We Meet Again 2

Forty-One

**Just a three more chapters for We Meet Again 2 , then the conclusion, We Meet Again 3**

I don't know, I'll find a more cleaver title for the end of this series, but right now, let's continue 😁😁😉😉🤗🤗 BBXRAE BA-BAY!!

(BB)

Vic and I looked at each other as we realized Ric was in trouble. Is Scathe still here? Why would someone go after Ric and his family? What's going on! It's been at least an hour and a half since he'd sunt out the message, so if anything transpired, it's probably over by now!

"Shit... we have to go!" Vic announced grabbing my keys off the table, while QB ushered the boys out the door.

"Wait!" I ran to my bedroom, loaded my Glock 17, strapped it, then rushed out behind them. Ironically, Misfit was right on my heels. There was no time to waste, so I suppose she's coming with us. Once in the car, QB turned on the scanner, and we heard the one thing that we couldn't believe. Apparently Supervisor Bruce's wife, Dr. Barbra Wayne, died in a car accident in the wee- early hours of the morning, and his 17- and 15-year-old daughters are missing.

"Do you think?" ... QB asked with shock and concern.

"I don't know what to think. Let's just get to Ric as quickly as possible." Vic declared as he turned on the emergency siren and lights to whisk through traffic, hauling ass! His erratic driving caused me to feel a little nauseous, but hey... what am I supposed to do? We need to get to Ric! We have to make sure our friend is okay!

(Eighteen minutes later)

The ride to over to Ric's was very adventurous, to say the least, however, quite at the same time. It's like we were all in deep thought, then when we made a left on Packard, the street that the Grayson's home sat on, we were not surprised that his neighborhood was filled with local police, and news media alike.

'We're too late!' I thought, and from everyone's expression, including my children, they obviously thought the same thing.

"Awe dude... this looks bad, real bad!" I said as all of our eyes widened at what we were taking in.

Complete anarchy! ...

"Well... let's just see what happened." QB somberly said as we exited the Suburban. I feel her emotions right now. We're all hoping that Ric is okay, that they're all okay, but from my point of view, and what I'm laying my eyes on right now, that doesn't seem to be the case.

I also felt that something wasn't right! Almost as if these events seemed as if they were planned. Who knew that we FBI agents were playing poker tonight, and here instead of my house? Who has the inside information about everyone's personal schedule?

As we walked up to Ric's home, us three adults shown our badges and was granted access. I turned to the kids and said...

"Listen boys, I need you to stay here. Uncle Vic, Aunt QB, and I are going to go inside." I stopped them from following me. They both stood on the front porch with a dozen other people, some were the law, but mostly it was the media. Dill looked nervous, and I knew why. He's still traumatized by what happened to his mother.

"But dad, I feel safer with you! I don't know these people." Dill anxiously commented.

"Don't worry Dill, these are the good guys. Besides Jr and Misfit are here too! You're not alone. I'll be back soon. I know that you all will be safe, okay?" I stated and winked at Jr. He smiled at me because I think he knew... that I know... he'd kick ass if he needed to. I mean the way he took down a grown man in nanoseconds, ironically Ric, I was confident that he could handle himself if threatened. That's the only thing that I was thankful of... you know, my child being trained in self-defense by the very fraction that stole him from me and his mother...