Chapter 3
*Disclaimer: I still don't own any characters but Vivian!
"Where is he?" Rebecca asked, frustrated. "We have been waiting for over an hour, and he is still not here."
"He must be pretty busy. I think he is where the inmates are. Wherever that is." Doc responded.
"That is something else he needs to tell us." Rebecca muttered. Just then, the door whooshed open, and there he was. Finally.
"Hauser. Finally. We found something important. We think it's another sixty-three. But we're not exactly sure." She said, glancing at Doc, and then pulling the bag with the arrow out of the bag slung over her arm.
"I was afraid this would happen. And obviously it is happening now." He took the bag, turned around, and gestured to the conference room. "Come with me. Both of you." Rebecca and Doc exchanged glances, and then followed him in.
Once they were all seated, Hauser pulled a file from the briefcase he was holding and set it on the table. They all just stared at it for a moment.
"Is this an inmate file?"
"Yes. It is. But look." He flipped it open. On the first page was an entering prisoner report, with a young woman's mug shots paper clipped to the page. She was smiling in a way that was unerving as she clutched the little board with her number on it.
"What? What the heck was a girl doing as a prisoner on Alcatraz?" Rebecca asked, clearly shocked.
"That is the sixty-three we are dealing with now. Number 2067. Vivian-Antoinette Blanch. She was in her early twenties when she disappeared. She is extremely dangerous, by Alcatraz standards, and was kept mostly a secret."
"Which by Alcatraz standards is pretty dangerous. But what does she have to do with the arrow?" Rebecca asked again, still in shock.
"That is one of the ways she killed. Or kills, I guess, now speaking. She also worked as an highly paid. . . assassin, if you will. She is also quite handy with a knife, in terms of throwing and accuracy. So, that basically means that her strong point is aim, with a bit of physics."
"This just keeps getting weirder and weirder." She muttered, shaking her head slowly as she read through the file. "You've been awfully quiet." She said to Doc.
"I just can't believe that after years of researching Alcatraz, and all its inmates that I didn't come across any of this. They did a really good job keeping this secret."
"Huh. They really did. Well, what about the arrow? There's something besides gold paint and blood on this thing."
"Yeah, I suppose there is." Hauser said, leaning over it to see. "We should go get this tested." He then stood up.
"Yeah. I suppose we should." Rebecca said, standing up as well.
"Wait." Doc said. "Just a quick question."
"Yes?" Hauser sighed.
"How did she get to Alcatraz anyway?"