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'How long are we in here?'
'No idea. Hours? Days? I lost my feeling for time.'
'Me too.' Greg buried his face in his hands and breathed heavily. 'Db?' he softly said. 'What if Morgan is… y'know, getting her contractions, or… already giving birth and I- I don't even know and I'm not there…' Russell didn't know how to answer this. He was quiet for a minute and looked at the young man. He couldn't really see him, it was so dark… but his eyes got accustomed to the black.
'Bud, I don't know how to say this… but please listen. If you keep on thinking about that… you can do that, but it won't help you. It won't fix while you sit there doing nothing. I know you can't do much in this situation. Maybe we should do something… just something so we can kill the time.'

'But what should we do? We're trapped, there is nothing in here, we already tried to escape but we're sure that that is impossible! All we have is our kits, phones without a signal and a flashlight.'

'Do you still have evidence in your kit?' DB said after a little pause. Greg opened it.

'No… I gave it all to the others,' Greg sighed sadly. He slipped down against the wall and stared into the air. His eyes and DB's eyes as well, were accustomed to the darkness. Again, a silence fell. For minutes, or were it hours, they sat and were lost in their own thoughts.

What if my children are born? What if one of them died? Or both? What if Morgan… what if Morgan died? He shivered. I want to be with her, or them, I don't even know if I'm already a father! This is so unfair… I can't do anything… DB, he seems so strong and calm, he will get us out of here. He has so much experience, I can trust him.

DB sat up a bit. I am old, not extremely old, but I'm not a youngster anymore. I'm trapped in here, it's cold and clammy, moist… But Greg Sanders is here, young, strong, skilled… I'm happy he is here.

'Did you ever experienced anything like this? I mean- being locked up without knowing if, when and how you get out?' Greg suddenly asked. Maybe it was just to have a subject to talk about.

'No… Not really. I've been through a lot in my career, but nothing like this… I nearly drowned once, but I was saved by my supervisor at the time. I've nearly been shot…' Greg's eyes were big.

'You must've been scared. Have you… ever been kidnapped?' It was weird to hear those questions, normally you wouldn't ask something like that, but with this job… and this situation? Maybe it was even weirder to answer them calmly.

'No, happily not. Nearly been held hostage, but I was rescued just in time.'

'Sorry I didn't rescue you this time.' Greg mumbled. Russell looked at him, but Greg stared down and scratched in the ground with a sharp stone.

'Don't be sorry, Greg. There is no way one of us could've been saved,' Russell smiled and Greg looked up, 'have you been through things like this?' he asked on his turn. Greg shook his head.

'Things… Things happened to me, but no…' He bit his lip.

'What exactly happened to you? If you don't wanna talk about it…' Greg began to scratch in the ground again.

'Once, the lab exploded while I was in there. I was… wounded and I had to go to the hospital. It had been an accident. And once… once I killed someone. We had those gangs back those days who liked to kick and hit random people. 'Fannysmackin' , you know. I was heading to a crime scene when I saw such a gang beating and kicking a man, in a dark alley. I tried to make them move, but one didn't listen and… and I hit him with the car. His friends took revenge by…' Greg shivered softly but tried to hide it. He swallowed. 'By grabbing me out of the car and kicking the hell outta me.' Russell never heard of this story but he saw why; Greg didn't like talking about it. He was biting his lip and breathing heavier.

'You… you must've been scared when that happened. Did you guys get them?'

'Yeah we finally did. But I… I am still scared that they once will take revenge again…' Suddenly Greg's head shot up and he stared at Russell. 'What if this… this is that revenge?'

'Greg I don't think so.'

'Why not?!' Greg jumped up and searched the big doors. 'We don't know anything! Maybe this is an accident, but I think not!' Russell stood up as well and tried to find Greg by the shadows and his voice.

'Greg calm down! We already know we're not able to get outta here without help.'

'Who cares about that?!' Greg screamed angrily and began to push against the door. He smashed his whole body against it, so loud bangs echoed through the building, but without success.

'SANDERS!' Greg stopped, gave one last angry kick against the wood and glared at Russell.

'What else should I do then?' he scoffed.

'We have to wait, we both don't like that but it's all we can do right now!' Greg sighed and searched for the wall again. There he sat down. DB found him and sat down. He carefully put his arm around Greg.

'We shouldn't fight. All we have is the presence of the other and we should be careful with that.'

'You're right…' Greg mumbled, and they both grew quiet.

X

'Morgan how are you doing?' Nick asked.

'I'm okay, how's it going?' She sat up and rubbed her eyes. It was a miracle she had slept, just for half an hour though.

