ILLEGAL

Chapter 4

Okay, guys, I was looking through my last couple of chapters and I realized that part of my story had been deleted. It's what Cole and Agent King had been talking about, what she did in the morning. Basically she had been passing by a jewelry shop that was getting robbed, so of course she intervenes and they have this awesome fight. I wished it hadn't gotten deleted, because you know I work really hard on my stories. I'm sorry if I caused any of you confusion, and I hope you enjoy the next chapter of Illegal.

I sat on the couch in a hoodie and jeans, my feet propped up on the coffee table. I scrolled through the list of names, the victims of the Fly. "Twenty one,"I mumbled to myself."Twenty one people. Why would he kill them? What makes them special from other people."

I stared at the list of dead. I had been doing this same thing, observing the names and talking to myself for nearly an hour. I had been through their files that told me important information, but nothing matched up. It was like trying to find a key to a lock, when the correct key is on a gigantic ring of other ones. I sighed and closed my eyes, pressing my head to my knee.

This mission was a challenge, and at the same time that I despised it, I was craving it. I opened my eyes and looked at the list again. Ten minutes later, the laptop vibrated and a notification appeared on the screen. I clicked it, and it brought me to my email. I typed in my username and password, then pressed the enter button.

It was a message from King. I still couldn't believe he put me on a case with someone else. I really wanted to go to the agency and find Jack Chance, this son of a bitch who took on my mission, and put him in his place. I'd threaten him, make him back down, so he wouldn't screw my assignment up.

As I opened the link, I realized my frustration would have to be held back for a minute. According to this news article, another person had been murdered by the Fly yesterday. Ron Ida, a bus driver from Ohio, had been found dead in his overturned school bus. Luckily there weren't children on board, he had been heading back to the parking lot after he dropped them off at the last stop. Police weren't sure, but they thought he was killed before the bus crashed, considering the body had a bullet-sized hole in the back of his head.

They guessed that he had somehow been shot, and then being dead in the drivers seat, had veered off the road and into the land, flipping over multiple times so that even if he wasn't shot, the crash would have killed him. Yet, he was the only person on the bus that had been found dead. Witnesses claimed they had seen nothing happening inside the bus.

I leaned back against the couch, biting my thumb nail. Great. One more piece to the already unsolvable puzzle. I put my head in my hands."Dammit,"I said to myself."Dammit, dammit, dammit..."

"What's so bad that you have an infinity of 'dammit'?" Someone said.

I perked my head up. Chelsea had come into the room. I threw my hands out to show my frustration."It's this bullshit mission! It's impossible!" I nearly yelled.

"You think you're having a bad time?" Chelsea said, thrusting her thumb at her chest."Try making someone fly, basically invisible!"

I stood up. I asked her,"What? I thought the original jet pack was good?"

She put her hands on her hips."Me too, but apparently it was too obvious for bystanders, people were making calls to the government." She sat on the couch next to me.

I shrugged my shoulders."That sucks. I know I'm not an inventor and know nothing about this stuff, but you could try making it like a vacuum."

Apparently my ideas weren't stupid, because she cocked her head at me and her eyebrow went up."What do mean?"