Break the Chain

Haunted

you guys okay? you guys strapped in? 

okay good... let's go. 
-dal
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Flip didn't know what to do with himself. Specifically, he didn't know where to start. He had a gut feeling that something bad happened, but he didn't need to get ahead of himself... Not yet.

"Is there anywhere else she could have gone?" Flip paced back and forth as he shouted into the phone.

"I don't know! I just know she told me she was heading straight to my place!" Jen shouted back.

"Fuck." Flip muttered. He lifted his hand to his mouth taking another drag of his cigarette.

"You sound worried... do you think something happened to her?" Jen's voice was muffled. Flip imagined her biting her nails.

"I don't know. Here." Flip handed the phone back to Ron as he started walking.

"Baby, I'll call you in a little. Let me know if you hear from her." Ron hung up the phone, following Flip.

"What do you think, man?" Ron was out of breath trying to keep up with Flip.

"I don't know... I don't know." Flip repeated. The only thing he could focus on was walking. One step in front of the other. He didn't really know where he was going, but he couldn't stay there.

"Where the fuck do we keep the security footage?!" Flip shouted, stopping in his tracks. He couldn't focus, not with his heart pounding in his ears.

"Follow me." Ron picked his pace up, walking in front of Flip. He took a couple of turns, leading him to the elevator. Flip shut his eyes, trying to get his breathing under control.

"Come on." Ron waved his hand over once they made it to the basement.

Flip blindlessly followed him as they walked up to a room at the end of the hall. When Ron opened the door, Flip pushed past him. The only source of light coming from the room was from a bunch of TV's, showing a live stream of around the station. There was a man sitting at a desk in front of the TV's reading a newspaper.

"I need to see some footage from earlier today." Flip practically slammed his hands down on his table.

"You need authorization from the chief." The man sitting at the desk didn't even turn his head, barely acknowledging Flip.

Flip looked down at the nameplate sitting on the desk. 'Kevin' was engraved onto the piece of wood in front of him.

"I don't have time for that," Flip growled.

"Come back with the chief's approval." Kevin flipped the page, not lifting his eyes.

"Listen, Kevin. I could give two shits about the chief right now." Flip snatched the newspaper out of his hands, finally getting a reaction out of him.

Kevin flinched as he turned his head to look at the two men standing over him.

"Come on, man. Just this once." Ron whispered.

Kevin shook his head as he sat up in his chair, grabbing a computer mouse in his hands.

"Fine, but if the chief is out for blood, I'm sending him to you two."

Flip watched as he clicked a few times before turning his head over to him.

"When and where do you want?" Kevin sighed.

"The briefing room." Flip gulped. "About four hours ago."

Flip could feel his heart race as he watched the screens in front of him rewind.