White Lines White Lies

The Elevator

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Simon. Fucking. Cowell.

If I had known what I was getting into when I sighed with S1, I would've just stayed in school, and maybe played softball into college. I would do anything to go back to that time, but I guess it's just human nature to want what you can't have.

My day was yet again filled with paperwork, although, I wasn't getting much done, I was tired out of my mind. 

I was thankfully interrupted when I heard a sharp knock on my door frame, and looked up to see Dinah. 

Dinah and Ally were pretty high up in the ranks of security here. So it was rare for either of them to come down to my level for anything non-business-related. I missed the two for sure, I had Camila and Normani, but the others were growing more and more distant. Not that I could blame them, security is quite an important thing. 

"Hey, I haven't seen you in a while. What's up." 

"Lauren, we have an issue down in the cages."

"Cages?"

Dinah stuttered and shook her head. 

"Sorry, cells, it's just- what we call them."

I straightened out my shirt, and got out of my chair.

"You're not wrong..." I mumbled, thinking about the horrid conditions in the cells.

Dinah nodded and relaxing a bit. We walked to the elevator, to once again, began the creeping ride deep into the earth. 

"You remember the weed mission?"

"Which one?" I chuckled. 

"The one with that new recruit."

My chest tightened at the mention of Ash.

"Yeah, I remember it." 

"Do you remember the man you took into custody?"

"I do. Did you ever get ID on him?" I rolled my eyes 

"No, surprisingly..." 

Dinah looked away, and then back at her feet. We hadn't talked in a while, and it was showing. Most days, it felt like I was the mediator between the other 4. Sometimes we all got along, but most days, not so much. I yet again, blame Simon. 

"Lauren, what happened is pretty bad."

"Well, what's the issue?" I questioned, the doors finally opening

"See for yourself..." 

The scene that I had entered was nothing less than chaotic, there were charred, metal bars lying everywhere you looked, and the walls were splattered in a scarlet red. At least 29 agents from our detective unit were scrambling around and pulling bloody, screaming captives, whose injuries ranged from broken limbs, to decapitations

"Good god..." I sighed, feeling sick "Bomb?" 

"Yup." Dinah sighed, walking past a decaying body. "Word going around is that the captive you took was meant to get captured, and cause whatever the hell issue you call this."

We maneuvered our way to a clean, empty table, that was set up far into the long chamber, in an area that seemed untouched by the blast. I found Camila, talking to a man I hadn't seen in a long time.  

"Hey, guys." Camila sighed, grabbing more medical supplies from a bag, and heading towards the blast radius. 

"Tyga." 

The man looked up and smiled. 

"Dinah, Lauren."

"I haven't seen you around here much, what've you been up to?" I asked, surprised.