CODE RED (Book 1)

As If It Were

That Monday night Yogi stared out his large three way window in his Condo giving a view at the city below him. Cars passed on the highway, there bright red and white lights speeding on the road to whatever destination they were heading.

He watched them go silently, eyes unblinking. Wine glass held in one hand as he slowly twirled it within his grasp, the dark red liquid swirling around the oval insides of the glass before he raised it to his full lips and took a slight swig of it before bringing it back down.

He continued to look out the window, thinking and distracted from earlier occurrences.

He thought of the way Gareki, the 17 year old teenage boy attending Weslyn High had looked at him once he had stepped into the waiting room. His eyes had scanned over Yogi's face as if he was familiar with him some how, almost as if he had seen a ghost. Light blue mixed with grey was the color of his eyes but they showed so much hysteric as if he knew Yogi had come with bad news and they also showed how much pain and suffering he had gone threw within the time his father had lived in there home.

Protectiveness was an important thing to him deep down.

Yogi still had that same protective feeling over Gareki even though he had just met the boy , oddly enough. This feeling hadn't happened as strongly as it did with other people and children he had helped countless of times, but Gareki had seemed. . . different. His emotions sprang to there full potential when it came to this kid. It was odd.

As weird as it sounded it was as if he had been drawn to him or rather vice versa. A strong since of familiarity coursed threw Yogi's mind as he met Gareki in person earlier that evening. Clearly they hadn't met before but Yogi couldn't shack the feeling off that something serious was about to happen. But eventually he had to be done with his business at telling Gareki what all had happened by his fathers escape nights prior and that was it he had to leave after that, there were still other things to be dealt with.

But even so he still urged himself to stay, even for a little bit as Gareki grew panicked which caused a surprised panic attack to happen. He felt guilty but he did insist for Gareki to calm down before he laid out the truth. But the news- which Yogi suspected would happen, had been to much for him.

The frightened look that had over come his face made him loath what this poor kids father had done to him. Policemen were still out and there hadn't been a word about the sight of his father, which was a bad thing but they still had time, Yogi had faith in this mission, that was what he called it from now on, a very important mission that he couldn't fail in.

Yogi had examined Gareki as soon as he had came into the schools waiting room. Not like his pictures had been he appeared taller then Yogi had expected, standing at 5,10 but still slightly shorter then Yogi himself who stood at 6,1. He also couldn't help but notice the long sleeve and half sleeve of beautifully designed tattoos on both of Gareki's left and right arms. He must of been an artistic person who seemed to be into a life style of Emo with his band like style choice and single pierced ears with black stud ear rings in both of them. His skin was slightly pale but with a small tan. He was a good looking kid Yogi noted, who mostly inherited his fathers looks and his mothers beautiful eye color.

He could simply tell by just a single look that this person had a strong will to fight back considering all that he had been threw and he was strong deep down but could easily fall apart if pushed to the brink of madness.

"He is truly a very special person indeed." Yogi muttered to himself as he thought to make plans to see him again, the job was not yet done, in fact none of it had at all started yet, he needed to protect this kid and his mother. But for now he would need to wait and help the police find this so called man, Mr. Igarashi.

Yogi backed away from the window as the blinds automatically refolded themselves back down over the three large windows, hiding the lit up city from his view once more.

Emptying the red contents into the sink from his wine glass he dropped it into the sink and walked out of the kitchen and through the living room until he entered a small hall and turned to a door, another room that had come with his Condo that he didn't use but to only put files among book shelves in.

Turning the knob he went inside, closing the door behind him as he sat down at his computer desk and started looking up on an other case about a young male being kidnapped near the home area in Boston. . . which was here. Address and all information had been delivered to him by the police.

He needed to go out and investigate.