Story: District Three Part 4: ALT

Monday; November 3rd 2014 9:23am
The agent and Elisa are sitting on a dirt road a way away from the caravan site. The window is open; rain is hammering down on the hood of the car.

Elisa exclaiming. “My senses aren’t going to be very effective.” the agent asking curiously: “is that so?” Elisa nodding. Thinking to herself: “This rain is a problem. I can’t smell or hear anything so this will be good cover if they are still here.” Elisa staring outside the window. Elisa holding the tranquilizer gun in hand. The Agent thinking: “I really want you to try and reason with the skor but I cannot say for certain how that would go.” Elisa thinking to herself again: “Not well given the fact that he wants me dead.” Elisa stepping out of the car The Agent still sitting inside. Elisa’s hair getting drenched sticking to her face. Elisa turning to the Agent. The agent exclaiming: “You’ll have to get closer if you need to use your Tranquilizer. This rain will pose a great problem for us. If you can get him to talk that is… You’re a SKOR you should be able to outrun him. The riot armour makes him slow.” Elisa nodding. Turning to the caravan site on the other side of the vast field. Slowly stepping through the muddy grass; the long tall grass dampening Elisa’s trousers.

Elisa thinking again: “This water is likely to slow me down as well. I hope they’re not there.” As Elisa walks through the field she steps on a metal frame. Elisa looking down at the metal frame pulling it up off the grass. Grass heavily meshed and woven around the frame. Elisa grabbing a knife begins to cut away at the grass. As Elisa pulls it up she notices the rusted frame is of a bike. Pulling all of it up out of the grass. A complete bike. Elisa clearing the grass from the spokes pulling the bike vertically she begins to spin the wheel. The wheel turning quickly as the grass is freed from the spokes. Elisa putting the front wheel down on the ground pulling the back wheel up vertically clearing grass from the spokes. Elisa turning the wheel. The spokes begin to spin. Elisa setting both tires down on the grass clambers on top of the seat. The seat wet and the bike handles cold. Elisa setting her feet on the pedals. Turning up to the caravan site. Then looking back to the Agent’s car making sure he is alright. Elisa being to pedal the bike. The bike is heavy and slow but as she brings the bike up to speed it makes short work of the grass. Cycling over the grass. Elisa feels slightly unbalanced on the bike swaying clumsily side to side. Not having rode in a while with her brother Elliot.

Elisa braking at the caravan site. Elisa jumping off the bike propping it on the side of the wall. Elisa’s phone buzzing as she stands besides the wall. Clicking on a bluetooth headset on her head.

The Agent: “Alright. You don’t need to say anything Elisa. If you get to him let me know.”

The agent listening to Elisa as she begins to walk around the caravan site. The old rusty Caravan’s metal creaking in the wind.

Her eyes focused on the one familiar caravan. Elisa putting her hand on the door thinking about the previous night. The SKOR that was hiding besides the caravan. Elisa can feel no movement inside this time. Elisa turning around watching the horizon begins to walk around to the front of the caravan where the SKOR busted out. The caravan is empty. Nobody is present in the caravan but as Elisa enters; among the smell of rain fall she can smell a strong scent of dried bloody and decayed corpse. The strong power odor of death lingering in the air. Clear signs of death littering the caravan. Elisa closing her eyes backing up out of the caravan preferring the strong mask that the rain provided. Elisa using her damp jacket begins to wrap it around her face using it as a mask to cover her mouth to stop the strong smell. Walking back into the caravan she composes herself. Relaxing as she continues to observe the Caravan. Inside is a stack of damp paper. A large hole in the roof of the caravan dripping rain water on the paper. Elisa pulling the stack of wet paper away from the hole. The paper still soaked. Elisa exclaiming quietly through the microphone. “A large stack of paper. Documents. Possibly a case file.”

Elisa gasping. As she looks closely at the document. The running ink appears to still depict a picture of Vincent. Elisa speaking to the agent again: “Looks like Vincent.” The agent curious. “Vincent. Your friend Vincent?” Elisa trying to pick the papers up again. A portion of the paper getting stuck too her hand. Elisa speaking to the agent: “I can’t pick it up. It’s ruined.” The agent exclaiming: “Leave it there. Whoever it is they were likely leaving you a message.”

Elisa thinking: “How would he know we’d be coming back?” The agent thinking.

The agent confused: “I’m not sure. I’m guessing he knew we’d want to follow it up but even then... ” Elisa assertively: “This place is empty. There are definitely remains of something here but it’s too far gone. Only a stain and bone fragments remain of it.” Elisa bending down.

The agent interested: “Clothing?” Elisa nodding. “Scraps of fabric. It’s definitely Hunter.”

