Escape:Target D916 Book 2 |✓|

Chapter 22

Draven stared, his jaw clenched, at the remains of the burnt down, exploded house. The roof Draven remembered caved in, was now simple crumbles and debris. They hadn't tried to fix up the house either, just a path of destruction for anyone to see when they drove by.

His eyes narrowed though. The entire house hadn't been in ash like he would've thought. There were a lot of things that still stood, he mustn't have used a bigger bomb.

There were still broken windows standing, with no glass. Burned marks covered the building, the woods, and broken sticks made the walls. A big mess of wood was all it was except it seemed one room had yet been covered in burned marks, but it hadn't been broken into pieces. Furthermore, it wasn't attached to the house any longer, but on the ground.

The knob had been broken and apart from the rest of the house, it hadn't been built of wood and he knew it had been the safe room.

He got out of the car, surveying his area before he faced the entryway of the small, cubed room. He attempted to push open the door, but it was hard, so he went into his car and grabbed an ax. Yes, he kept one.

He smashed the knob five times before it finally broke off and Draven walked inside. The inside looked crushed in versus the out, but it hadn't been crushed to the extent whoever was in it would've died. Still, he knew, was hard to get into.

It was fire resistant yes, but not resistant to bombs explaining the crushed in walls. The floors had been concreted but in the same pattern as the white and blue tiles, Draven remembered. Also, it inched higher than the normal floor, like a step, separated the floor from the rest of the house.

What he could make out were the black desk, a rolling chair, a laptop, and a black bag inside the room. The laptop screen had been cracked; the table tipped over, yet the chair stood perfectly.

Observing the creases of the walls, he found two cameras in two corners though he knew they wouldn't work anymore. Rolling his eyes, he dumped the contents out onto the floor of the bag. There were changes of old clothes, clothes Ruairi Martinez wore the day Draven thought he killed him. It held trash of food that was molded now, disgusting. He hurriedly threw that down and picked up the white recorder.

He would worry about that later. He grabbed the laptop and the recorder and plugged the laptop into the car, waiting for it to gain a percent of battery so he could search it. When it had, he was thwarted by a passcode which ultimately pissed him off.

He typed in his name; certain it wouldn't work but tried anyway.

Of course, it wouldn't be. Draven did know that the man wrote a letter in a cipher Draven hadn't known of. He would've been smart enough to do the same for his laptop. Considering Draven didn't decrypt the letter, he called on the second person who did. At least finished decoding. "Find anything?" Her sweet voice made him smile.

"Well, I found evidence that he did in fact shelter inside a safe room which means the man is very much alive" He huffed, rubbing his temple.

"So, what's your next move?" He smirked. She began to sound like his partner more and more. "Find him of course. Make him take this shit out of my head" He chuckled.

"Well, if I could help with anything..." He smirked.
"Yes, Angel. That's why I called. Remember the letter Jr found the key to and you ciphered it? Well, decrypt."

"Yes, why?"

" Because I need you to encrypt something with that same key. It's his name. Call me when you have it. Thank you, Angel," He hung up and grabbed the voice recorder. When he clicked it, nothing happened so he smacked it a couple of times and it began to static. Another few more smacks and he held it up to his ear.