Chapter 7
Inner Thoughts
The trail led The Outlaw to a factory, with pipes rooted from the ground and big machinery that occupy much of the space. From the looks of it, the factory was using the thermal heat beneath the ground to power the big machinery. Though the factory was closed for the night, he could hear the hissing of steam from the big machines. The place was dark and cold but his eyes manage to make out the shape of the objects. He then goes to the near window, to check what was happening outside. Just as he arrives to the window, he was blinded by the lights of the police vehicles.
No way he would escape during the night, the sewers were a maze and he would be dead before he could find out where was where. Sneaking on the back alley was another good idea, but looking at the increasing numbers of patrols personnel and also the addition of robots was a death wish. He decided to stay for the night, he was tired and he want to solve the problems when he gets enough shut eye.
He left the window and search for a place to get some rest. He started to stroll around, with his footsteps echoes the place, he was truly alone this time. Every door knob he twist was locked and if not, the rooms were only storage compartment that had no space to sleep or lie down
Then he saw a lighted room, not far from the current place he was. The door was open just enough to see a part of the room. He then moved towards the wall and beside the door, he walk slowly to make sure his footsteps was not noticeable. He stops when he was close to the door, he was hearing for voices or other manmade sounds, but only silence he could hear. He then nudge the door with Destiny, the door start to open slowly while making a creaking noise.
Then he push the door revealing the room, there was no one. The room seem to be a resting room but a decent one. It only had a small light bulb that lighted the room, a round table fit for two people at once and a used sofa that can fit 3 people at once. The ceiling was leaking water and the walls were old with its wallpaper being torn. it was not a hotel suite but beggars are not choosers, he decided to sleep at the room.
He put Destiny beside the sofa, leaning it to the wall. He then close the door but was not fully shut. He goes to the sofa and sat on it, he sunk into the sofa a bit, it was really used. He gets comfortable by moving a bit until a certain spot. He had nothing to do but to look at the color faded ceiling, then he started to ponder about his life.
He was alone, always. From start till now, there's nobody that he could ask help, to refer or even talk when it was hard. He accept the fact long ago when he was a cutthroat but times like this reminded him about the harshness of going solo.
The only person that he truly believed was TF, heck sometimes he can't even believe himself. When problems arrived, he was there to find a solution and to get away clean. Guess that's the reason why he didn't shoot TF as soon as he see him, he can't pull himself to kill an old friend. His betrayal was something that he didn't even thought even for a moment, he knew that TF would take a shot for him as he would do the same.
The pain and agony, he was at the tip of sanity during his imprisonment in the Locker. Just thinking about it angered him, fisting his right hand. Why, just why? Graves made a decision that the only reason why TF did what he had done was because he can. All the days of stealing, looting and heist were meant nothing to him, everything that he done was for his own good and only him. To TF, Graves was just only a mere a puppet.
He could only sigh for the moment, he was tired and thinking about killing him was not helping at all, it only provides unnecessary anger not drive. He had more important things to worry. Then he took out all of his cigar from one of his pocket . Unfortunately, there was only one cigar left. It was quite weird, he usually restock his cigar stock when it was only five left.
He hold the cigar with his two fingers and look at it, thinking whether to smoke it or not. The old brown colored cigar with some golden lining made him want to smoke it badly. But he put the cigar back to his cigar pocket and decided to save it later. He leaned to the sofa and close his eyes, he smiles as the sofa started to became more cozier. Guess old things are the best thought Graves. He was starting to drift to slumber as his muscles and eyes became weak.
"Good night, Destiny" he yawned and fell asleep.
A man peek to the lighted room, he made sure that he can't be seen by the person at the room. Then he realized it was the wanted man, Malcolm Graves. Shit! it's the Outlaw thought the man calm down just get out the place quietly and tell the Sheriff. The man nodded yeah that's a good idea, tell the Sheriff and she could handle the situation. He quietly get out from the factory and rush to the Sheriff Department.