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THE OAKWELL 100
Chapter Three
Mike Johnson sat in front of his computer staring at the screen when he saw the flash of lighting; great another electrical storm he thought, as he was a keen amateur photographer he grabbed his camera off the coffee table and rushed over to the window of his apartment hoping that there be another flash of lightening which he could capture on film. As he waited his eyes drifted to the rooftop of the next apartment building there he saw a teenage boy. Curiosity got the better of him using the zoom lens on his camera he zoomed closer to get a better look at what the teenager was doing. He watched opened mouth as the boy opened a silver case and started to assemble what looked like a rifle, immediately he started taking pictures as the teenager stood and walked over to the edge of the roof with the rifle, where he laid flat on his stomach and looked through the sight of the rifle. After few minutes the boy dismantled the rifle and then sat crossed leg on the roof. He was still clicking away when suddenly a man appeared out of nowhere wearing a long black overcoat; he walked leisurely over to the teenager.
"Where the hell did he come from" Mike asked himself
The man turned and looked directly at Mike, through the zoom lens Mike froze when he saw the man's yellow eyes looking at him; shocked he managed to take a picture. There was a sudden surge of power and Mike's computer crashed, for a split second Mike turned away from the window towards his computer when he looked back at the roof the man and teenage boy had gone. Quickly he scanned the roof searching frantically to catch any signs of them but when he couldn't see them he ran over to his small self made dark room and started developing the film. These pictures especially the one with the yellowed eyed man was going to make him a fortune and he intended to sell them to the highest bidder.
Hearing the news about Professor Williams being shot to death on the steps of the university, no more like assassinated it all started to make perfect sense to him, the teenager was one of the missing Oakwell 100. Mike Johnson spent the rest of the night phoning the press telling them he had photographs of the sniper who killed Professor Williams. Unfortunately the one picture that would have made him his fortune of the man with the yellows eyes hadn't developed well, for some unknown reason which he couldn't explain had turned out overexposed.
Early the next morning Mike Johnson was negotiating a price with a national newspaper when a knock came at the door and a male voice shouted out "open up FBI" then the door to his apartment was kicked in, before he had time to think about what was going on he was lying face down and handcuffed on the floor, while they searched his apartment for the photographs and the negatives. Once they had found them Agent Stevenson informed him as they took him down to the local police department that that the photos and negatives were evidence in an ongoing murder case.
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John Winchester read the article in the newspaper about the murder of Professor Williams. It said that the bullet had been fired from a sniper's rifle from a roof across from the university and the FBI had confirmed that the sniper was one of the missing Oakwell 100 but no name had been released to the press as yet. John walked over to the wall and marked Boston with a pin on his map.
Outside a black car drove into the Singer junkyard and parked up near the front door, FBI agents Stevenson and Anderson climbed out; looking around the place they each gave the other a look before ringing the door bell.
Hearing the doorbell Bobby answered the door and immediately recognized the two agents and by the looks on their faces it wasn't good news
"Hello, we would like to speak with John Winchester is he here?" Agent Stevenson asked
"Sure come in" Bobby replied stepping aside to allow them entry
John ran his hand over his unshaven face and looked puzzled at the wall full of newspaper clippings, what was the connection between the businessmen and the professor, why did the demon want them dead? John and Bobby had visited Jack Holroyd's widow and Professor Williams' daughter posing as detectives, the families had said that as far as they were aware they didn't know each other. Hearing footsteps John turned to see the Bobby enter the living room followed by the agents "John, FBI's here"
"We like to ask your some questions if that alright Mr Winchester" Agent Stevenson asked
"As something happened I don't know about?" John enquired looking from one agent to the other.
Agent Stevenson didn't sugar coat it for him he was straight to the point "We have evidence that your son Dean was the sniper that killed Professor Williams"
John collapsed into the nearest chair, Dean was alive; his eldest was alive, relief floated over him as his worst fear hadn't come true. Bobby walked over and put a hand on John's shoulder giving it a gentle squeeze before taking control of the situation, "What evidence?"
Agent Stevenson produced a brown envelope from his inside pocket and handed the photographs over to John "An Amateur photographer took these pictures of the sniper on the roof across from the university"
John eagerly took the envelope, taking out the photos he looked at each one carefully, they shown Dean on a roof with a sniper rifle, he noticed that Dean looked a little tired and his forehead was screwed into a frown like he was experiencing some sort of mild pain.
"Does Dean have any experience with firearms?" Stevenson asked
"What! Yeah handguns, shotguns, I taught him how to shoot and dismantle them for cleaning." John replied
"There not many who could have pulled a shot off like that, from that distance and hit the target with such accuracy" Anderson said
Thinking back to when he first taught his eldest how to shoot, how Dean had perfectly shot the row of cans off the wall "Dean a natural with guns" John replied with pride, Bobby nodded his head in agreement.