The agent exclaiming: “These instances are very similar. Aren’t they? Two SKOR same technique. Hunters sent to a death trap. Devoured by another hunter.” Elisa thinking about it: “Surely it’s easy to find out the patterns that hunters operate. Right? Confirm their location.” The agent inspired by Elisa’s response. “Now that is an idea. I’ll contact my partner as soon as you get back and request he look into them.” Elisa querying: “Should I come back?” The agent thinking: “It’s your choice; but I’d like you to keep looking if that is alright with you.” Elisa agreeing. She continues to look as requested by the Agent. As she stands up she catches sight of red matter dripping from one of the cabinets besides her. Elisa turning to the cabinet. Elisa nervously putting her fingers on the door handle. Slowly opening the door of the cabinet. Backing up. A disgusting vile stench escaping the cabinet. Elisa’ falling back onto the blood stained floor gasping and cursing. “Shit!” The agent on the other end panicking in a quick and worried tone: “Are you alright?” Elisa jumping up onto her feet. A pool of rainwater soaking her trousers and hands. Elisa shaking her hands off. Nervously and disgusted by the insect infested corpse. “Yes… I just found something.” Elisa running out of the caravan into the rain that’s still hammering down on her. Coughing and choking pulling the jacket from her face.

The agent talking to Elisa: “Need me to come over?”

Elisa still coughing and gagging from the sight of the body. Elisa still trying to clear her throat: “Saving them for later?” The agent agreeing: “I suppose so… either way. I’m the clean up guy.” The agent about to get out of his car putting the phone to his ear. Elisa pleading: “Don’t come. I’ll be fine.”

The agent exhaling; commenting: “If I wasn’t sure you didn’t eat people before I’m convinced now. Alright. I’ll stay here. If things go bad though remember what we discussed.”

Elisa on the other end. “Sure.” Elisa walks back inside the caravan. The Caravan floor creaking as the water begins to run; blood from the cabinet mixing with the dirty rain water. Blooding Elisa’s shoes. Elisa swallowing nervously as she continues inside. Elisa coughing again in disgust. Composing herself again she continues walking towards the cabinet. Grabbing a dirty old cloth from a wrack on the wall she puts it over her hands and begins to drag the body out. It’s only a torso and a head. Half of the face is missing. An animal. (SKOR) had devoured the face and a large portion of brain. The legs and arms are missing. Maggots and flies had begin to eat away at the corpse. The body still wearing FT Uniform. A jacket of District Three and a white t-shirt. On the ground in the cabinet a tag with the man’s name. Elisa using her foot pulls the tag into the light of the roof. Elisa on the phone to The Agent. “It’s a District Three Hunter. Stewart Rowe”

The agent querying with Elisa: “Is that his tag you found? What does the emblem look like?”

Elisa looking at the small emblem on the corner of the tag. Elisa not sure if it’s the symbol he meant. “A sword?” The agent thinking. “A rookie hunter? Is that all that’s on the emblem?” Elisa looking at the emblem. “Yes. It’s just a sword.” Elisa confirming that the hunter was a trainee. The agent finding a notepad in his glove compartment.The agent: “Hold on a second.” The agent shuffling around in the glove compartment pulling out a black biro pen “Alright. Give me his Hunter Identification Number.” Elisa confused: “Where is it?”

The agent explaining: “Just besides his picture it will have his Name and below that the identification number. 4 Letters at the beginning and 5 numbers and 2 letters.” Elisa repeating the number on the ID card. “S T R O - 1 4 0 9 2 - D T” The agent thanking Elisa: “I see. Thank you Elisa.” The agent continuing: “He is a member of District Three. The last two letters signify the facility they first joined. The first four are two letters from their first name and 2 letters from their last name. The 5 numbers are their FT Number ID.”

The agent going quiet. Elisa curious. “Elisa. Can you get me that ID?” Elisa bending down picking up the bloodied pass with the cloth disgusted holding it by the cloth. The agent politely: “Come back I’ve got something for you to put that in.” Elisa turning around walking out of the caravan. As Elisa steps out of the caravan she can hear footsteps. Elisa gasping.

Elisa whispering to Ace. “Someone’s coming.” Elisa looking at a closet Elisa walking slowly sneaking towards a closet opening it she climbs in closing the door behind her. Elisa still holding the tag. Elisa with no space frozen in fear. Closing her eyes. The agent going silent on the other end. He is watching closely his eye widen as he catches sight of a familiar silhouette in the distance.

“Flynn and Michelle are there. Fucking idiots. I told them not too.” The agent noticing his phone had been disconnected. The agent cursing under his breath. “Shit..” Elisa is completely oblivious to the Agent’s warning noticing her bluetooth has stopped working.

Flynn outside noticing the blood flushing outside of the caravan. Flynn turning to Michelle grabbing his pistol from his holster. Turning back to the Caravan he cautiously approaches it. Michelle taking a pistol out of her holster running around the caravan. The sound of Michelle masked by the confines of the cupboard. Elisa removing the tranquilizer gun from her pocket. Pushing the cupboard open slightly. Elisa pulls the barrel of the gun towards the opening of the cupboard. The agent is running across the field in a panic trying to reach Elisa before Flynn finds her.

