0913 Zulu
The Kahala Hotel
Honolulu, Hawaii
The concierge opened the door closely followed by the worried man. "Damned tourists wasting my time," he thought. Moving to a bank of monitors he hoped to soon dispel the man's worry once and for all and finally to be able to go home. He brought up the date when the man's kid left his room and he played the footage.
Jay entered the security office at the hotel. He followed the man as he walked to the monitors. Watching the footage he hoped to see where Bradin went. Watching the eerie green glow of the night time security camera strained his eyes. Staring at the screen he was about to leave and search the beach once again when he saw what looked like Bradin's wetsuit in the picture.
The concierge stopped the footage. "Can you zoom in and clean up the footage" the Australian asked. Grudgingly he zoomed in and ordered told the computer to sharpen the image. A teenager around eighteen or nineteen appeared on the screen.
Jay waited for the image to sharpen. What the hell was taking so long he thought. As the computer finally finished sharpening the image the image disappeared momentarily and finally came back up. Sure enough it was Bradin walking towards a dark path at the back of the hotel. "What up the path," Jay questioned.
There's a beach up there but most people don't go surfing there, said the man. "Do you know why mate," Jay questioned. "Well the waves are probably the best in the region but there is a bunch of coral that's hidden under the waves". How dangerous is it Jay asked. I nearly got killed there once. "Only the best surfers here ever try to attempt to surf that beach," responded the concierge.
Follow me said Jay as he ran out of the room and down the stairs. Exiting into the lobby he made a beeline for that beach with the concierge followed close behind. Reaching the beach he looked around the beach. Jay saw nothing except the sun worshippers basking in its rays and old men with metal detector combing the beach. Damn nothing he thought. He dialed Bradins cell phone again nothing. But then he saw a couple of old men look at a trash can strangely. Running over to the trash can he dialed the number again. Through the empty soda bottles and fast foods bags he heard a slight ringing. Sticking his had into the garbage he pulled out a soiled jacket for the bottom of the can. The jacket was covered in soda, ketchup, and the other juices that lurked at the bottom of a trash can. Peeling off an old wrapper he saw the Playa Linda screened on the back of the jacket. Turning it around he saw Playa Linda High School logo and Bradins name embroiled on the jacket. Then it hit him this was Bradins surf team jacket from high school. Unzipping a pocket he found Bradins cell phone still locked he held the filthy jacket in tightly in his hands as waves of panic rushed over him. Slowly his face deathly white he turned towards the ocean and he knew that Bradin was somewhere out there.
Jay ran franticly to the concierge. Bradin is out there mumbled Jay said in a shaky tone. "I found his stuff showing the concierge the cell phone" still clutching Bradin's jacket.
The concierge saw man holding a soiled jacket and a cell phone. Oh God he thought to himself as Jay told him the news so he was out there in the ocean. Franticly he picked up the walkie talkie and informed his supervisor.