Opening the note, she read it.
Abigail Lincoln-
you have been invited to join a crime-fighting agency called CRS (Criminal Removal Society. Please come for an informational meeting at the alley between Prentice and Smith Road at 7:00 tonight.
-Big Tom-
Numbuh Five was curious about this whole thing. Who was Big Tom? Why did they want her? Why wasn't the rest of her team clued in on this? Well, she decided she had better head out, because it was already 6:50, and she didn't want to be late. As she walked through the fog of the night, she heard a man's ragged breathing.
"Big Tom," She called out in a weak voice, "I'm here for the meeting." Suddenly a large man in a trench coat entered her vision, he was puffing smoke out of his mouth and glaring at her. "Very good," he said, "Give me your arm." The young African-American was confused but presented her skinny arm to the large man. He grabbed it and she began to scream.
"THAT HURTS," She screamed, for it felt like 20 nails were digging through her flesh. Then the world started to fog up, but she could still hear the dark figure whispering something in another language. Then she blacked out. Hours later she awoke, everything was foggy, but the thing she could sense was being surrounded by police officers.
"Miss," One of them asked, "Why are you out so late."
"I was meeting Big Tom," She explained, "He was telling me about the CRS." "The CRS," The police officer said, "Big Tom died years ago, you don't need to act stupid."
"I'm Not."
"We'll trust you for now," The police officers explained, "But if we find out something else, then we will have to question your story." Abby ran away as fast as she could. She saw people crying around a dead body and figured that that was why the officers were out.
~*~*~*~*~*
When she got back to the tree house, she pulled off her backpack and sorted through it. Inside she discovered with horror that there was a knife, covered in freshly wet blood.
Abigail Lincoln-
you have been invited to join a crime-fighting agency called CRS (Criminal Removal Society. Please come for an informational meeting at the alley between Prentice and Smith Road at 7:00 tonight.
-Big Tom-
Numbuh Five was curious about this whole thing. Who was Big Tom? Why did they want her? Why wasn't the rest of her team clued in on this? Well, she decided she had better head out, because it was already 6:50, and she didn't want to be late. As she walked through the fog of the night, she heard a man's ragged breathing.
"Big Tom," She called out in a weak voice, "I'm here for the meeting." Suddenly a large man in a trench coat entered her vision, he was puffing smoke out of his mouth and glaring at her. "Very good," he said, "Give me your arm." The young African-American was confused but presented her skinny arm to the large man. He grabbed it and she began to scream.
"THAT HURTS," She screamed, for it felt like 20 nails were digging through her flesh. Then the world started to fog up, but she could still hear the dark figure whispering something in another language. Then she blacked out. Hours later she awoke, everything was foggy, but the thing she could sense was being surrounded by police officers.
"Miss," One of them asked, "Why are you out so late."
"I was meeting Big Tom," She explained, "He was telling me about the CRS." "The CRS," The police officer said, "Big Tom died years ago, you don't need to act stupid."
"I'm Not."
"We'll trust you for now," The police officers explained, "But if we find out something else, then we will have to question your story." Abby ran away as fast as she could. She saw people crying around a dead body and figured that that was why the officers were out.
~*~*~*~*~*
When she got back to the tree house, she pulled off her backpack and sorted through it. Inside she discovered with horror that there was a knife, covered in freshly wet blood.