Tara 3

Untitled Part 118

     Henry Macavee could hear something moving behind the walls. It sounded like small footsteps creeping along.

    'No one is supposed to be back there, but me and my crew. Whoever it is they better have a good reason.' Henry thought to himself as he made his way to an access wall grate that had turn style clips at all four corners. He moved each clip to an open position and the wall grate dropped and Henry piushed it over, the metal making a steel against steel scratching noise.

    There was a flashlight beaming around inside the space behind the corridor walls. It was getting closer. 'Who the hell is that?' Henry wanted to call out, but decided otherwise. He waited for them to get closer before entering.

    The flashlight stopped beaming. It held steady some ten feet away from the opening. The beam aimed down at something. 'What were they doing in here? The only thing further behind the corridor drop space was the engine room. Now why would they want to go in there? Unless?' Henry's face froze. 'Oh no! What if they try and pull another Jacob Harlowe? I have to stop them.'

    Henry brandished his flashlight off his utility harness and stepped inside.

    The flashlight lifted to Henry's face, blinding him, as the shrill cry of an infant filled the space where he now stood.

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