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Chapter 5 -- The report

"Ok, I think that's everything that has happened in the past year." I drop the recorder I've been holding. "Is there anything else you need, Captain?"

"Yes," the Captain began with a serious tone. "I was wondering if you had gotten a letter or been contacted by the West Side Dippers," he said while taking the recorder back.

"Well, Sir..." I thought about it for a moment. "To be honest, there was a letter posted on a flag of the rubble of the hotel I was in a while back. It should be in your evidence box. The old Captain never gave it to me to read."

"Alright, I'll look into it." He nodded slightly with a smile. "Stay here while I go get my assistant about looking through the evidence." He stood up and headed for the door before grasping the doorframe. "I mean it. Don't try anything funny." I nodded, slightly confused as he walked out the door.  What was that?

As I waited for him to return, I was brought back to the flag in the rubble of the hotel. Why would that even be there? After falling deeper into my thoughts for another couple of minutes, the Captain came back and sat back down in the chair across from me.

"I'm sorry, Frank, but there are no records of anything besides the flag." He looked almost defeated, although there was something about the vibe in the room that just felt disturbing. "I hope you understand. We tried the best we could."

You were only gone for like five minutes. I doubt it. I sighed in resignation, a solemn expression on my face. "That's alright. At least you tried."

"I'm glad you understand." He smiled before continuing. "If there's any minor detail that you can tell us, we'd be grateful for it."

I shook my head. "That's all I can think of, sorry."

He nodded slightly before tapping his hand on the table and rising to his feet. "No need to apologize. You tried your best." He held his hand out before I stood up and grasped it. 

 "Thank you for this opportunity, Captain." I shook his hand firmly before we separated hands. "Have a good day."

He nodded. "Of course, you, too. With that said, we both headed for the door. I exited after him, the disturbing vibe still hanging over my head.

After I had gotten in my car, I glanced through my rearview mirror, noticing the Captain ducking into his car. It was the same vehicle that had been tailing me, earlier. Is the Captain part of the West Side Dippers? I hope not. Just as the Captain pulled out of his parking spot, I started behind him. He drove through back roads until we reached a house in the downtown area. The house was rundown with boards over the windows and peeling white paint.  The warped, wooden garage door opened as the Captain pulled his car in.  I parked my car a down the dirt road a bit and walked up to a bedroom window. I grabbed my crowbar and pulled the window open, climbing in soon after. As soon as I set foot on the moldy carpet inside, the Captain was there with a pistol pointing right in my face. 

"Why are you breaking into my house?" He didn't sound the least bit frightened, which scared me more than him holding the gun to my head. 

I put my hands up. "I-I'm sorry, I'm not armed."

 He nudged the gun against my head before thumbing to the doorway. "Here's what you're gonna do; you're going to walk with your hands up and slowly head to the living room, got it?" 

I nodded as I started for the door. "I won't try to hurt you, I promise. I just thought you might be with the West Side Dippers." 

At that point, we has walked into the living room. He scoffed as we sat down side by side on the couch. "Them? No, that's ridiculous!" He lowered his gun, although it was still pointed at my knee. "Is that all?"

"To be honest, no," I shifted uncomfortably in my seat as I glanced down at the gun quickly. "I wanted to know why you were following me."

He looked deep in thought as if pondering if he should respond before saying, "Do you have any ideas as to how the other two captains died?" 

"Well..." I took a deep breath. "One was shot-" I raised my hands right as the Captain reached for his gun swiftly. "Not by me, I promise!" I dropped them back down on my lap as he released the gun. "The other one was a member of the West Side Dippers."

He set his gun down on the coffee table before standing up. "Would you like a drink? It seems we'll be here for a while." 

I nodded, heart pounding as I saw the gun was still pointed at me. "Yes, Sir, I'll take some water." 

He nodded before heading for the kitchen. "So, what's your relationship with them?" 

"You remember how I said my roommate was killed?" I responded as I heard him open the cabinet. 

"Yeah," He called back. "but what does that have to do with them?"

 My heart clenched as I thought of his lifeless body covered in holes. He would have been dead with three or possibly four.  "My roommate was a member of the West Side Dippers." I took a deep breath as I continued. "He wanted to betray them and take down the corrupted government of this city, but he got found out. Now they are after me because they don't know how much I know. I'm a risk to them."

"Wow," He said, walking back in," That's a lot more involvement than I thought you had. I would say we should work together to bring them down, but I still don't know if I can trust you. Sorry."

"No need to apologize, you are right to be wary." I took the cup of water from him as he sat down. "I hope we can learn to trust each other a bit more. I hate to say it, but we are going to have to work together if we are going to survive."

"I agree, now let's get going before we get killed." He says, getting up. 

"Can't wait to build our team with you." I say as we leave.