A Foggy Beginning - R. Brownell (tools of titans ebook txt) 📗

my forehead; sweat was slowly starting to form.

“I just… I’ll just go myself, I don’t need anyone.” I stood up with my breakfast in hand and bolted for the door.

Did they not think that I had any sense? I knew what we were up against, but I would never intentionally put them in harms way. This gut feeling deep down told me that everything would be okay. Plus I think that Walt would tell me if there had been something he’d seen, or would he? I needed to find out more information about this other shelter so I can prove to them I am right. I get that from my father, he always had to be right even if he was wrong. All of these little pieces kept my parents alive deep inside.

A lot of floors in the core were restricted government employees only. It made me nervous not knowing what they were doing. There was one restricted floor that we regular people could get to, they were the conference rooms on the sixth floor down. I knew that if I was going to find things out that I could find them out there. Although it was a weekend they still held meetings. That floor also held the kid play room where we had all played when we were younger. That room is almost deserted now, like I said not many people here were together.

I made my way down to the sixth floor. When the doors opened I stepped out into the hallway. All of them practically looked the same, only the rooms varying in look. The conference rooms had blinds covering the windows, unlike the strip mall hallway where you could see into every room. I heard some commotion taking place down the hallway.
“He is at base two, he says they are running low on supplies, they are a smaller unit,” a voice spoke as I leaned my ear against one of the wooden doors.

“We have workers checking the surface as we speak,” a deeper voice spoke, both sounding very professional, definitely government workers.

“They are the shelter in DC correct?” A raspy female voice questioned.

“That is correct,” the deep voice answered. I heard someone typing frantically.

“The request comes from Mr. William Carter,” … As in the New York William Carter the one who I spent five years of my life with. The guy who introduced me to music, the one who took me to every festival in NY State before I could walk? Dad…

“Tell him we will be sending out some of our crew soon to head that way, we have to check on our vehicles make sure they are all working properly.” The first voice I heard spoke.

“He also asks if there have been any signs of his daughter,” the female questioned.

“Excuse me miss but you shouldn’t be down here,” a man in a security uniform walked towards me. The heels of his shoes clicked along the floor causing and echo. I began to panic and started to try and turn the door knob to the conference room.

“Miss,” he started again. When the knob didn’t turn I ran. I bolted past the guard and headed for the elevator. I heard two voices talking from behind me but ignored them. I turned to the elevator doors just as they were closing and the guard was just turning around from a conversation with someone who had been in that room.

I stood there staring at the elevator doors; I really don’t remember how many rides I had taken up and down. No one said anything when I didn’t get off. Eventually I slid down the walls and sat in the corner with my legs pulled up to my chest.

Cyrus found me later that night, I was still in the elevator someone had told him they saw me. He came over not saying a word, just reached down and pulled me up into his arms. He carried me off to my room and tucked me into bed. He was there for a while; he sat in my desk chair and pulled a book off my shelf that I’d taken from the library. He sat there like that for I don’t know how long just reading and not saying a word. He knew me too well, he’d wait until I talked to him and told him why I’d been there, he knew that if I didn’t talk first that I’d most likely rip off his head. During those moments I really did not have anything to say to him, so I stayed quiet, and he never left.


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Publication Date: 05-04-2011

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