"Why did you teach him to use firearms?" Agent Stevenson asked
"Protection mainly also a little hunting" John replied truthfully but it was for hunting the supernatural not animals
Agent Stevenson noticed for the first time that the room was full of books, Singer must really like reading then his eyes fell on the newspaper articles pinned to the wall, curiosity getting the better of him he walked across the room for a closer look.
Seeing the locations of where the bodies of the dead Oakwell 100 had been found and the resent sightings had all been marked on a large map "Interesting" he said over his shoulder
John could see no reason not to tell them what he and Bobby were doing "We've been trying to find a connection between Holroyd and Williams, why someone would want them dead"
Turning away from the wall Agent Stevenson asked "Any luck so far?"
"Not yet" Bobby replied as he handed the photos back to Agent Anderson "did the witness say anything which could help?"
"Not really" Agent Stevenson laughed "I think he was on some kind of acid trip because he kept going on about the man who appeared on the roof with Dean having yellow eyes, anyway that's all for now, we'll be in touch"
"What man?" John snapped
"After Dean shot the professor a man appeared on the roof before they both disappeared; our amateur photographer friend took a over exposed picture of him, we've got our best guys were on it so we can identify him"
Bobby showed the two agents out and then returned to the living room, John was stood facing the wall "The son of a bitch his using my boys to do his dirty work for him, we've got to get them back and I don't care how" John slammed his fist on the wall "Change our names, disappear, go so deep no one can find us"
Hearing the anger and frustration in John's voice Bobby sighed "I know John, what ever it takes we'll get them back"
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Two weeks later on a cloudy Sunday morning in a small Philadelphia catholic church a priest was preparing for his Sunday service as usual, he laid the hymn books out on the pews like he always did, normally he would take his time but this morning he was in a hurry because he wanted to go see a sick parishioner before the service, quickly glancing around to make sure everything was in order he closed the church door behind him. As he closed the door he didn't notice the church lights flickering. Crossing the busy road there was another flash of lighting; he noted as he continued on his way down the road that this was the third day in a row that they had suffered electrical storms. In the vestry Sam lay on the floor at his side was a backpack.
Sam climbed out of the blackness and opened his eyes; he knew what he had to do, he had to "Kill Father O'Reilly, you have to kill Father O'Reilly" the voice in his head told him. Taking the backpack he walked stiffly out of the vestry, his muscles were sore as he went over to the pulpit, from the backpack he took out two blocks of explosives and attached them to the inside the pulpit. He then went to the back pew and sat down. "Failure is not an option, failure is death"
A few people had already gathered inside the church by the time the priest returned. Some of the people looked at Sam and smiled as they walked up the aisle and sat down on their usual pew, one woman stopped to talk Sam "Are you alright dear, you look a little pale?" she looked around "Are you with some one?"
Sam looked at the women and replied politely "Don't worry I'm fine, my father will be along shortly"
"Ok dear" the woman walked on and found her usual pew.
Now ready the priest came out of the vestry and walked over to the pulpit; seeing the priest the congregation fell silent as they waited for the priest to start his sermon.
As the congregation settled to listen to the priest Sam lifted his backpack off the floor and reached inside, he removed a small device. "Kill Father O'Reilly, you have to kill Father O'Reilly" Standing up he walked towards the church door glancing back over his shoulder at the pulpit before he quickly exited.
As he crossed the road Sam pressed the button on the device; "Failure is not an option, failure is death" behind him he heard the loud bang of the explosion, the short silent that followed and then the loud screaming. Sam walked calmly down an alley, at the end he sat down crossed legged and waited. He could hear the sirens approaching and people running, women screaming.
A blonde haired man in his thirties wearing a blood sprayed shirt ran out of the church yelling to passers-by "have you seen a teenage boy with brown hair about thirteen or fourteen, he left the church less than a minute ago?"
An elderly woman pointed with her arthritic finger towards the alley "I saw a boy enter that alley over there"
"Thanks" the man shouted over his shoulder as he ran across the road and into the alley, not seeing the boy he moving down the alley searching behind every dumpster but when he got to the end he realised the boy had vanished into thin air. He put his hands behind his head and looked around the alley in disbelieve.
FBI agents Stevenson and Anderson arrived in Philadelphia by helicopter as soon as they landed there was a car waiting for them to take them to the church. On route they sat in silence knowing what the other was thinking; it was the work of the Oakwell 100. As the car pulled up at the church the agents could see that the press were already there with their cameras rolling. Agent Stevenson broke the silence "see the circus has arrived"
"Just what we need" Agent Anderson replied
Stepping out of the car they headed quickly towards the church doors, they were half way there when the news reporter Sally Brown appeared in front of Agent Stevenson thrusting a microphone into his face, immediately behind her was a cameraman filming.
