Chapter 6: Tainted Note


White Lies

Disclaimer: I do not own PRDT. I never have, and never will. The events in the story are based on "The Missing Bone", whatever happens after that may or may not be parallel to the actual storyline.

Author's Note: The story will be mostly Conner/Kira/Trent and will be written as a compilation of POVs.


Trent

After enduring several painfully boring days of lessons by Dad, including a science report about what we had learnt from the fieldtrip, I am surprised to find a note mysteriously tucked away in the side pocket of my bag pack. The handwriting is terribly messy, bordering on illegible, almost seemingly purposefully scribbled as a form of encryption. I had almost passed it off as rough paper that had been doodled on in class.

I have something you want. Meet me today in the museum at 6 pm. Come alone.

There is no name; no indication of who it could be. However, the choice of location piques my interest. More importantly, when had the note been delivered? How could I, a master of stealth, have been beaten at my own game right under my nose?

My mind struggles to recall the events of the day. I had slugged my bag pack around school with me for the entire day, which makes it almost impossible for the note to be delivered today. Unless…

Yes, I do remember bumping into Kira earlier in the day. It was brief, but she hurried off immediately without bothering to excuse herself, which is unlike her. Now what could the yellow ranger have that I want? Is she threatening to expose me as white ranger to Cassidy or the press with a piece of evidence if I don't stop what I am doing? Please. I can just as easily expose her and her friends.

I decide to go anyway, just to play along. I go an hour earlier to stake out at the location. Besides Frank, the burly security guard, there is no one else outside the museum. At 6 pm, still no one shows up. Just then, a beam of light sweeps past my location and stops.

"Hey, you over there! Come out with your hands behind your head!" yells the security guard, aiming his metallic torchlight at my hiding spot in the forest. He is holding the torchlight together with a dark coloured baton in one hand, while the other hand reaches for his holster at his side.

My muscles tense for a split second. Then they relax.

"Okay, okay! Frank, it's just me," I reply, stepping out of the forest in compliance.

"Oh, it's Mercer's kid. Trendall, right?"

"Trent," I quickly correct.

"So why are you hiding in the woods?" Frank asks with raised eyebrows.

My heart skips a beat.

"Oh darn. You caught me. Well done, Frank. You've passed the test."

"What test?"

"Oh, just standard procedure to test how alert the security guards are. You know how upper management is like," I blurt, shrugging my shoulders.

Frank's jaws stiffen.

"I see. By the way, the upper management is inside this building. They would like to see you now. I'd suggest you cooperate," Frank asserts, one hand clamping firmly on my forearm, the other nudging his holster.


TO BE CONTINUED...