Flynn slowly making his way into the Caravan. Flynn wincing as he glances at the body lying on the floor. Reeling in disgust. Michelle watching the back door of the caravan. Not entering as Flynn is cautiously investigating the caravan. Flynn’s boots slowly beating against the creaky floor of the rusty caravan. Flynn looking towards the body on the floor. His hair drenched draped over his face. Flynn flicking the wet hair from his eyes. Elisa seeing the man bent down jumping out from the cupboard noticing the uniform Elisa gasping as Flynn turns around the tranquilizer pointed at Flynn. Elisa shouting confused: “Flynn…?” Elisa lowering the tranquilizer still holding onto the id. Flynn jolting around. His gun pointing at Elisa. “Elisa?” Flynn shouting confused. “What the hell? What is this? What on earth is going on?” Flynn greatly disturbed the scene. Assuming the worst. Michelle running into the Caravan. Elisa clearly still plastered up from her injuries sustained in the kidnapping. Michelle shocked: “Shit. Elisa what is going on?”

The agent out of breath running towards the caravan. Elisa turning around to the agent out of breath in a gasped tone. “ What on earth are you doing here?” Michelle worried: “Is… Is that a gun?” Elisa backing up. Shaking her head assertively: “It’s not a gun.” The agent silent. Flynn taking the gun from Elisa’s hands. Flynn turning back to Michelle; “Tranquilizer?” Elisa nodding. “I found this hunter and I found the tranquilizer. I thought there was a SKOR around I need to protect myself.” Michelle exhaling. “What are you even doing here?”

The agent exclaiming: “She is with me; and she is helping me out. I-...” The agent reluctant to tell Michelle about the kidnapping. Flynn assuming that it was related to the kidnapping. Michelle pleading: “Can we get out of here?” The group agreeing stepping outside of the caravan. The agent explaining: “This was my idea. It’s not Elisa’s fault.” Michelle cussing the Agent: “You went completely against procedure. Elisa isn’t a hunter. Why didn’t you ask us?” The agent silent. Michelle turning to Flynn: “Aren’t you going to say anything about this? Help me out here Flynn. You have to condemn this shit.” Michelle turning back to the Agent: “You’re an agent of Central you should know better.” The agent admitting: “It’s not against protocol.” Michelle confused: “What do you mean… of course it is.” The agent exclaiming: “Elisa is involved because somebody kidnapped her and it wasn’t far from this site I found her.” Michelle in shock. “What… when did?” Elisa nervously looking down towards the ground. Losing her focus on Michelle. Flynn responding: “He is right… but that still doesn’t excuse her using a tranquilizer. You can’t be taking weapons.” Elisa nervously and apologetically muttering under her breath. “Sorry…” Flynn concerned: “Do you even know what’s in that gun? If you fired that at me I would’ve died.” Elisa thinking to herself: “Or not… it was the Agent that filled the tranquilizer. Tranquilizer barely potent enough to down a human.”

The agent exhaling: “She wouldn’t have killed anyone. That Skornamide is over 3 months old and there is barely anything in that dart. It would’ve put you on the floor but not out.”

Flynn confused: “How would you know that?” The agent exhaling again. Pausing. Admitting in a mutter: “I filled it.”

Michelle opening her mouth wide in shock. “You supplied her?” Michelle shaking her head holding her hands up. “Look. I don’t want to hear it.” The agent shaking his head: “Stop making this about me. You went completely against what I told you. Didn’t you? There is no other way you’d be here. So who sent you?” Michelle ignoring the agent. “You’ve got a body to clean up. Just go. Alright?” Elisa getting angry. Rolling her eyes. “Can we all just calm down? I had been taken by some son of a bitch at District Three and you guys just can’t stop bickering.” Elisa snatching the tranquilizer back from Flynn running off back towards the caravan. Flynn standing in shock. In a stammer shouting back at Elisa: “H- hey! Come back!” Flynn running after Elisa. The agent and Michelle looking at each other then looking towards Flynn and Elisa as they walk off. The agent angrily snapping: “I’m doing this for our own good.”

Michelle offhandedly: “Is that why you’re interviewing Flynn; and sending Elisa off to explore a caravan sight alone? Peter said there is a SKOR on the loose here. Why would you do that?”

The agent scoffing. The agent storming away following after Elisa and Flynn. Michelle following after him nervously. Flynn still following Elisa pleading with her: “Elisa stop… What’s going on between you two?” Elisa turning back to Flynn. “He is trying to help you. Why don’t you trust him?”

Elisa closing her eyes as she continues walking. Her hair and clothes drenched with rain water.

Flynn shrugging: “He isn’t trying to help you though is he?” Elisa silent. Elisa knowing why the agent is using her. Flynn still confused: “I don’t get why you aren’t seeing things straight. Elisa. You’re not a hunter; you’re trained to fight hand to hand but you’re aren’t trained to fight SKOR like we are he is putting you in danger.” Elisa avoiding the mention of last nights encounter with the SKOR. Flynn confused as to who that was in the caravan. “Who was that Elisa… Why were you…”

Elisa silent: “I don’t know. I found it. “ Flynn looking at the tag in Elisa’s hands. “You have his tag. Can’t I take a look at it?” Flynn trying to get Elisa to slow down. As elisa continues walking away. “District Three took me; and District Three will find me. You doing this is going to compromise Radford. You need to trust him.” Flynn shrugging: “Yes so you keep telling me; but you’re not exactly convincing me.” Flynn drawing his pistol. Clicking the gun on. “You’re stopping now.” Elisa stopping turning around to Flynn. Elisa’s eyes shifting glaring at Flynn. “You’re not shooting me.”

