me. Claire drops frightened to the ground. I grab Hobbes's binoculars. "They
have Alex, and they shot Eberts! "I scream. I watch them drag them both into a black limousine. "They are taking them to a black limo!" Claire stands up and wipes herself off. She frowns. Concern is written all over her face, especially for Eberts who may be dead now. "We have to go after them." I tell them. They nod, and Claire, and Hobbes race for the van, and I for my lincoln. I know we are all praying Alex didn't cost Eberts his life. Praying, he has enough time left, for us to save him.