Chapter 6: Searching

"You have to!"

"I Don't, Bob"

"Liar!"

"Calm down"

Bob glared at Agent Rick Dicker. "You want me to calm down!" he shouted at him, standing before his desk inside the NSA headquarters building. "You want me to calm down. While my daughter..." he said slowly. "Is missing, and you don't know where she is?" he asked in exasperation, waving his arms around.

Rick Dicker had worked with Bob, or Mr. Incredible, for a long, long time. He knew he was a hard man to get through too, he knew he would never give up on something he was determined to finish, and he knew that he needed to give up on this. "Listen" he said as he closed his office's blinds and sat back in his plush rolling chair, eying the Super. Bob reluctantly sat down, though he was still angry, confused and worried, that much was obvious. "I don't know where Violet is" he admitted, which was partially true. "You tell me she disappeared and we looked for her, we combed every square inch of ground within ten miles of your house, we never found a trace of her" that however, was not true, at least not the last part.

Bob eyed him back. "After ten, no, isn't it nearly nineteen years of knowing each other, and you still think you can lie to me?" Bob mocked sarcastically. "You know. You are the head of the NSA's Teen Super division, I saw you put that tracker in her during her NSA initiation exam. Just like you did with me, Dash and Helen. So why can't you just flip the thing open and find her?" he demanded.

Rick sighed and hit a button under his desk, moments later a pair of guards opened the doors and walked in, carrying stun guns. Just in case. "I'm Sorry it had to come to this..." Rick said softly, really meaning it.

"You know!" Bob called as they led him out, making no move to break free. Fighting him on this wouldn't help him find Violet, but making him feel bad would help him feel better. "You know!" and with that the door slammed shut.

Rick groaned and opened his cell, dialing a number that technically didn't exist and would never be found unless you knew it and gave the password. He whispered the code into the device and he was admitted through the defense wall. There was a soft click and a ruffling of papers.

"Hello?"

"This is getting out of control..."

"She wanted this"

"He didn't..."

"She's her own master now"

"Her mother cries every night. She thinks she's dead"

"Let her think that"

"You truly are evil"

"Comes with the job"

Rick sighed as he heard the click signaling fact that the debate was over. Violet Parr's life was now completely out of his control. He couldn't help his old friend anymore it seemed. He then glanced over at the sleek 9mm pistol laying on the edge of his desk, then shook his head. He still had a bit of fight left in him. Standing up, he left his office and nodded to his secretary. "I'm going to head out for the night Jenna. You can go home if you want" he said and continued on down towards the elevator.

A few minutes later and he was pulling out of the NSA HQ in his small black car, driving out onto the highway and then driving off towards the Parr's home. As he saw the sign telling him that the exit was coming up, he heard a soft click. Checking his pistol holster inside his jacket, he assured himself he was ok.

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Bob slammed the car door and then marched into his home, which was mostly quiet other then the T.V. Playing and Jack-Jack's drooling giggles. He couldn't believe his old friend would turn him away like that. He had to know something, he had seen it in his eyes. Putting his coat on a peg near the door, he walked into the living room to find Helen holding Jack-Jack, her eyes staring at the screen of the television. Walking over, curious, he saw a burning car smashed up against the wall of a highway, twenty feet from a exit turnoff. This was a bit surprising, but not that surprising. What really drew his attention was what the women was saying on the news report in the mini box to the left of the video.

"It appears that senior citizen Rick Dicker was killed today in a freak accident. Mr. Dicker was a business agent for the National Sales Alliance. His secretary said she saw him leave today, and less then a hour later, his car exploded under unknown reasons. We will give you more clear details when we return..."