![]() 11. TeamworkA Chapter by WritersBlock"What do you mean THEY took her, Harrison?" The more Quinn inquired, the heavier Harrison sobbed. Taylor threw the hankerchief on his lap and Harrison started cleaning his face. "I don't know. I was doing research on the shard and Shirley detected movement. Someone had been watching us through the window. I thought it was just another scavenger, so I sent Shirley. She began pursuit while I monitored from here. We closed in and got hit with an EMP. It knocked her out cold and by the time I got there... they were gone." Taylor could feel his pain as he relayed the events. Just like last night when she thought of her and Quinn's argument. "Ok? So they just took her?" Taylor asked with her arms folded accompanied by a slant in her hips. "Yeah. They left a message saying they'd be in touch real soon." "They must want something. Do they know about the shard?" Harrison shrugged. "Maybe. I doubt they were here for long, Shirley would have picked them up sooner." Quinn began to ruffle his hair, trying to think. Why would anyone kidnap Shirley? Was it someone Harrison had crossed? No. The man had no enemies. He was great with customers. Did he owe a debt of some kind? That couldn't be it either, Harrison wasn't to fond of gambling. Quinn continued considering all possibilities. Don finished his muffin and wiped his hands on his overalls. Standing in a pile of crumbs placing a hand on his chin. "Maybe, they are going to use her for parts? Just like scrap metal we find in the pit." All three looked in his direction. Again, Harrison bursted out in sobs. "Damn it, Don." Quinn scowled as Don shrugged his shoulders. Taylor took control of the situation and started issuing orders. "Ok. We put the shard on the back burner for now. We have to find who took Shirley and why. I m gonna go ask around town. Quinn, you check the Black Market. Don, stay with Harrison in case they try and contact him again." Both boys nodded their heads in sync. "Um. Tator??" "Yes, Don?" "Why would we burn the shard?" Quinn rolled his eyes. © 2016 WritersBlockAuthor's Note
|
Stats
142 Views
Added on April 27, 2016 Last Updated on April 27, 2016 Author![]() WritersBlockNew York, CTAboutI'm back. My mind has diarrhea, constant s**t is pouring out. I just wipe it with paper and fill notebooks with it. more..Writing
|