23 | Chapter Twenty-Three
June,2015| Somewhere in New York.
The address of where Isis was located took us to this large building, well, a lot larger than the smaller buildings we passed by. It didn't look like anyone inhabited the place, but it was clear someone did for we were here for a reason. Everyone somewhat just glanced at the building, no one moving or saying anything. I spoke up first, mostly because I was something like the leader in this place. I turned towards Rakim and Quentin who looked at me expectantly.
"You know the deal right?" I questioned, "Stay loaded, and stay near the doors, Rakim. Quentin, you're going to be with me." I stated. "We have phones for a reason, if anything happens, call." I stated. Rakim and Quentin both nodded. I turned towards Cassidy now. "Park the car up a head so that if anyone comes, they won't suspect anyone other than the important people are in there. Keep your phone on you, too. Don't get out. Keep watch." I stated.
Everyone seemed to understand the instructions, so with that, Quentin, Rakim, and I exited the car. Cassidy moved from the passenger seat to the drivers' seat. I sent one quick wave in her direction before the three of us headed towards the building. We went around the back hoping that there would be some kind of back entrance that we could sneak in through.
There wasn't.
Instead, there was a window up high, but no so high that we couldn't reach it. I was willing to hop onto the small ledge and climb in, and so was Quentin, but Rakim swore up and down that he wasn't going to go in. So instead, I told him to keep look out from the front door.
It was just Quentin and I now.
We were on what seemed to be the second floor. We could hear voices, but it was hard to tell if they were above, below, or near us. We had no idea where Isis was located, but since we were already on this level, we decided to start looking here.
The building appeared to be an old business office. There were little cubicles littered around, and old computers sitting on the desks. None of them looked like they had been used in a while. There was even an old coffee machine, a sink that looked almost as dirty as the one at the hotel and an refrigerator. It was hard to believe that someone could be hidden up here, but still we looked. We looked until we had walked around the floor at least three times.
"She's not here." Quentin whispered.
I nodded. The only question was, how were we going to get downstairs without meeting any of the voices we heard? I lead the way back to the window. Near the window was a small door. We had opened it before and came in contact with a stairwell. We didn't know if it lead somewhere or if it was some kind of trick. It looked eerily dark and it looked like it came straight out of a scary movie. I knew one thing: I hated scary movies. I took a deep breath, nudging Quentin and reminding him to stay alert.
We began our journey down the stairs.
I couldn't help but wonder what kind of business was operated here. Everything looked old and scary, nothing looked a tad bit modern. From the weird bugs crawling on the cement walls, to the type of carpet that was rolling down the stairs with us. One thing I did know was that this building held a lot more than it looked like.
Quentin's phone let out a low buzz.
I shot him a glare and he sent an apologetic look my way before pulling out his phone and glancing at it.
He showed me the screen: it was a message from Cassidy.
Cass: Some black car just pulled in. Raven is inside of it.
I didn't know whether to be happy for that meant that the people that were here would be distracted by the newcomers, or a bit worried that Raven was there. What if Isis was with them? What if we were going to be stuck here? What if that car was to transport Isis somewhere else? There was a lot of 'What ifs' in my head and I tried to push them away, but the more I read the text, the more terrifying possibilites came into my head. So instead, I just nodded. Quentin pocketed his phone. "Let's just keep going." I told Quentin.