Flynn scoffing: “Right; against guidelines… but then I found you with a body of a potential hunter what else am I to think?” Elisa stuttering: “Wait… what?” Flynn in a serious tone: “I don’t think you did it but I’m certain something isn’t right. The agent was eager to get us away from District Three. So what do they know that we don’t? What is the agent hiding?” The Agent in the distance shouting at Flynn. “What the hell are you doing?” As the Agent approaches behind Flynn; Flynn turns around putting the gun to the Agent. “Come on. You’re interviewing me about the Caravan site and now you and Elisa are here. What the hell is going on?” Michelle approaching them seeing Flynn pointing the gun towards The Agent. Michelle cursing: “Flynn… fuck stop!” Flynn: “What the hell is going on. What aren’t you telling us?” The agent still quiet. The agent exhaling: “I thought I made it perfectly clear. What else do you want to know?” The Agent’s phone buzzing. Flynn lowering the gun as the Agent answers the phone.

The agent on his private phone: “Radford.”

It’s the gentleman on the other end: “Baron recognised one of the hunters on the listings she has gone crazy. Demanding Elisa. I don’t know what’s going on but you might want to come over and calm her down.” The Agent can hear the crazy wailing of Baron in the background. Uncontrollable and feral. The Agent nervous: “Are you okay?” The Gentleman responding: “It’s obviously not me she wants but she wants to talk to Elisa. So maybe it’ll calm her down.” The Agent curious: “Do you know who he responded to?” The man replying: “No. I couldn’t get anything out of her before she started going crazy. Like I said you better get Elisa on the line as soon as possible. I might have to put her out.” The Agent nodding: “Alright. If it gets out of her hand just do it. I can’t risk anyone getting hurt. Thank you for your help.” The Agent hanging the phone up. Flynn getting confused putting the gun back up to the Agent again: “What was that?... who was that?” The Agent silent. The Agent grabbing the gun from Flynn’s hand disarming him. Kicking Flynn to the floor. Flynn wincing as he lays on the ground. “Don’t ask me anymore questions.” Flynn cursing on the ground. “Son of a…” The Agent turning to Elisa. “We’ve got to go.” The agent turning back to Michelle. In a dull and quiet serious tone: “Go home and take Flynn with you. I’m not asking you. I’m telling you. My conscious is clear now. I’ve given you plenty of warnings if you die or fall to that SKOR. That’s on you.” The Agent handing the gun to Michelle walking away. Elisa following the Agent back to his car. Flynn stumbling to his feet holding his gun. Michelle looking at Flynn completely silent. Flynn looking up. “You’re just going to let him get away?” Michelle closing her eyes feeling defeated. “Let’s just go. Alright?” Flynn looking up at Michelle agitated: “So you’re just going to let him win?” Michelle shaking her head: “If he’s right.”

Flynn groaning. Cursing: “Fuck it. Fine. You’re calling up Peter. I’m not dealing with him again.” Flynn hissing as he storms away back to Michelle’s car. Michelle taking out her phone following after Flynn. The Agent browsing his private phone looking to Elisa: “You need to talk to Baron. She has seen someone of interest.” The agent hitting the contact on the phone putting it to his ear. “Hey. Get her on the line.” The Agent passing the phone to Elisa. Elisa sitting in the back of the agent’s car. The Agent getting in the front. The Agent starting the car. Pulling away. Driving back towards his flat. Elisa asking: “Baron?” Baron is quiet at the sound of Elisa’s voice. Baron hissing sounding angry. “The hunter coward… the biggest coward of them all. I know who he is.” Elisa curious: “Who?” Baron not catching the hunter's name before going into a fit of rage. Baron seemingly avoiding the name: “cowardly fleshbag needs to die. Chop him up into tiny pieces and feed me his corpse. I don’t care what he looks like after… Kill him. Kill him.” Elisa asking again: “What was his name?”

Baron is wailing and crying. The phone is creaking as baron appears to be crushing it tightly in her hands. The sound becoming muffled and distorted.

Not long after the phone goes dead as Baron smashes the phone into pieces. Elisa exhaling and cursing: “Shit. It’s dead.” The agent hearing the phone on loudspeaker. The agent swearing: “The bitch broke the phone. She knows who it is…”

Elisa thinking back to when Baron was talking about the kid. Elisa’s eyes widening. Elisa explaining to the Agent: “Elisa was born when a friend of hers was shot down. I think what Baron saw was a hunter that did that.

The SKOR never hurt anyone. Didn’t kill anyone; like me. Refused. Then got killed by a hunter.”

The agent changing direction. “We’re making another stop then. We’ll be seeing Baron again.” As the Agent reaches a large Motorway the car accelerates tearing down the motorway leaving dust behind.

