An Insecure Security

Chapter 5 - Jeremiah

I immediately fumbled around in my pocket for the flashlight I had received that morning with my uniform. I located it, turned it on, and took a look at the person lying, unmoving, at my feet. It was a man. His muscles bulged from around his arms and torn shirt, but blood covered him and his face was a deathly shade of white. I frantically pushed into the side of his neck, desperate to find his heart still working. At last, I felt slow pumps coursing through his body. Next, I checked the rest of him and quickly discovered a card sticking out of his pocket.

Jeremy D. Hopkin, CSA Employee.

So this was a CSA employee! Someone had somehow gotten past the innumerable security cameras and precautions to disarm this guard, likely the person I almost hit. Jeremy was not in the greatest shape, however. His crisp black suit was torn oddly from the breast pocket all the way down to the wrist buttons, and blood was oozing out of the long laceration in his side. Jeremy was obviously unconscious, since his heart was still beating, yet he remained limp and unmoving. There was no sign as to how he got that way; no bump on the head, no extreme fever, nothing. Unconsciousness can be caused by blood loss, I remembered from my reading, though I didn't think he had been injured for long enough. I searched my mind. What was the one thing that could knock someone out cold without a single trace of how? Suddenly it hit me, the ND-2000 darts, fifteen of which I still had on my person, and Mr. Hopkin did not. This intruder was not only on the loose, but armed with a secret weapon only certain people knew about.

I continued carefully down the tunnel with the light in my left hand and my sleeve gun at the ready in my right hand. Suddenly I heard footsteps sound directly behind me. My rugby-honed instincts immediately kicked in as I spun around. Remembering that the intruder was armed, I ducked, and not a moment too soon.

The minuscule dart whistled over my head. Taking advantage of my opportunity, I spun around and fired into the darkness. I instantly knew my dart had found its target. I hear the intruder slump down to the tunnel floor, obviously unconscious. Quickly I sprinted over to the body, getting my first good look. The intruder was a young woman, fierce and beautiful, who looked oddly familiar to me. She had windswept black hair and sharp features. Beautiful, but oddly terrifying. Man, I knew this girl from somewhere... And then it hit me: This was the same girl that had been on the plane into Nuuk with me, the one whom I compared to the great ice mountain. Beautiful, yet terrifying. I shook my head to focus. I realized what I should have done the second I knew there was an intruder in the area: call for backup, so I darted back to my car in the center of the great hexagon. As soon as I reached my shiny automobile, I opened the door and stepped inside. I ignited the engine, and right when the computer system said to me "Hello, Jeremiah Ellison."

"Call T.J." I commanded.

"Hi, yes, this is your colleague Jeremiah Ellison. Yeah, I'm in the hexagon and there has been an intruder. She unfortunately got to a CSA employee and knocked him out cold. Luckily, though, I was able to get to her before she did any further damage. Please report to the scene immediately. Goodbye." I quickly hurried back to where I had left Eve's unconscious form, but the body was gone. I nearly jumped out of my socks when I clicked my flashlight back on and her body was not present. I searched and searched around the tunnel, and even checked the radar again, but the trespasser was nowhere to be found. You'd think I'd hear her getting away since this tunnel was so echoic, but I had been distracted on the phone. Confused and somewhat defeated, I walked back to my midnight black car. I dialed the number again and left another message, this time saying to disregard my first. Since there was nothing left to do but leave, I went over to Mr Hopkins, who was lying on the floor. Mr. Hopkin could not have been lying there for more than thirty minutes, which meant there was another half hour until he woke up.