"Anaheim." Red began "Keep an eye on this guy. We'll be outside." He started walking outside and gestured Lorenzo and I to follow. We did. The parking lot outside was certainly brighter than the room we were just in. Lorenzo pulled out a pack of cigarettes, sat at the curb and began frantically chain smoking. Red seemed to be rationalizing the situation in his head while pacing. I sat next to Lorenzo on the curb. "Can I bum a cig?" I asked Lorenzo sheepishly. He handed me one and lit it wordlessly. We were silent for a bit. Lorenzo eventually spoke up, "This is a fucking disaster." I nodded. Red was having trouble keeping his panic internal. More deafening silence just overshadowed by cars on the nearby highway.
After twenty minutes of silence another car pulled up. A black mustang with tinted windows. I put my hand on my holster and so did Red. Out from the car came three men in suits with pistols holstered at their sides. One of them spoke up. "Stand down. We aren't your enemies." "Then who the are you?!" Red shouted. "We're with Price." We took our hands off our guns. "Is he in there?" The man in the suit said. "Yeah, he's in there." Red stated flatly. "Alive?" The suited man continued. "Yeah." Red said. I realized we left Anaheim in there alone with that guy, so that's more of a maybe.
Wordlessly they brushed passed us and into the warehouse. Red looked pissed, probably because they clearly don't give half a shit about him, or secondly us. I shrugged and followed them in. Red and Lorenzo were behind me as we opened the door. My eyes took a minute to adjust to the sudden darkness. John looked significantly more beat up than before. Anaheim was leaning against a wall on the other side of the room eyeing him. One of the men looked at the bloodied and gasping man tied to a chair, turned around and yelled "THE FUCK IS THIS, HE'S SUPPOSED TO BE ALIVE!" Anaheim spoke up "He's still breathing." The man sighed, "Whatever, get out of here. Price will negotiate your pay."
And so we did, but something didn't sit right with me. Who the hell were these guys. My curiosity took the best of me. When we got to the van I flipped open the panel in my arm to reveal the keyboard and monitor. I tried to find some sort of signals in the area. I found signals from the cars on the highway nearby, I tuned those out and focused in on the warehouse. Lorenzo seemed to stop spacing out and noticed whatever I was doing. "What are you planning?" he asked, exasperated. "Just doing a quick investigation." I replied. He seemed to stop caring halfway through my response. I rolled my eyes and continued. I found a few signals, a sort of main host computer, a few government IDs, cameras. Then it hit me "Government IDs?" I mumbled under my breath. I investigated. They seemed to be for three FBI agents all I could find (without trying the crack the thing, which not only takes immense effort but is a guarantee I get caught) was the names, Matthew Vega, Oscar Ayala, and Richard Chamberland. I supposed the names wouldn't matter but I took note of them anyways.
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The real question was why the hell were feds working with Price. I looked into the cameras. They were hooked up to that host computer, I'd have to crack that if I wanted to do anything interesting. So I tried, it wasn't actively being used so it couldn't be too hard. I also found out it ran an operating system from the 2040s so it was ancient tech. I connected to it wirelessly and tried to run a password cracker. Unshockingly it didn't run on something so old, so I improvised. I typed "Password" and it started booting up. You've gotta be kidding me. I found the program for the cameras fairly quickly and booted it up.
The cameras were pointed at an empty box a few feet from the chair so I had a decent view, in the corner was "Microphone Nonfunctional" That was fairly annoying, and I'm not good at reading lips from people facing the other direction through terrible video quality.
They looked like they were talking to him. Again I couldn't tell what they were saying. Questioning of some sort, lasted about fifteen or so minutes. One of the men pulled out their gun and fired at John's leg. He screamed. The shot could be heard from here. The men seemed to be discussing something among themselves before they shot him in the head and walked out. Not even moving the body. I closed the video. A gunshot was heard faintly in the distance.
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