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

Chapter Eleven: All Has Begun to Fall

No Nights at Team Crafted's

Chapter Eleven:

All Has Begun to Fall

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The phone in aviator's hand waiting for the pick up, but after a few long moments, all he got was voice mail. Aviator frowned, giving up. Clara, sitting next to him in the driver's seat of the car, gave a concerned look to Aviator's frustrated face.

“Don't worry about him, Aviator. We can't wait for him.” Clara sighed.

“I know, but you'd think he'd pick up the call from me!” Aviator looked down at the car compartment in front of him. “You know how emotional Mike is about this case.”

“I know you think he got himself into trouble, but i'm sure he's fine. Now let's focus on Tyler, okay?” Clara rolled her eyes and started the car.

The plan was to pick up Mike and then walk into the Team Crafted's Company building with Clara on blue tooth waiting outside. Aviator planned to walk in and find Hwnt to talk to him about the park and problems facing it, and then work from there. If anything happened, Clara would get the cops and they'd go inside. Well, Aviator confirms for sure it's Hwnt, and then gets Clara on the cops.

They pulled up to the building and parked in the parking lot, only to find something really really off. Aviator nearly choked on his spit when he noticed that he was already beaten there by a certain trio. Just standing outside of the building , Janet, Shelby, and Kyle and turned to see them, and were confused as well.

“What the hell?” Aviator frowned, walking over to the trio, Clara following closing behind.

“What are you doing here?” Shelby asked.

“More like what are you doing here!? You're not supposed to be here!” Aviator replied.

“Didn't you say you didn't hear anything about the case?” Shelby crossed her arms.

“How did you determine this was about the case?” Aviator asked.

Shelby just gave him a look. Honestly, it wasn't hard. Aviator had lied to her over that phone, but she wasn't going to get worked up over it. She sighed and shook her head.

“So is it a consensus about the belief that TC co has something to do with Tyler's kidnapping?” Janet groaned.

“I mean I still don't fully trust you,” Kyle replied to Janet.

“Oh shut ya whiny mouth, child.”

“Well.” Clara stepped up. “The woman is right. I came here earlier in the day. Mr. Hwnt ran into the room yelling about a failed experiment and asked for papers, and the front desk lady handed him papers with Tyler's information on them.”