Breath of the Future

Chapter 10

Trevor sped through the city as I called Lester on his cell phone explaining the situation. Lester tried his best to calm me down.

    "Okay, okay...don't get too upset. Everything is going to be fine." He whispered.

    Trevor asked that I put the phone on speaker and I obliged.

    "Now, I've noticed that Michael's credit card has been inactive since around 3pm this afternoon. You said you saw him last a little while before that? Where was he going?"

    "H-he told me he was going to the movies and a couple other places, but he wasn't specific." I stuttered.

    "Alright...I have emailed you a download link to an app called TrakFinder. I can try to pinpoint the latest ping of Michael's cell and send the location through the app. Have Trevor follow the location using the app as a guide. You got that, T?"

    "Clear as day, my friend." Trevor chimed in.

    I checked my email on my own cell phone and hung up with Lester. I demanded that Trevor call Franklin to help us out, and he did just that. I forwarded the app download link to him as well.

    Once I had Trakfinder on my phone, it took about twenty minutes for the pings from Michael's cell to start coming through. Trevor and I stopped the truck and sat in an alleyway until we got the first ping so we wouldn't waste time driving through the city. Once we got the first ping, I instructed Trevor to start driving again. I was giving him directions from the app while keeping Franklin on the other line so he could hear them too.

    The "undisclosed location" was pretty hard to find, but once we found it, it was fairly easy to pick out as the sketchiest spot in town. It was an old, run down factory building that looked like it hadn't been used in years.

    "What the hell is this place?" I asked.

    "It's the old slaughterhouse...I can't say I'm surprised. My first thought should've been that they brought him here." Trevor replied.

    "Well, let's get in there!" I shouted, opening the passenger door.

    Trevor grabbed my thigh to stop me from getting out of the truck.

    "We should wait for Franklin, we need all the extra help we can get."

    For once, Trevor was right.

    I sighed and remained in my seat. I kept checking over my shoulders for Franklin until he rolled up in his black Buffalo sports car about fifteen minutes later. Trevor motioned for all of us to huddle by the side door.

    "So what's the deal? And the plan?" Franklin asked.

    Franklin was a good guy, and although he was a couple years younger than me, I knew he had been in this game way longer and was an essential part of our team. He might have been able to come up with a better plan than the one we went with if Trevor had given him a second to speak.

    "We go in through the other side door, rescue Michael, and shoot our way out." Trevor said, matter of factly.

    I slapped my palm to my forehead.

    "They probably have security by the other doors. What's the plan then, huh?" I demanded.

    Trevor dug into the black bag he had pulled out of the back of the truck, and slung a large sniper with an advanced scope over his shoulder. The shoulder strap was green and black camouflage print.

"Just because I'm crazy doesn't mean I'm not prepared, sweetheart. I've got everything we need in here. You got your little present from Mikey?"

    I nodded.