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Author's Note: I'm very much aware of the fact that you cannot remember anything before the ages of three and four. Even as far as 5-7. This Chapter Octavia will talk about things that has happened to her between the ages of 3-4 so hush y'all faces lol.

I pick up the broken pair of glasses that belongs to Bailey. When we landed in Utah it took us three hours to find the kid's location. Tunchie combed through traffic camera, security footages, you name it. Three long ass hours just to find a trashed hotel room riddled with bullet holes and blood.

There was no signs of the kids, with the amount of blood inside the room one of them could be hurt. Someone could've gotten away, someone could be dead and the last could be with whoever's responsible for this. The bullet holes line up towards the window like someone was being shot at as they ran towards it. Wayne and Snoop is outside now looking for signs as to where they might've ran.

Michelle and Kelly are following the blood trail. There were multiple bodies inside that room looking at the many different pools of blood. Yet, no bodies. Only a trail leading out the room towards the stairwell. Multiple scenarios and still no fucking bodies. "We'll find them. The kids are smart Nicki. I'm pretty sure they got away."

"That doesn't stop me from being worried. What if one of them are the ones that died in here? How do we know for sure any of the kids are alive?"

"We focus on the facts. The men after them shot at someone running towards this bedroom window. Judging by how narrow it's opens, Bailey was the one to escape out this way. Octavia is developed and Neal is muscular, there's no way they were fitting through here. The door was kicked in, and you see this, the way something scuffed against the wall. There was a struggle, Bailey wouldn't be to take down a full grown person so one of the older two fought to protect her. There's no blood outside so she wasn't hurt at all."

"That's just your assumption."

"Alright look here, the lamp was thrown at the door. A bullet is in the ceiling meaning Neal rushed whoever had a gun while Octavia distracted them. Another person came going after Tavi, her guard was down, probably because Bailey was still out here. While distracted the person tackled her to the bed, they fought. Look how tossed the sheets are and the bedside table is kicked over. Some though she breaks free. The person she was fighting with is injured and she runs off. If you think about the room situation she took that guy down before he got to Bailey." Somehow she was making sense. I don't how she can tell all of this,"and Neal?"

"He took down all those men by himself, he's inexperienced so I know he was hurt in the process. All he had was his knife, look here." She points over at the empty holster near the foot of the bed, "he grabs it, rushes the first guy and stabs him. That pool of blood is one of the guys, this second pool over by the couch, has to be from the other that was going after Tavi. Neal blitzes him, they fight. Somehow they end up towards the wall, then the bathroom where one of them dies while the other is injured, there's a bloody handprint leading out of the bathroom most likely Neal."

"You got all of that just by looking at blood. There's no way."

"Juju and I have been at this our whole lives Nicki. We live, breathe, and eat this type of shit. There's been times where one of our men are down and we had to piece things together. Every clue is like a piece of the bigger puzzle."

"Who taught you?"

"Juju. Our daddy taught her." Doesn't surprise me. Beyoncé pays attention to details, I always see her looking at the little things. "We should head back to the jet, there's nothing else here. If Bailey is out there she'll call you whenever she can. For now let's wait until Ju tells us what to do."

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