No Nights at Team Crafted's (sequel to FnaTC)

Chapter Nine: The Bag

No Nights at Team Crafted’s

Chapter Nine:

The Bag

-…-

What else was she going to do? Clara had only left that cold office not long ago, and what she had seen was still stuck in her mind. The picture of that boy she knew as one of Bashur's last friends. The picture of a boy named Tyler whom had just recently gone missing. Now, Clara knew Tyler also worked for Team Crafted Co., as the park's night guard, but she also found the conversation at that particular moment an odd one.

Standing in front of the police office, she found the doors locked and the lights off. Nobody was home, it seemed. Not surprising. When all the police were out, the place was locked up. Now the question, though unimportant, was if they were out on Tyler's missing case or out hanging out at the fire station, because people do that. Not only that, but Clara was reminded about the times she'd catch Bashur mumbling about something about the park, as well as TC co's relationship with the law force. She'd rather not think about it.

-....-

The police had ended their search on the park a few hours later, and Mike and Aviator where still there, walking around the place. The apparently didn't find anything, because if they had, there would be more police there then before. Aviator was in his office, cleaning things up. The police didn't go through his things, since there was no reason to yet. It was one of those things they'd need evidence against Aviator himself to look through.

Mike, however, on his own, had walked to Jason's ride, and was looking for the room he'd talked about with Aviator. He was curious about it, but didn't really know where it was. He walked around the place blindly, until he had finally found himself in a long dark, narrow hallway. It was the last place to look. Walking down it, Mike couldn't help but look over his shoulders a few times.

“Here we go...” Mike whispered to himself when he reached the last door on the hall, a big metal door in fact, with a strange lock on it.

But the lock was indeed locked and Mike couldn't get inside. Not that he expected to be able too, but he wanted to at least find the place for himself. He was drawn to it, for some odd reason. Letting out a sigh, the air cold and his breath visible, he turned so that his back was on the door.

“Hehehe~”

“Eh?!” Mike jumped. “Who's there!?”

Mike turned to look back down the hallway, but there was nothing. He had heard laughing. Children laughing. All of this was getting to his head. His life for the last 4 or so weeks was nothing but an unrealistic hell. Shaking his head, Mike walked back down the hallway, finding his way out of the maze of Jason's ride.

When Mike had finally found his way back to the front of the park, he was surprised to find Aviator talking with a woman by the front gate. He would laugh, but it looked more like an argument. His speed quickened, and he joined the two.

“What's going on?” Mike asked, his hands in his pockets.

“Mike Schmidt, this is Clara.” Aviator was quick to introductions. “Clara was Bashur Green's girlfriend. Clara, this is Mike, Mike is a night guard at the park.”

The woman, Clara nodded her head to Mike, but then looked back at Aviator. Aviator gave Mike a look and Mike was cleared his throat.

“So, what's the problem?” Mike asked.