Twenty seven: The Uninvited Guest

Travis' 

I locked eyes with the security who shot the question at me, like I could perform a magic spell on him to let it slide.

“You’re not answering?” He added.

“Drek. Just get his invitation card and stop being rude. Do you want to be fired?” Another rendered his voice.

“Please sir, pass your invitation card.” the latter demanded.

Fuck!

Invitation card…what invitation card?

My unsettling eyes searched the car and found the card just by the uber.

I breathed calmly and picked it up, revealing it to them.

“Alrighf sir, you may go in.” The latter ushered.

“Alright.” I muttered turning the wheel. “You!” I snapped at the former tilting my head down to reveal my angry eyes at him.

He lowered his gaze immediately. He definitely regretted his actions no doubt.

I scoffed and drove on inside through the gates.

I parked my car next to Carlos' outside and sat still inside while I observed the environment.

I saw men carrying crates into trucks. 

Whatever was in those crates is definitely illegal. I have a strong feeling about that.

Why else would the factory be located at the ends of the earth?

A knock on the car. It was gentle yet terrifying.

A man revealed himself at the window and waved his hand.

 I put down the car's glass window and he greeted me with a smile, “Good morning sir.”

“Good morning.” I deepened my voice to sound more mature.

He stood upright, his hands before his crotch. I didn't know what it meant.

“Aren’t you going in for the meeting sir?” the pretty old man asked me.

“Oh—yes of course!” I made a fake cough and got out of the car.

He stretched his hands to take the key from me, but I withheld it.

“Don’t worry, I don't plan on staying for long.” I said to him, faking a smile.

He squints,“I haven't quite seen your face here before. Are you new sir?” 

“What sort of ridiculous question is this?” I nagged.

“I’m sorry sir.” He bowed.

“I’m part of the family you know.” I included.

“Part of the family?” He sounded surprised.

Well, this is the right time to leave his presence before I say something that might get me caught.

I rushed my steps, looking back at the old man who was equally looking strangely at me.

He must be suspecting something.

I should be more cautious as I'm a total stranger here. I shouldn't be seen by Carlos' or his father else I'm done for.

Should I go inside?

What if they're there, right in front of the door? Then what?

I can't back out now, I need to know what the factory is producing first.

I see smoke rising up in the exhaust vent.

The smoke was massive, it made me wonder what they were really doing?

As I got closer to the door, just right on the concrete ground. I saw that symbol. The one with the raven in a circle.

Ha! 

I can't believe this is it? 

This is the organization.

 I laughed. But not too loud.

I'm finally unravelling the mystery of that secret  organization Sammy claims to be a dangerous one.

Time to go see what lies behind the door.

Part of me is afraid to go in. What if I open the door and guns are pointed at me?

What if they figured me to be an imposter from inception.

What then do I do?

I didn't even inform Sammy about this. What if something happens to me?

Gosh! 

Even if I should get killed here today, I absolutely believe that my ghost will haunt him and complete the mission of destroying Carlos' life.

I opened the door slightly and peered through. Workers with distinguished jackets were putting drugs in crates.

Not just any drug but hard drugs.

I might not have seen one until today, but I sure know movies have exposed that to be cocaine.

A white power in transparent packages?

I could smell it. It’s intoxicating.

I sneezed and covered my nose immediately.

This is definitely my ticket to go out, now that I know the location, I'll just go report it to the police.

I put my hand in my pocket to take out my phone, but it wasn't there.

Fuck!

I left it in my clothes.

My clothes are in the car.

Don't worry I didn't leave the bossy man naked. 

Or woman…whatever. The point is, I have to take pictures of this place to prove at least.

No one will believe me without evidence, not even Sammy.

A worker spotted me and was coming towards me in haste. His face had this killer vibe.

I turned around to leave immediately but he called, “sir!”

“Yes.” I replied without looking at him. My hand was already at the door if he decided to make any funny move.

I even imagined him saying, “put your hands in the air!”

“Here sir.” He beckoned.

I looked back and saw him stretching an oxygen mask to me.

“Oh…thank you.” I said calmly and collected the mask.

It's a ‘Drager LAR V Rebreather’ and now my face can be covered while I watch.

“The rest are in the room there.” He pointed out.

“Uh…okay.” I stuttered, reluctantly moving my foot forward.

I shouldn't be too sure wearing a mask can save me.

 Both father and son will be in that room. I shouldn't risk it.

I should leave, but my curiosity keeps driving me.

I took another step forward, more boldly this time. And before I knew it, I was already going to that room.

My ears could hear my heartbeat, but I chose to be brave and ignore it.

If I was a cop, it'd probably be one of those undercover duties.

I got to the door and opened it.

The people in the room were seated on chairs around a rectangular table. Mr. Alvarez sat at the last edge perpendicular to the door.

They all stopped listening to whoever was talking and turned to look at me.

Should I have knocked on the door?

This was totally a bad idea.

I was frozen at the door, my body tensed by their gazes.

None of them were wearing a mask. 

I'm gradually beginning to freak out.

I don't know if I can hold my piss for long.