'We've been working for a like eleven hours now and those bastards still didn't call! We went to the shop of those playing cards to ask who bought them but it had been an order. Henry's running the IP.'

'Great.' Suddenly she grabbed her stomach. Nick jumped up.
'What? Are you okay?'
'Yeah… yeah I'm fine… okay…'
'Morgan! Are you sure?' Morgan nodded.

'I'm gonna make someone watch you so you won't be alone.' A few minutes later, a very nervous David Hodges sat down in another chair. Morgan rolled her eyes. If there was one person that would totally freak out and panic, it was Hodges.

Nick walked away, knowing that everybody would hear the panicking screams of Hodges when something was happening.

He couldn't help but walk into Russel's office, where Brass was sitting now. He looked worried and tired.

'I just don't know what we can do anymore, Nick.'

'Me neither.' Brass nodded at a chair where Nick could sit down on. He obeyed, rested his head on his hand and thought. He just thought, but everything he could think of they had already done. And then, it happened. The phone rang, The phone. Brass grabbed it from the desk and looked at Nick, who stood right next to him. He picked up.

'Eleven damn hours, why did you guys have to wait eleven fucking hours!'

'I would watch my words if I were you, cop.'

'What do you want?'

'Pleasure, nothing more. But that's not why I'm calling, all I wanna say is that you guys can enter that old building safely.'

'What?' Brass frowned at Nick who was listening as well and had a worried glance on his face.

'Just go, I promise none of you will die because of that.'

'And why should we trust you?' All they had to do was keep the guy talking so they could find out more, this was all they had.

'Well you don't have to trust me, of course. Then you don't go there. That's fine by me as well.' Nick moaned softly and buried his face in the palms of his hands.

'Who are you?'

'Don't ask the cheeky questions.'

'What do you want from us? Money?' A soft, humourless laugh sounded from the phone.

'I don't want money, my friend.' The voice of the man drooled of to a quiet whisper. 'I just want to play with your brains, kill your mind. You guys are always so… so smart, good, you always seem to catch the killer, always find satisfaction… in my eyes, that's not fair. Really unfair.' Jim and Nick were staring at each other while they began to understand what kind of guy this was.

'You don't have to do this, you know. Don't do this, please.'

'But I'm so close. Why shouldn't I? I was only calling to say that you can enter that building safely.' And finally, the beeps sounded. A hopeless Brass, staring at the phone. Nick let out a scream, full of pain and kicked the desk.

'Damn!' he cursed and let out another scream. 'He's killing me!' Brass grabbed both Nick shoulders and made him look him in the eye.

'Nick, calm down! We should tell the others and think of what we should do. Go there or not.'

'Yeah… you're right.'

They were both sleeping, their heads resting on their shoulder, lying very uncomfortably against the wall. Greg was only wearing his trousers, sweat streaming down his chest and face. His hair was sticking on his head, he was short of breath. A sound outside made him open his eyes. He was still half asleep, but he knew where they were. Another sound and suddenly a beam of light which made him put his arms before his face. He felt how Russell woke up as well.

'Nick…?' Greg mumbled, he couldn't see what was happening. They heard footsteps coming closer.

'Hey!' DB yelled, but the sun was so fierce that all they could see was a silhouette. No answer, the shadow just came closer. A blow, a thump against Greg's head. He moaned, but he couldn't do anything anymore. He just slumped to the ground while the pain in his head got worse, and he lost consciousness.

X

Tense, they drove to the terrain and stopped right before the building. Nothing, no people, no weird or suspicious things. Nick jumped out of the car and jumped on the hot gravel.

He ran to the building while grabbing his gun. The others followed him and just before he wanted to open the doors, he turned around and faced Brass, who silently nodded. He pushed away the heavy doors. They were all quiet, trying to look into the dark building. Nick grabbed his flashlight and he shone it around in the building.

'They're not here.' Nick whispered. A tear appeared in his eye but he walked into the building and began to look better, but he couldn't find anything.

'No, they're gone!' he yelled and closed his eyes for a second, ignoring the voices of the others. When he opened them he suddenly saw something lying on the floor. He ran to it and kneeled down.

'They've been here, Brass! It's…' the supervisor sat down next to him. 'It's Greg's shirt.' Nick mumbled. 'We're too late. They're gone.' He looked at Brass. 'We could've known!' his stomach felt so empty, but he was nauseous as well. 'Why else would they let us in?' Nick got on his feet, still holding Greg's shirt. His face was one of fear, pain and despair. He ran out of the building, leaving Brass with a glance of ultimate concentration. Nick was heavily breathing while he pulled out his phone. He had to call Morgan.


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