And Then There Was One (2019)

Chapter 3 - Mitch Hults

Orlando, Florida

July 1, 2019

Mitch Hults hurries through the airport. Syracuse is calling him to come. He can only hope that this means he is going to be coming back! He rather enjoys this organization and group of people. He'd love to stay in Orlando though, but of course, it starts through Syracuse and the Tampa Organization.

Mitch combs his slicked back blond hair with his hand, running right into a tall masked man in the center of the airport. The man catches him, shoving an envelope into his hand in the process.

"Sorry, Hults," the man grumbles and walks off without anymore explanation.

Mitch raises an eyebrow and curses his clumsiness. He shakes his head. He has no time for this. Clutching onto the envelope, he continues toward his flight.

"I'm gonna be soooooo late!!" Mitch mumbles to himself and zooms across a moving walkway and into the place where his flight is. He sits down in one of the seats for a breather, finding that he is actually super early.

He'd read the time wrong. He leans back in his seat and closes his eyes, before his mind decides to focus on the paper in his hand. His eyes flutter open and he takes the envelope and opens it up, taking note of the sticker.

"Where'd this come from?" He thinks aloud to himself. He didn't remember entering the airport with it that's for sure.

He withdraws two pieces of paper folded up. One of them he unravels to see a fancy letter with an image of an amusement park. The second he notices is a typed out poem of sorts. He reads it to himself and grins goofily.

"Oooh! A murder mystery! I'm down! I love these things!" He gets up from the seat, forgetting about the flight and walks back through the airport and outside. He hails a cab and shows the driver the picture to which the man shrugs.

Just then a black limo car pulls up to the curb and the window slowly rolls down. "Hey, you looking for an amusement park named Masquerade Island, I'm heading there now with some other people. I can give ya a lift! Hop into the front seat, my friend."

Mitch, feeling special, hands his things off to another man, who nods at him. The forward than rounds the vehicle and gets into the passenger seat. He looks back, noticing a blocker to the back. He shrugs, thinking nothing of it and pulls the door closed.

At once, the car lurches forward and speeds off from the airport with him inside.