“So, yeah. They have no idea where he is. He’s not in police custody. Mr. Müller is on Winter holiday, so they can’t ask him.”
“What about his personal cell?”
“He doesn’t have one, according to police. He doesn’t trust new tech, apparently.”
Xiao handed Mariya a cup of warm tea with 4 ibuprofen tablets. Since Mariya’s fistfight with Zamir, Xiao came out of being distant with her. While she recovered from battery, Xiao helped take care of her, coming over three times a day - for three meals - for about 2 hours a time. Right now, Xiao was relaying information to Mariya about Zamir.
“What about Yani’s missing animalloid report? What’s up with that?”
Xiao sat at the right edge of Mariya’s bed, with Mariya laying on the soft mattress. The Hybrid took a sip of the chamomile and honey tea Xiao provided, taking the ibuprofen.
“They actually looked into that,” Xiao turned to look at Mariya, the hybird’s curious eyes watching back, “Strangely, the security footage from both his disappearance, and Zamir’s, was erased. They questioned security, but no guards were on call for Zamir’s disappearance, and obviously, Yani’s dad was the security when he went missing.”
Mariya furrowed her brow, contemplating. She took another, longer, sip from the tea.
“Anywho, Baldhardt is calling a curfew until they get things figured out.”
“What time?”
“It starts at 9:00 at night, meaning my, and literally everyone else’s job, is gonna be affected.”
Mariya huffed. She worked night shifts until close. Close at Erik’s Bar and Grill was at 11:45 pm.
“Well,” the young Russian stated, reaching for, and placing a hand on, Xiao’s shoulder, causing the Tabby to react through giving Mariya her undivided attention, both women turning a light shade of red underneath their fur. “Thanks for relaying this to me.”
The Tabby gave a soft smile, the sound of her heart thudding against her ribcage filling her ears, replying in a soft, cooing tone. “Of course!”
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Karl’s car pulled into the overgrown lot of the abandoned warehouse. He and Zamir had been driving for a few days, leaving the German borders for the borders of Austria, passing through an unguarded backdoor into the nation and driving past the capitol and about 10 quarters kilometres northeast from Oberpullendorf. Karl didn’t normally use this backdoor, but without a false ID for Zamir, the two would be certainly caught by authorities. As he stopped the car, he hoped that one of his pupils back at university grounds got his message, by letter, in the student’s mailbox.
“Here we are.” Karl said, turning around to see Zamir, who was blank faced. Karl’s backseat was slathered with Zamir’s dry blood, the Zebra’s wound coagulating enough to stop the bleeding. Zamir’s breathing had steadied, no longer sensing a threat from Karl. Zamir leaned forward, looking through the windshield at the old, crumbling building.
“It looks… run down?” The Zebra said, cocking an eyebrow.
“That’s the point.”
Without another word, Karl exited the car, opening the backseat passenger door and looking at Zamir.
“Let’s get going.”
Zamir nodded, scooching to the other back seat and exiting the vehicle. They both stood in the parking lot, trees and other foliage surrounding them. The two walked in silence towards the old, run-down warehouse. As they entered through the hollowed out remains of a door, they were met with a dimly lit packaging line. Old machines, rusted and worn, sat in silent death around them. The atmosphere was eerie and stale, the air grasping a choke hold on however breathed it in.
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A Soviet's Struggle
General FictionIn a world where Humans and Anthropomorphic Bipedals collide, A group of Humans will rise to become the world's most notorious crime organization known in history. A cult of Worshippers driven to believe that their leader is the one true messiah, ki...
