A young 14-year-old boy is accused of a murder that took place one night. He has no clue of his name. More trouble will arise as he knows exactly what happened that horrifying night. Strange figures are after him. Why are they after him? And what ki...
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Inside the building of the FBI... Officer Simmons and Officer Pat were talking with Dawn. Officer Simmons asked, "We want to know where FBI Specialist Sherrie is at, council. We need her help. It's important."
To which Dawn responded, "I've been trying to find her as well officers. In fact. both of you are here because you most likely need Sherrie's quick thinking and her quick solving. I got to be honest with you sherrifs, I've never laid my eyes on such a woman. Out of all my agents, she's a very special one. One that could have been this world's greatest hero. It's not like her to leave without advising. I bet she's in the works of finding out clues, up close. Anyways, let's skip to my real question. How can I be of aid?"
Officer Simmons responded, "We need her help on a case. A case in which an elderly man and his wife were brutally murdered. We thought of using Sherrie's assistance since she's part of your team. I heard your team has forensic knowledge."
"Yes of course. Tell you what, we do have some rooms in here specifically for the forensic agents. I'll grant you the key to that room temporarily. But be warned, once inside, you're limited to what you're allowed to hear. Don't screw anything up, for it'll cost me my regrets. Get in there and find any information you can about that old husband and wife only. We're going to solve this case one way or another."
With that said, Officer Simmons and Officer Pat walk down the halls of the FBI building. Pat heard agonizing screams and cries from the other doors. Officer Pat asked Simmons, "Simmons, I suggest we check these other doors that are giving me a weird sensation. They don't sound legal or morally right. Just thinking about what's inside is giving me the creeps."
"Pat, you heard the last thing Dawn said. If we open any doors we might not live. Better safe than in a morgue, am I right?" Pat did not respond back to Officer Simmons. He had chills down his legs.
"Look we'll just be in and out. Hold your nerves just for a little while longer Pat. Remember, as an officer, you have to show that you're not afraid to take any risks. How about this my friend... we find clues, you take down the culprit behind the death of the elderly and then we'll go get some shakes to celebrate." "Yeah, I believe I can do that," responded Pat.
They got closer to a steel door that was at the end of the hall. There wasn't much light. Officer Simmons puts the key in the keyhole, and turns it slowly to the left.
The steel door opened as it was making a very heavy and loud sound . There was a concrete stairway that seemed to lead to the bottom. As they walked down, Officer Simmons said, "Now remember Pat, you have to stay calm even if your nerves intensify."
Once that was said, they heard footsteps coming down quick towards them. Whatever was behind them grabbed their shoulders. "Am I still suppose to be calm?" Officer Pat asked. To which Officer Simmons responded, "Let's just keep walking," As they walked down, Officer Simmons said to Pat quietly, "When we get to the bottom we turn around and strike whoever is still hlding us. Can you handle that?" Officer Pat nodded in agreement.
