After hours(open)
Jul 4, 2013 0:31:17 GMT -7
Post by Draven on Jul 4, 2013 0:31:17 GMT -7
It was the ghostly hour, midnight. The trainnees were in their bunk houses. And the officers in their houses. The headquarters was dark and still. All but a ghost that had things on his mind. Chris popped in the records area.
Bellator has been putting more guards or protection around Merry. And it had him worried. Her job seemed more then just looking after the portals. A more dangous job. Something in his ghostly radar was going off. A bad feeling that he could not shake. The more he would worry the more Merry would find a way to slip away from the protecion. He wondered if it was some short of game to her. She could not even go shopping by herself. He wondered what he was not being told. Everything seemed to be building up to something, but what?
Chris found the Brigade files. A large cabnet filled with drawers lined one wall in the back. He hoped they were not locked. He pulled one and it would not move. Great, but he had other tricks. His hand phased through pulling at the lock from with in untill it opened. He had already disabled the security system.
Using enough of his power to become sold, he thombed through the files. He saw one marked X. Most other files had a name on them. It had his intrust. Using the file drawer as a make shift table, he looked through the paper folder. His eyes widened as he read. That bad feeling only got worse.
Bellator has been putting more guards or protection around Merry. And it had him worried. Her job seemed more then just looking after the portals. A more dangous job. Something in his ghostly radar was going off. A bad feeling that he could not shake. The more he would worry the more Merry would find a way to slip away from the protecion. He wondered if it was some short of game to her. She could not even go shopping by herself. He wondered what he was not being told. Everything seemed to be building up to something, but what?
Chris found the Brigade files. A large cabnet filled with drawers lined one wall in the back. He hoped they were not locked. He pulled one and it would not move. Great, but he had other tricks. His hand phased through pulling at the lock from with in untill it opened. He had already disabled the security system.
Using enough of his power to become sold, he thombed through the files. He saw one marked X. Most other files had a name on them. It had his intrust. Using the file drawer as a make shift table, he looked through the paper folder. His eyes widened as he read. That bad feeling only got worse.