Monday; November 3rd 2014 2:44pm
Later; The agent and Elisa stop outside a building. Elisa confused: “What is this place?” The agent quietly muttering: “Solitude. I suppose.”

Elisa curious. Following after Agent as he makes his way to the building. Pressing the buzzer on the gate of the small building.

“Rosse” The gate doors sliding open. Radford gesturing for Elisa to follow him inside. Walking towards the front door of the building. The agent looking at Elisa. “This was initially a planned location for an FT facility but their plans later changed. 25 other facilities were opened after Forke; Ledbury and Daleford.” Elisa curious: “What made them change their minds?”

The agent grunting: “Their leader vanished and it wasn’t long before FT Siren was disbanded; leaving this building alone. I took over the building for the leader of FT Siren and have continued to maintain it ever since. It’s my real base of operations. The flat in Daleford is merely a hub.”

Elisa querying: “Siren?” The Agent nodding. “FT Siren was a hunting group in between two towns. A small hub that operated between both. FT Siren had a base of operations  in the heart of the town but later they built up plans to move it into this abandoned house. The site of an unfortunate… assault. This place became ownership of FT… then I bought it.” The door opening a man behind it. The man cover his face with a scarf. Turning back around he walks further into the house. The agent: “Where is Baron?” The man muttering underneath the cover of the scarf: “Living room. I sent her to sleep.” The agent grateful: “Thank you.”

The Agent leading Elisa into the living room. Elisa setting down on the sofa besides Baron. Poking her. The agent looking towards the man. “She will be out for sometime.” The Agent nodding. “Elisa wait here for when she wakes up. In the meantime I have some important matters to discuss.” Elisa agreeing staying sat down as The Agent and the man walk away upstairs. Baron’s eyes opening. Elisa standing up. “Baron.” Baron hissing. “Elisa…” Baron dizzy from the tranquilizer. Lumbering to her feet. Baron hissing again: “Coward… He drugged me… I want to” Elisa holding Baron back. “Focus. You need to tell me who you saw. Baron. I want you to tell me who hurt your friend.” Baron’s eyes looking up at Elisa. Baron pointing towards the laptop. Elisa turning to the laptop lifting the lid up. The page of the Hunter names and profile images still up. Elisa scrolling the page back. Baroon hissing. “That one… That hunter.” Baron begins to howl and screech. “The hunter that killed… the hunter coward. The monster it’s him!” Baron still tired by howling loudly. Her body language so deranged and feral. Elisa holding Baron back.

“Hold it.” Elisa trying to plead Baron. Elisa turning back to the laptop.

“Ed Stark?” Elisa looking back at Baron confused.

Elisa’s eyes widening. The man that shot at her. It was him. Elisa realizing who it was. “Edward Stark. The man that tried to shoot me. I know who this person is.” Baron’s eyes widening in excitement. “I want to kill this man… I want you to feed me his corpse. His blood. I need his blood.” Baron wailing and fidgeting. Her feet moving impatiently on the floor. Elisa still trying to calm Baron down. The Agent walking back into the living room confused. “Elisa. What’s going on?” Elisa looking up at the Agent. “Edward Stark.” The agent’s eyes opening wide. His mouth agape. Shocked. “Edward Stark. Yes…” Elisa exclaiming: “He was the one that was helping the SKOR.” The Agent slamming his hand against the doorframe. “That son of a bitch. Let’s go.” The agent with conviction begins to make his way out of the building.” Baron hissing turning to the agent. “I want to kill this man… for vengeance… for resolve” The agent stopping looking at Baron. His eyes shifting; turning his eyes away. Unsure.

“I can’t allow that; that’s against protocol.” A voice from the shadows: “Has that stopped you before?” The agent quiet. Knowing it’s true that hasn’t stopped him before. The man implicating Elisa. Elisa turning to the man in the shadows: “Who are you?” The man remaining silent. Not responding. The agent holding his hands out. “Not now.” The agent turning to Baron. “You can come with us SKOR.” Baron smirking. “Grateful.”

Baron responding. The agent continues walking; Elisa and Baron following closely behind. The agent exclaiming as he gets into his car. “Edward Stark was a confirmed survivor of the Caravan Site. I’m wondering how he survived. Elisa exclaiming: “I’m certain he was the hunter that was helping the SKOR. They’re working together.” The agent scoffing: “Fantastic. So another SKOR is working with our VIP. That’s two SKOR.” Elisa thinking: “I doubt he was a SKOR; he never used any abilities in that fight and it was in their interest to see too it that we never escaped; which unfortunately for them. We did.” The agent is tearing down the stretch of motorway again. Towards District Three. The agent pleading with Elisa: “Baron; Elisa. I need you both to stay inside the car when we get to District Three. I’ll park somewhere out of sight.” Baron snarling: “Not a chance I’m going to tear that meatbag apart the first chance I get.” The Agent snapping back: “No chance. District Three security is tight. Neither of you are getting through. Let me handle things.”

Elisa worried: “What happens if he tries to attack you?”

