Agent With a Shotgun

Eighteen

"I need your help." Colton said as he walked into his friends office. His friend was a technical analyst for one of the departments in the FBI. He had worked with both Colton and Amelia on numerous cases throughout the years, always willing to help with whatever they needed.

"What's up?" His friend, Sean, asked with furrowed brows. Colton had rushed in to his office, his tone rushed as well.

"I need you to look up every property that is owned by either Earl Dickens or his parents," Colton told him, leaning over his shoulder to look at his screen, "properties that are big enough to give him space. Somewhere isolated and hidden from the public eye." He spoke with an urgency. Knowing that Wilkins now had Amelia, it was only a matter of time before he hurt her, or worse, killed her.

"Okay?" Sean said in more of a questioning tone, "Any reason why?" He asked him as he began typing on his computer to look for what he needed.

"Wilkins has Amelia."

Seans' eyes widened, head snapping to look at Colton, "Wilkins? I thought he was dead. And why would he have Amelia, she's been gone for 5 years."

"Look it's a long story, just know that Wilkins is alive and he has Amelia," Colton told him and motioned for him to continue searching, "I brought her in to help catch him without anyone knowing. Now he has her and it's only a matter of time before he hurts her, so I need to find out where."

"What does Dickens have to do with any of this?" Sean asked he began typing faster on his keyboard.

"Me and Amelia figured out that the only way Wilkins could've stayed hidden all these years was with help," Colton explained as he watched the screen, multiple addresses coming up, "Dickens was the logical answer. He always requested Wilkins be the one to do the repairs he needed in his house but there was never any evidence anything had ever been repaired. So he requested Wilkins to be at his house for another reason."

"Dammit," Sean cursed, remembering Dickens' interviews from the original case, "he sure did pull one over on everyone didn't he."

Colton nodded his head, "What do you have so far on these properties?" His eyes trailed over the screen as the list finally stopped gaining more to it.

"There's a lot here," Sean said, shaking his head at the screen, "I'll need more to narrow it down to figure out where he could've taken her."

Colton cursed under his breath as he dropped his head, trying to think. He went over every detail from the original case and the newest cases to see if there was anything that could help him now. Wilkins had taken Amelia for a reason, he started killing people again because of Amelia. All of this was because of her, so where would he take her.

Then it hit him.

"Are there any warehouses under their names?" He asked as his head snapped back up. The original case ended with people dying from an explosion, from a warehouse. If Wilkins had planned on harming Amelia, he would take her to a place that reminded her of what happened because of her decisions.

Sean typed a few more keys on his keyboard before his eyes widened, "Dickens has a warehouse leased under his name out in the countryside. It's completely isolated, nothing around for miles."

"Send me the address." Colton and pulled out his phone, beginning to turn away from Sean when he called out his name.

"Hey Colton!"

"Yea?" He asked, turning back to face him.

"You really brought Amelia in to help you without the Director knowing?" Colton nodded his head. "You realize you could lose your job for doing that right?" Sean asked with a smirk, already knowing his answer.

Colton smiled to himself, pulling his phone up to his ear as he responded, "She would be worth it." He turned his back once again and walked out of Seans' office hearing him chuckled behind him. He walked straight towards the Directors office.

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Amelia groaned softly in her throat as she began waking up. Her arms were numb and her head hurt. Opening her eyes, she realized that her arms were tied above her in a rope attached to the ceiling. Her heartbeat quickened as she realized she was no longer in the cabin and that Colton was no where to be seen, she had no idea where she was.

She looked around and saw that she was in some type of abandoned warehouse. Tables and shelving units were lingered around the room and against the wall. The room was dimly lit with an orange type glow but it had an eerie feeling. Amelia racked her brain as she tried to remember what happened.

One second she was standing outside the antique shop waiting for Colton to come out with the DVD then the next she was wrapped up in someone's arms from behind, cloth over her nose and mouth.

Her face paled and heartbeat quickened as she realized what happened. She had been kidnapped and she assumed it was by Wilkins. But there no other person in sight. Her vision was still a little bit blurry but she could make out silhouettes of the things around her. She tugged on her hands to try and loosen the ropes around her wrists but they wouldn't budge, she was stuck.

Suddenly she heard a door slam open from behind her and footsteps began approaching. She held her breath as the steps got closer until they were right behind her.

"Glad to see you're awake, agent Mason." None other than James Wilkins appeared in front of her as he spoke, an evil smile on his face.

"Thought you were dead Wilkins." Amelia responded, trying to keep a strong voice and not show the fear she was feeling.

His smile stayed intact on his face, "A lot of people did, and thankfully, I had help to keep it that way for 5 years. Pretty impressive if I do say so myself." He prided himself with everything he did.

He was always a narcissistic man who with every little thing he did boosted his ego, so being able to keep himself hidden for five years with no one even suspecting a thing was a pretty big deal to him.

"I've seen better." That probably wasn't the right thing to say to him because the next thing Amelia knew, Wilkins had his hand wrapped around her throat, squeezing tightly.

"You and I both know that isn't true." He spat in her face, tightening his grip around her throat. Amelias' mouth dropped open and her eyes widened as breathing became harder.

Wilkins smiled manically as he heard her struggling to breath, loosening his grip only slightly as he spoke, "You know, I couldn't have done this on my own though. I do have Earl to thank for helping me hide from everyone for all these years. I have a lot to thank him for. He did bring me closer to you, something I couldn't have done on my own.

"However," He leaned closer to her face, forcing her face to the side as he spoke into her ear, "I gave him strict instructions to only pass on my little note and leave. I told him to leave you uninjured, because I wanted to do the honors, but he couldn't help himself. He stayed back in that alley, knowing you would follow him and he waited. Waited until you got closer before making his move. Oh, I was so angry when he told me." He brushed her hair away from her face and she continued to struggle against his grip on her throat.

"And you know how much I hate when people don't listen to me, so I had to deal with him. Would you like to see?" Wilkins smiled evilly at her again before releasing his hold on her.

Amelia immediately gasped for air and began coughing, tears coming to her eyes as she struggled to get air back in her lungs. Wilkins didn't give her much time to recover as he grabbed onto her and forcefully turned her body around, her arms crossing above her.

Amelias' eyes widened and she gasped as she saw Earl Wilkins' body sitting on the floor behind her, a bullet wound in his forehead. She struggled against him more as she tried to get her hands free once again, realization hitting her as she figured out what his plan was for her.

Wilkins leaned down to her ear, whispering harshly, "I plan to do so much worse to you."