Who Is Captain Beatty In Fahrenheit 451 Novels & Stories

"Good. Anthony, you should go with them. I want both of you somewhere public. That would be safer. Hospitals have security, witnesses, and cameras." "What about you?" "I'm going to look around, and see what the investigators find out. Someone wanted to send a message tonight. I need to understand what they're telling me." The fire chief was an old man named Captain Garett who had seen his own fair share of arson cases. His thick mustache was filled with ashes, and his eyes were tired but they carried the wisdom of someone who had spent decades watching things burn. "This was definitely intentional," he told me as we walked around the building, stepping carefully over the debris around and av

The man looked older than the guards at the door and the numbers of stars on his uniform was a clear indication that he was a very high ranked soldier. As they got closer and Bee turned on the main light, the officer's features became clear and I recognized him as the captain— captain Albert. He was one of Asher's close soldiers. He never went anywhere without him. What was he doing here? "Bee, is— is everything alright?" I stuttered as I held the bars of my cell. "My queen, this is the captain. He has accepted to help us," Bee announced and my eyes moved to the man, unsure of what to make of this.

he coldly responds. “And the bodies?….. What if Alpha Kryptos finds out,” my body is still stiff in its position as my moving lips ask the questions. “Worry less. Kryptos will never find out how they died, and he won’t believe you even if you say a word,” Beckett maliciously chuckles. Just like the other three, Beckett is also a psychopath. A mighty spit gulps down my throat as I struggle within for seconds, before finally putting myself together. I throw the dress on my wet body. “How certain is my freedom?”

When I reached the door, I took a deep breath and knocked three times. “Come in,” a familiar voice called from inside. I opened the door and stepped in. Sitting across from Principal Hargrove was a ridiculously hot guy with dark, slightly tousled hair and striking dark green eyes. I recognized him instantly. Sebastian Hale. Westfield’s captain. The one who had dismantled Hawthorne’s offense on Friday night and smiled at me afterward like he actually saw me.