The agent muttering quietly: “Then I will defend myself.” Meanwhile

Monday; November 3rd 2014 3:23pm
Michelle is getting frustrated. Her attention focused on the betrayal of the Agent; and the truth that Flynn kept from her relating to Elisa’s kidnapping.

Michelle not talking sitting at her desk in tears.

Her mind drawn to the feeling of uselessness and powerlessness as the Agent lied to her and Flynn felt like she couldn’t be told about Elisa. Flynn in the other room of the HQ knowing that Michelle is upset. Unsure what to do and what to say to calm her down. Flynn sitting down at a desk trying to take his mind off of it. Looking at the case file of the homicide. His eyes looking away from the file putting his face in his hand leaning against his elbow in deep thought. Frustrated standing up from the desk walking towards Michelle’s office.

Michelle is holding the soldier figurine in her hand the chair facing the back wall of the office. Michelle turning her head looking over her shoulder. Briskly turning back again looking at the figurine again. Silent. The agent apologetically. “I’m sorry. Alright?” Michelle still ignoring Flynn. Flynn exhaling. Michelle responding: “Why can’t you trust me Flynn?” Flynn quiet. Michelle grunting in frustration. “I thought we were over this… whole trust thing. You told me yourself you felt better after Vincent’s death. So why have you regressed to your untrusting self again? What is your problem Flynn?” Flynn quiet. “It’s not that… I promised the agent I wouldn’t. I didn’t want this to get in the way of your conference … or to worry about Elisa.”

Michelle scoffing at Flynn: “Idiots… of course I’d have worried about Elisa; Of course I’d want to find her… of course… why did you feel the need to hide it? Why did you think I would’ve acted badly? I made a promise to David… and Robert. I promised them I’d protect Daleford… Elisa… Linda everybody. I promised them both that. “ Flynn frustrated: “I promised him I wouldn’t because he didn’t want me or you to cause a scene and ‘compromise him.’” Michelle confused: “Compromise him? There is that word again… what did he assume we were going to compromise exactly?” Flynn unsure..

Michelle scoffing and cursing: “He’s so full of shit.”

Flynn nodding: “And I’m inclined to agree… C’mon. We’ve got work to do right?” Michelle thinking: “I want to report him.” Flynn nodding: “Then I won’t stop you. Do what you think is right.”

Flynn shrugging: “I’ll be working on the homicide case if you need me.” The phone going on the desk of HQ. Michelle answering it.

“Skornhold.”

A man on the other end. “Peter Foreman. District Three. You didn’t stick around? Why was that?” Michelle surprised: “You know? I’m sorry something came up at HQ that we had to investigate. I’d like to re-arrange another date. I was talking to an assistant of yours Edward Stark. Explaining that I had an emergency here that I had to take care of.” Peter Foreman understanding of Michelle. “I’ll need someone else to go in your stead. Activity has been escalating I’m worried for the safety of Forke and my men are too frightened to attend. I’d request you at least visit tonight.” Michelle reluctantly: “I’ll see what I can do Mr Foreman; but I can’t be making any promises.” Peter Foreman pleading: “Then send Flynn. I’ve got a Veteran hunter of my own Edward Stark that would be willing to join him.” Peter Foreman trying to convince Michelle to send flynn on his own.

Michelle responding: “I’m sorry. I don’t feel that is wise. I appreciate that you feel Flynn is trained enough but he has been out of action for a year.”

Peter Foreman talking in a serious tone: “You don’t have much faith in your own hunter do you?” Flynn in front of Michelle: “I’ll go.” Peter Foreman hearing Flynn’s compliance. “Excellent. Tomorrow at 7:00am. Please meet my assistant Edward Stark at District Three. He will take Flynn to the Caravan Site.”

The phone hanging up. Michelle exhaling: “You’ll need to head down to District Three by 7:00am. Flynn nodding walking out of the office. “Well then. I’m going to get some sleep then.”

Michelle now subliminally thinking about what Ace Radford said. Flynn turning to Michelle: “You’re not still worried about District Three are you?” Michelle quiet. Feeling something isn’t right. Looking up at Flynn. “Come with me.” Flynn following Michelle as she begins to make her way upstairs. Michelle making her way to the Arsenal. Looking into the caged off room. Michelle removing her ID card from her lanyard. Swiping it along the card scanner. The green light on the door switching on; The door beeping. Michelle pushing the door open. Flynn following after her. The door locking as it reconnects with the door frame. Michelle walking over to a very large case. A key in her hand she begins to unlock the large case. Holding the handles of a lower compartment. Michelle turning to Flynn: “You were always a sharp shooter. I’ll switch places with you on that mission tomorrow. All you need is this. Flynn looking curiously as to what’s inside the compartment. Michelle pulling the compartment open. The heavy metal making the compartment hard to open. Inside the compartment as it slowly opens a very large Sniper Rifle. Flynn astonished: “The size of… Holy crap. Michelle?” Michelle smirking meekly: “I was hoping to not get you involved but if you’re set on helping Flynn. Let me go head first. I’ll need your skills as a sharpshooter.” Flynn is doubting his own ability as a sharpshooter. Michelle standing up putting her hands on Flynn’s shoulder leaning in. “I trust you. Alright?”Michelle looking into Flynn’s eyes. She can feel her heart pounding fast. Flynn smiling adoringly at Michelle.