"Has it been confirm yet that the boy was one of The Oakwell 100?" she demanded to know
Lifting his hand up to shield his face from the cameraman he tried to push his way past her with a "No comment" remark
Sally Brown wasn't put off "Have you any idea why the priest was targeted by the Oakwell 100?"
Once again Stevenson replied with a "no comment", he had learnt from past experiences not to say too much to the press especially on camera
Once inside the church Agent Stevenson looked around at the damage before asking a forensics man who was kneeling down near a pew which man was in charge. The guy looked up and yelled "Hi, Patterson, the feds have arrived"
A rather over weight detective with receding hair who had been talking to a witness walked towards them "Neil Patterson, I'm in charge here"
"I'm Stevenson and he's Anderson so what we got so far?"
"Well we're still scrapping the priest of the walls," Patterson replied with his dry sense of humour. "The explosion came from the pulpit, looks like the kid didn't care much for the priest sermons, the pulpit and the first two rows of pews got the worst of it"
Walking near to the pulpit Agent Anderson asked "How many died?"
"Just the priest Patrick O'Reilly so far, the badly injured were taken to the local hospital" Patterson replied
Agent Stevenson pulled out a note pad from his pocket and scribbled down the priests' name "So what do we have on the boy?"
"Thirteen or Fourteen years old, brown shaggy hair, he was wearing jeans and a white T-shirt" Patterson replied "According to eye witnesses the boy left the church before the explosion and then vanished into thin air down a dead end alley"
"Ok, I want a list of witnesses and their addresses" Agent Stevenson ordered. "O and let me know what forensics find"
"Sure" Patterson said as he walked away
"So what's the connection between a priest, a businessman and a professor, why target them?" Agent Anderson asked as he watched the forensic team at work
"Beats me" Agent Stevenson replied "If we find the connection we can figure out whose next on the list?"
John and Bobby sat in front of the small TV in Bobby living room watching Sally Brown reporting from Philadelphia,
"It has not yet been confirm if the boy was one of the Oakwell 100, eyewitnesses said he was thirteen or fourteen with dark shaggy hair, one woman spoke to him, he told her that he was waiting for his father, she said he had a really lovely smile and couldn't believe he would do such an evil thing as this. The local community are shock at this tragedy, Patrick O'Reilly was a pillar of the community; he always had time for everyone....." John had heard enough he switched off the TV; one single word passed his lips as he walked from the room "Sammy"
Bobby stood and walked over to the window he watched as John picked up a crowbar, with utter rage he brought it crashing down time and time again onto the bonnet of an old car before he collapsed to the ground exhausted.
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Dr Juliet Morris was starting yet another twelve hour Saturday night shift as she entered the Chicago Memorial Hospital. Looking round the emergency room she approached the front desk, "Hi Libby, seems quiet at the moment I hope it stays this way"
"Wishful thinking, so far we had a man brought in with a bullet wound, he's in room four, I've informed the cops and they'll be here shortly,"
"Ok, I take a look but I could do with some black coffee first" Juliet turned and walked down the corridor
"Sure" Libby replied
Half an hour later and the emergency room was heaving with injured people; the cops had turned up to question the man with the bullet wound and Libby was rushed off her feet when the phones never stopped ringing and to top it all the lights in the emergency room started flickering "O great that's all I need" she said under her breath.
The main doors to the emergency room automatically opened as a teenage boy walked in, he walked quickly through the waiting area passed the reception desk and up the corridor towards the examination rooms. Libby saw him "excuse me you can't go in there" she called out; jumping up from her seat she started to follow him but was stopped by a woman needing urgent medical attention.
The teenage boy walked into the room where Juliet Morris was examining an unconscious man "Kill Doctor Juliet Morris, kill Doctor Juliet Morris" the words ran through his head.
The doctor turned and came face to face with the boy; he pulled out a gun from the back of his jeans and pushed it into her face. She stepped back in shock knocking over a tray of medical instruments; they clattered loudly to the floor
"Please, don't shoot" she held up her hands palms out as she tried to calm her racing heart; it didn't take a genius to work out he fitted the Oakwell 100 profile, she thought maybe she could reason with him "What's your name?"
The question caught the boy off guard; he looked her confused "Jonas Danielson"
"Jonas you don't have to do this, I can help you, what happen is not your fault; you drank some contaminated water and its making you kill against your will"
"Disobedience is unacceptable" it was nearly a whisper
"What?"
Jonas gun hand started to shake "I have to kill you"
"No Jonas you have a choice"
"Lady you don't get it failure is not an option, failure is death"
"Who told you that?" Juliet asked
"The yellow-eyed Father"
TBC