The Hidden Organization

Chapter 4 We get caught

"Well that went better than I thought." I declared.

We both got out of the car. In front of us, in the distance, was a warehouse that looked abandoned. There was nothing around it, no trees or buildings. It looked like it was in the middle of nowhere.

"This is 142 Elm Street?" Jordan asked, in disbelief.

"Yeah, I don't get it. She said she was going to a party. Why would anybody have a party here? Unless... someone tried to trick her into coming here, to kill her!" My eyes widened.

I ran to the warehouse.

"Wait up!" Jordan yelled.

I ran into the front doors of the warehouse, which were barricaded with wood.

"How are we going to get inside?" I asked.

Jordan smirked. "Watch and learn."

He kicked the door, nothing happened. He body checked the door, nothing happened.

"I give up." He sighed in defeat.

"You do know there is a hammer by your feet." I suggested.

"What! Really?"

He picked it up, and threw it at the door. Once again, nothing happened. He picked it up again, but this time, he used the end side to remove the nails from the blocks of wood.

Once he was done taking the wood down, he opened the door. It creaked very loudly. I stepped into the dark; I heard Jordan's footsteps, it sounded like he was far away.

"I wish I had brought a flashlight. It's impossible to see anything in this darkness." I commented.

I heard the door close. All of a sudden I heard a big thump.

"Jordan? Jordan? This is not funny! Jordan? Jordan Brooks?" I called nervously.

"Right here." He croaked.

"What happened?" I asked.

"I don't know, when I entered, the door closed behind me, and when I was trying to catch up with you, I tripped and fell." He responded.

"And how do you know my last name?" he quizzed.

"What, Brooks?"

"Yeah."

"Oh, Black told me."

"Oh."

"If it makes you feel any better, my last name is Evans."

"Now, did you bring a flashlight?" I pondered.

"Nope." He answered.

"Just look for a wall," I caught myself. "I mean feel around for a wall, then feel around the wall, to find a light switch."

"Okay."

I walked toward my right, and bumped into a table. I carefully went around the table, and kept walking. I finally found a wall, I started to feel around the wall for a light switch.

"I think I found it." I heard Jordan exclaim.

All of a sudden, the lights flickered on as if it hasn't been used in a long time. The room was a lot smaller than I expected. It didn't even look like a warehouse. It just looks like an abandoned store, which used to sell mooncakes. Judging by the faint smell of lotus paste mooncake, and the sign that says "Closing sale! 50% off all mooncakes!" The room looked like a little café. All the tables, chairs and booths still look brand new.

"Let's look for clues, to see if anybody has been here recently." I suggested.

"Yes sir." Jordan saluted.

"Mame." I corrected.

We both started looking around for clues. I walked around the tables until I tripped over something. It strangely felt like a foot. I cautiously turned around, and looked down. On the floor, under a table was a girl's lifeless body, with a pool of blood surrounding her. To top it off, she had a seven inch dagger covered in blood, in her hand. I noticed that there was stab marks on her body. She had light blonde hair, was wearing very heavy make-up and some punk getup.

"Jordan! I-I think I found-found her." I stammered.

"Really? Awesome!" He hollered.

"Not, awesome, not awesome at all." I murmured with my voice quivering.

I started chewing on my finger nails as he came over.

"Why are you chewing on your fingernails?" He wondered.

"That's what I do when I'm nervous, or scared." I responded.

"Why would you be nervous or scared?"

He finally looked down.

"Oh, that's why."

"Yeah." I took my fingers out of my mouth, and carefully took the dagger out of her hand.

All of a sudden a voice boomed

"Who goes there?"

We both froze in our spots. Suddenly two men in uniform, and badges labeled; Police, came into sight.

"I swear it's not what it looks like." I blurted out as I put my hands up in surrender.

They both turned around and looked at us. I looked at Jordan for some help, but he just glared at me.

"Whoops." I whispered.

"It looks like you, and your sidekick there, killed that girl on the floor, with that dagger covered in blood, in an abandoned café." The police officer on the right reckoned.

"That is not true." I asserted.

"Then please explain why you are holding a very large dagger, why it is covered in blood, and why you are in an abandoned café, with a dead girl in front of you." The same officer interrogated.

"Uh...I-I...Um..." I stammered.

"Save it. Turn around and put your hands behind your back." The officer on the right instructed.

All of a sudden, Jordan grabbed the baton, and threw it at the police officers. The officers looked very angry.

"That's not how you use it you idio-" I caught myself. "Doofus!" I chided.

"Well, I'm sorry, nobody taught me how to use it." He riposted.

We both turned around, and put our hands behind our back. They put handcuffs on our wrists. Man, the handcuffs were so tight! No wonder, how nobody could escape.

They dragged us outside. There was a police car parked outside, right in front of the front doors. They opened the back doors, and shoved us inside. Jordan was sitting on the right side, I was sitting on the left. The car was a Ford Crown Victoria Police Interceptor.