Flynn apologetically: “I’m sorry if it seemed like I didn’t trust you.”

Michelle smiling faintly. Michelle wrapping her arms around Flynn. Hugging him tightly. “We’ve been through alot together. I’m just glad you’re here with me.” Flynn exhaling: “I wish that was the same with the rest of us.”  Michelle muttering: “That’s okay. We’ll do what we can…We can’t let them fight alone. It’s clear they’re set and they’re not going to change for anyone.”

Michelle again: “Tomorrow at 7:00 then?” Flynn shaking his head. “No. Fuck that. It’s likely that the Agent and Elisa are going back. Let’s go catch them before it’s too late.”

Michelle smiling. “We can watch them from a distances and help them when they need it.”

Michelle gently kissing Flynn on the cheek. Taking her arms off of Flynn bending down she picks the sniper rifle out of the compartment. Michelle handing it to Flynn. Flynn taking the gun from Michelle’s hands looking at it. Flynn feeling a stronger bond building with Michelle as she attempts to comfort him. Smile growing wider his eyes shining as they bat from side to side encapsulated by Michelle.

The quiet empty halls of the HQ fills the two hunters with a moment of intimacy. Flynn putting his hand up to Michelle’s face holding her cheek. Defeatedly expressing. “Do you ever ask what could have been if you’d never been a hunter?”

Michelle’s eyes gazing down to the floor in an unhappy tone. “Sometimes; but I am just glad I have friends like you? You know. Before we met I contemplated… a lot of things. Life got complicated felt broken. Unfixable. Thought I could never be me…” Michelle looking up at Flynn a cheer; tearful expression on her face; You; David and Robert were what kept me going.” flynn expressing content. “after Vincent stabbed me in the back I was convinced the world was against me for a while. I still find it hard to trust people.” Flynn shaking his head: “but despite everything. Michelle. I can trust you.” Michelle’s mouth opening surprised. Michelle begins to blush. Flattered by Flynn’s comment. Michelle crying clutching Flynn tightly she begins to hug him around the waist. Flynn hugging Michelle as well. The two begin to hug intimately. The first step for the two. Later:

Monday; November 3rd 2014 4:11pm
Elisa; Baron and The Agent arrive outside of District Three; The Agent leaving his car up the road getting out. Turning to Elisa and Baron: “If someone approaches the car you know what to do.” Baron scoffing: “Tear them apart.” The agent exhaling frustrated. “Absolutely not. You need to conceal yourselves. If they seem like they’re going to go for you. Run. If you suspect I’m in there too long. I might need your help.”

Elisa nodding determined. Baron with her legs across the back seat in an uncaring manner resting. The Agent closing the car door behind him; walking towards District Three cautiously. Elisa watching and observing him closely as he makes his way into District Three. Pushing the large compound gate open’ closing it behind him.

He reaches the main entrance of the HQ. Looking for Peter Foreman and Edward Stark. A young female hunter standing out the entrance. The Agent holding his pass up to the girl. “Central Agent; Ace Radford. Where is your Facility Operator?”

The girl shaking her head. “I haven’t seen him.”

The Agent confused: “Did he go home?” The girl shaking her head. Pointing to his car. “It’s still out there. I just can’t find him.” The Agent thinking: “Edward Stark?” The girl shaking her head again. The agent scoffing: “I’ll find them myself.” Storming off he makes his way down the corridor to the office of Peter Foreman. As the hunter told him previously. Peter Foreman isn’t in there. The agent yelling the operator’s name. “Peter Foreman. If you are around please meet me at your office. Hunters if you know where your operator is please come to me immediately.”

Another male hunter looking back at Ace Radford. Shouting back to the agent: “He’s not around. Nobody knows where he or Edward are. Like usual.” The agent’s head snapping to the hunter. The agent power walking to the man’s desk. Ace confused: “What?” the man repeating. “Nobody knows where they are.” Ace shaking his head. “No. The last part.” The man thinking stammering as he repeats what he previously said. “Like… usual.”

Ace confused: “Do they regularly disappear together.” The hunter nodding: “I don’t get why. Ed’s only a Veteran Hunter it’s not like he’s a facility organizer or anything.” The agent storming into the office. The hunter getting up shouting to the agent: “Hey! What’s going on?” Ace clearing his throat. “How often are they together?” The man shrugging. “I mean they go off in the evening I guess. The two seem pretty close I think I over hear them talking about getting dinner or whatever.” Ace’s eyes widen. “Key word.” The ace interrogating the hunter again: “Do you keep bullet-proof vests; riot armour anything?” The hunter confused: “Why would we need any of that?”

Ace demanding again: “Can I have his home address?” The hunter nodding; the agent walking into the office removing a blank piece of paper and a pen from the pot of his desk handing the two to the hunter.

