The Greatest Fears Come From Beneath

Uncovering some things

   Jesus and I looked in awe at the two sniper rifles that had  been in the cases.

   We had gotten back to the house about five minutes ago after an intensely boring drive, since we didn't know what to say to each other because I didn't know the Spanish word for car crash. The cases were very heavy as we put them in the garage.

   Jesus picked up one of the sniper rifles, and aimed it at the ceiling. "These are beautiful."

   I nodded in agreement and picked up the other one,"We have ten rounds for each rifle, and sixty for the AR-15. We can sell these for a lot of money, or use them for whatever can happen later on."

   I picked up the file and look at the contents. The file had a picture of my father, the same as the one I had taken in the Instagram post. Again I was mad at myself for doing something so stupid. If I had not wanted a damn phone, none of this would ever have happened, and I would know for a fact my father was alive.

   Jesus and I both turned our attention to the phone we had found at the site. The phone had a regular passcode, just like the phone that I had, but we couldn't factory reset it otherwise all the information that might help us would be lost. I turned to Jesus.

   "Do you know anyone who could bypass this?"

   Jesus gave me a slightly offended look, a bit hurt that I thought he would be associated with people who knew how to do shady things. I was about to apologize to him for thinking so little of him, but then he nodded his head. I fake strangled him, then asked him, "Where does he live?"

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   "Serves me right it's a she." I said. We had driven for about 15 minutes, Jesus not saying much but having a little grin on his face. Now I know why. Little sneaky guy. We had walked up to the door and a short girl, about five and a half feet tall, also Hispanic, opened the door. Her name was Jessica, and she was two years older than I was. She and Jesus had a heated discussion for about three minutes, while I stood there awkwardly not knowing what the heck they were talking about. After a round of finger-pointing between the two, she threw up her hands, opened the door wider, and snatched the phone from Jesus. She walked away in a huff and Jesus turn to me with a big grin on his face. It was obvious he had a thing for her. I smashed my cheeks together to act like I was Jessica, and pranced around for moment. Jesus lunged at me and I jumped away and stopped, trying not to laugh out loud.

   Jesus and I followed Jessica over to a small station with some USB cords and a computer. She booted up the computer and looked at me. I widened my eyes and mouthed what did I do?

   She said nothing, that meaning that she did not understand English or she just still hated me anyway. I gave up trying to make her not hate me and backed up with Jesus and watched her work. A few moments later her screen lit up black and some characters started scrolling across the screen. She backed away from the computer and went out of the room. I stepped up to the computer to see what the characters said.

   I don't get this, I thought. All these random ass things shouldn't be possible to decode.

   Jesus walked up and took a look at them too. Obviously, he felt the same way about the characters that I did. He imitated his head exploding, right when Jessica walked back in. He, very smoothly, transformed his head exploding into him straightening out his hair. Jessica seemed to buy it. I had to give Jesus credit. Jessica did a few more taps on the keys, then unhooked the phone from the cord. She handed me the passcode on a piece of paper, then walked out of the room. Jesus snatched the paper from me, and unlocked the phone. We went to the phone app. There were several calls received from West Virginia. I almost hit the call back button, but Jesus stopped me. He knew we weren't ready to confront these guys yet.

   I looked at the history over the past two days, trying to figure out when this guy stopped answering his phone. The last call he made was two and a half hours after we had first seen those guys in the parking lot of the school.

   We walked out to the car and as I climbed in, I realized I had forgotten two give Jessica the computer to unlock as well. Afraid I would get my head chopped off by Jessica, I still got the computer out of the bag, and walked back over to the building Jesus, not wanting to miss a chance of seeing Jessica again, no matter how angry she was, came along with me. I knocked on the door.

   No response.

   I knocked again.

   Nothing.

   Jesus ran around the side of the building, looking in the windows trying to see if anything happened to her. I continued banging on the door, then frantically beat on it, then charge at it and slammed against the door. It did not budge, and I did not want to rest my shoulder getting destroyed, so I ran around the other side, looking for Jessica. I went to the back part of the house just in time to see Jesus charge into the back door, and almost ransacking the house. I followed him in, amazed by his sudden burst of strength. Jesus hollered her name, and as he ran down the hallway, a door opened, slimming Jesus in the face. Jesus was out, cold.

   I heard the toilet flush.

   Really?

   Jessica walked out of the bathroom, closed the door, and yelled at Jesus, who couldn't hear her, then at me. I look down, really embarrassed. That's when I saw Jesus's nose start leaking blood. I rushed forward and made sure that he wasn't actually dead from the door attack, and told Jessica as best as I could that he needed some help. She reluctantly gave in and brought Jesus onto the couch.

   She got a paper towel and stuck it up his nose, to slow the bleeding. I was a bit surprised that Jesus didn't wake up from that. It was pretty forceful. Jessica spun around, cursed, I think, then flopped down in a chair across from Jesus. After a while she looked at me and threw up her hands, asking why we had come back in anyway. I got up, went outside, and brought in the computer. Jessica went into a flying rage, and kicked us out of the house, Jesus still unconscious.

   I waited, hopefully.

   Two minutes.

   Four minutes.

   Jessica threw open the door and grabbed the computer, ripping  it from my hands. She stormed up to the front door and slammed the door behind her.

   I grinned.

   She's not as tough as she pretends to be.

   I heard Jesus groan and try to sit up. I rolled around, remembering that I didn't close the passenger door, which I had put him in. I also hadn't strapped him in. Right before I got to him, he fell out of the car, unconscious again.

   I giggled. Jesus fell for Jessica.

   I'm going to kill myself for thinking that, later.