Nothing On You

Chapter Twenty-five

A diagram fills the screen, there are four identical floors. The only differences are two of the control rooms. There are 3 large rooms, smaller rooms connected to each. The rooms are labeled with numbers and letters. I look up at the building. A couple of the windows are shattered, but not many. There is no visible light, with the exception of natural light from outside. 

Tim starts to type, the regular floor plan rotating, turning into a 3D model of the building. It rotates clockwise highlighting the rooms that were last used before the building was abandoned and sold. 

"These are old but it doesn't look like this building has been touched in years." He clicks to another screen, the red and white dots appearing as they did before." From what I can tell they have a router in there and their cell phones are on as well as Izziah's." He continues typing. "Here are all the entrance," he says as the access doors light up green on the screen. There is only one front door, two back and and two side entrances but one that has been blocked off. 

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"This is the most logical way to get in, you have to go through the right back door." Tim points to the door, mapping out a route to check all of the rooms. 

"We can't go in from there! That's exactly where they would want us to go, plus there are dogs there, what if they start barking?" Michael starts. "Why don't we go in this way?" He traces his own route as Cristina and Devi whisper completely blocking them out. Phil sits on the couch hunched over, massaging his temples.

"Have you even decided on a plan yet?" Devi says, her voice harsh. "You're not even giving Bruno a say."

"I'm trying," Michael says. "He wont listen to me!" He gestures to Tim. Tim gives him a stank glare. 

"You two haven't done shit! All you've been doing is yelling at each other for the past two hours." her voice elevates with the last part. She mumbles under her breath.

The back and forth, back and forth is getting us nowhere. We haven't gotten any closer to finding Izziah. What if we're just doing this for no...My eyes start to pulsate. Closing them I see her again, unconscious, un-moving, barely alive. What if she's.....?  My eyes start to hurt, threatening tears to fall. I stand, head for the door slamming it behind me. I can't just sit here and do nothing. The sound echo's down the hallways as I head for the door. Just as I reach the front desk I hear the door open again then footsteps. They get closer and I feel a hand on my shoulder. 

"B," Phil starts, "You should go home and rest. We can pick this up in the morning."

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"Ok so this is how everything is going to go down," Tim starts, Phil, Cristina, Devi, Michael and I peering over his shoulder. "Cristina, Devi you guys drive the van to the back door and wait there for Bruno or Michael to call. Keep watch be sure to alert me and them if anything happens." 

"Got it." Cristina says, she and Devi focused on the screen. 

"Mike, Bruno, Phil you guys go in the side way." He types pulling up another page. "Their router is sti-" Just then a black Porsche pulls up in front of us. 

Out of the Porsche steps Tyler, in a black tee, army fatigue pants, combat boots, sunglasses and a machine gun in hand. He has two hand guns holstered at his sides. He locks the car slipping the keys unto his pocket. Half way to Tim's truck, he turns back and puts the machine gun back in his car. He stops, checks the clips in each hand gun before holstering them and walking to the truck. He knocks on the glass. I exchange looks with everyone, lastly Phil who's eyebrows are raised with mine. I open the door and step out, Phil behind me.