The hunter proceeds to write the address on the piece of paper. The agent taking the piece of paper from the man. Thanking him. “I appreciate it. I’ve got one more questions. Did you see the two leave?” The man shrugging: “their cars still here. I’m not sure where they went.” The agent thinking about it as he turns and leaves. Muttering to himself “The caravan site isn’t that far away.” The agent stopping turning around. “Are they sending anyone to the caravan site.” The hunter shaking his head. “Not tonight. Not anybody from our group anyway.” The agent gasping. Shouting to himself “Flynn and Michelle!” The Agent running outside of the facility back towards his car. Passing the piece of paper to Elisa who is leaning against the dashboard confused. “What’s going on?”

The agent explaining: “There is something seriously wrong with Edward Stark… that other SKOR that was there. It might be a long shot but…” The car kicking up rubber as he tears away from the roadside. Driving recklessly towards the caravan site in hopes of finding the two there. The agent catching site of a figure at the Caravan site. The agent shouting out loud. “Found you!” The agent turning to Elisa and Baron: “Stay quiet alright?” Elisa and Baron agreeing. The agent skidding the car to a halt on the roadside. The agent getting out of his car walking towards the two who are standing at the caravan site. The Agent removing the gun from his holster. “Found you.” Edward Stark turning to the agent. Edward Stark confused: “Why would you take your gun out? There aren’t any SKOR here today.” The man turning around back to the caravan site. The agent muttering: “No SKOR that I know about… what of the SKOR you were with? Is he here?” The man looking back to Flynn pretending to be confused; lying: “I’m not sure what you’re talking about.” The agent scoffing: “Come on don’t lie to me; we both have pet SKOR. So where is yours?” Edward turning to the sky. “I still don’t know what you’re talking about.” The man purposefully staying quiet. The agent nervously looking around.

“You and Peter Foreman are allies; close associates. Why is that?” The man still quiet. “Are you denying that too?” The man grunting: “Whatever you say. You’ve lost it. You’ve always had something against FT Forke from day one. Don’t think we haven’t noticed.”

The agent furiously: “Where is Michelle and Flynn?” Edward shrugging: “How would I know. I assume they’re still at Skornhold HQ.” The agent frustrated: “and what of you? Why are you here?” Edward shrugging: “I’m on duty tonight to watch the caravan site and report back on any problems. The agent smirking: “With all the incidents here aren’t you scared? I find it pretty convenient that any other person sent to investigate are torn apart. So what separates you from the other hunters? Why are you special?” Elisa catching site of movement inside one of the caravan windows outside of the agent’s line of sight. Elisa jumping out of the car shouting to the agent. “1 o’clock. Caravan window!” The agent turning around to the caravan window. Drawing his pistol elongating his arm towards the caravan. Firing the pistol. A bullet hitting the Caravan side. Movement of something dancing around inside. Baron’s blurred vision catching sight now of the other hunter. Baron jumping out of the car charging towards the hunter. Baron in an enraged tone: “I know what you are coward runt. Coward runt! Die! Die! Die!” The hunter turning towards ‘Razor’ “We need to go. Razor.” Baron stopping as Edward hurries back towards the Caravan. The beast from behind snarling. “Not a chance.” The agent hearing the click of an assault rifle. Turning back to Elisa and Baron. “Get in the car now!”

The assault rifle’s barrel peaking from behind one of the Caravans. The person behind blind firing the Assault rifle at the Agent; elisa and Baron. Some of the bullets penetrating the windshields of the car. The agent starting the car ducking below the windows of the car turning the ignition on. Turning the car around he speeds towards District Three with bullet holes in his car. Parking the car up inside the facility forecourt. Baron is bleeding. Some of the glass cutting her back. Barely feeling any of it. One of the hunters noticing the bullet holes in the car taken back. “What?” The agent in a panic shaking. Edward Stark has lost it.” The hunters confused: “What?” The agent shaking his head.

The agent turning to the hunters: “He’ll be making his way to District Three. They’re armed with assault rifles and it is very likely our friend is in bullet proof armour.” The hunter confused: “What’s going on… Edward? Edward is trying to hurt us? Why would he do that?” The agent getting frustrated. “Because he’s killing people with a SKOR at the caravan site.” The hunters in shock. The girl hunter from earlier: “I’ll try and get Peter Foreman on the line… I have his mobile-” The girl hunter stopped as Peter Foreman emerges from the building. “No need Tina; You can return to your duties. If what you’re saying is correct about a hunter of mine I will have to report it.” The agent darting around to the sight of Peter Foreman. The agent confused: “Where were you?” Peter Foreman smirking: “I was stock checking my arsenal and noticed an Assault Rifle missing. I think it’s in your interest and District Three to assist me investigating.” The agent pointing to his car. “Someone shot my car to pieces.” Peter Foreman inspecting the bullet holes in the car. Looking towards Elisa. He is glaring at her. Turning back to the Agent: “Would you like me to arrange a car to send these two home?” The agent nodding. “Please.” The agent convinced Peter Foreman isn’t a bad guy.