"This has been quite a morning. I had a struggle getting out of bed." Agent Ross sat at his desk drinking his coffee."Have you found anything, Sir?""This kid is like a ghost. There is no record of him except for him being raised by his dad, who was a politician, and a mother who was a stay-at-home mom?""You said was Sir?""Yes, she sadly passed away. His dad was recently killed. All files of the dad's killing are gone.""Agent Ross, I want to see you in my office."Josh's eyes grew wide, "the chief looks pretty pissed. Is there something you did?""No, not that I know of. He never spoke to me like that before, last week, we had a BBQ at his place, and everything was fine?""Well, whatever it is, you got him worked up, or someone pissed him off."“Agent Ross,” the Chief shouted from his door, "You better go. That's not good. I will catch up with you later.""Yes, Sir, I am on my way.""Chief?

"Finally, some peace and quiet." Angela sits on the sofa, stretching out and facing the cabinet. The house is somewhat too quiet; she is used to a house full of people. Her parents always had people over, and on the corner of the window stood a flower pot. The white leather sofa with its backside facing the window is where her dad always sat reading the newspaper on Sunday. He had switched off his phone on a Sunday and sat all day on that couch. Her mother would only go out when he was not home; when he was there, she was there. Angela stared at the plant; it had grown quite abit for a seven-month-old plant, but her mom told everyone never to water that specific plant. It's one of those plants that never need watering. It was a snake plant also known as Sansevieria. The yellow edges blended with the green. Her mother was alot around that specific plant; she had not known why her mom was so attached. There came days when their dad argued she cared more for her plant than anyone else

Between the lounge and the open-plan kitchen was a passage tiled with brown ceramic tiles; she couldn't enter, as it was covered with a glass door. Angela tried sliding it open, and it wouldn't open. She took her gun and fired at the door, but the glass never even had a scratch. It was more of a ballistic door, "how are we supposed to get in there?" Claire asked. “Jack would know what to do." Angela walked back to the living room and looked down to the ground for a mat but noticed the tiles had a small patch of brown grout around one tile. Nicole, who had followed Angela, had also noticed the brown grout. "Are you thinking what I am thinking?" Nicole scratch her head, “you considering putting other tiles in here?” "No, something is off about that tile." Angela leaned down, and it was loose. Beneath the tile was something that seemed like a biometric system, Angela was hoping for a simple door handle, "why must everything always be a puzzle?" "Excuse me?" Nicole said. “Nothing,”

Angela walked over to the broken vase, "this used to be my mom's favorite vase. She was always around it." "What do you mean your mom's favorite vase?" "Well, it was an import from Italy." Angela picks up the broken pieces, "But yes, this is as broken as my family." Claire walked up to Angela placing her hand on Angela's shoulder, "it may be broken, but you can still glue the remaining pieces." Angela smiled at Claire's gesture, "it's okay. Let's focus on what's here." Angela looked around for clues. It had started to rain, "who would have expected that? The sky was clear when we got here.” "Come over here and help me." "Help you with what?" "To move this table." They moved the table, lifted the carpet, and opened the door, "Marcus and Nicole." they shouted down. There was no answer, "don't tell me we have to go down there again." "Well, unless you want to stay in the safe house forever. I would say we move around and try to find Jack." There was a sudden light on them fro

"We have been here over twenty-four hours, and I am starting to lose my mind. I would have thought they came in after the gas."There were screams all around. It was the kind of scream that bypasses the ears to speak right to the heart."I can't handle it, Jack. How do you keep so calm?""I block out my surroundings, Angela."Nicole moved over to Jack and looked up at him, "We will be safe, right?""Without a doubt."Nicole looked up at him, "I feel safe around you."Marcus looked over at his sister; she was calm and looked happy."How are you feeling.""Under the circumstances, I’m okay, thank you.""How are you feeling, Marcus?"Marcus looked around in this shit hole, “I guess under the claustrophobic cell with the smell. I am trying to survive like you.”"Imagine how your sister felt being here alone, and the anticipation of the unknown could be scary.""Thank you for getting her out of this hell hole. Maybe our purpose is to come back here to save others.Angela stood up and looked