Leaving Hell Part 4

Chapter 278-3

Leaving Hell

Part 4

Mine and Dads heart stopped the moment we had overheard Mr. Wesley conversation with Mr. Granger. We had hoped he was wasn’t one of the bad guys, and was just another spy just like us, after watching him and Mr. Bronson. However, we had decided that it would be best, for now, to go on with our plans to determine who he and Mr. Bronson really are and we both knew we couldn’t let them get anywhere near any of the boys that didn’t belong to him and even they were questionable.

Dad sent me on ahead to get cleaned up and dressed as he found Mom and Dora and telling them what we had discovered and to make sure that all the boys or they weren’t home when we snuck out with Mr. Bronson. He next found Tony and explained the situation having him tell us that all the boys had been taken to a secure army base, not far from here. Since there were too many of them and they need time to digest what had happened to them and could be seen by a doctor and then determine how to proceed when family services see them, and some of Mrs. Holliman friends can find homes from them if necessary.

Mr. Wesley came into the pool shower room to congratulate us for a winning him the purse that everyone deserved some of the prize money. Dad, Tony and I didn’t say anything in regards to the conversation we had overheard. None of us wanted to face the fact that Mr. Wesley and Mr. Bronson were murderers, and rapists, or top of the line bad guys. We all had a job to do which was shut down their operation permanently and that meant we had to make them talk by any means necessary.

Tony and his men would make sure we had everything we need once we got home. The plan was simply to get out and take Mr. Bronson with us, Mr. Holliman was going to announce he was bowing out now that Mr. Striker or Mr. Gregory was no longer going to be considered.

Mr. Wesley quickly pulled Mr. Bronson aside asking him if he would make sure that the boys are safe and to get that key out and find somewhere to hide that Mr. Granger couldn’t find it. That he needed to find some way to create a diversion so he could get out before Mr. Granger finds out that once he finds the four keys and puts them in the chamber.

That by that time he wanted to be long gone, not knowing what will happen. He then shook hands and then quickly embarrassed each other as if it was going to be the last time they see each other. They eyed each other and Mr. Bronson said. “Don’t make me come in there and get you, my friend. You leave and run like hell when you can. Don’t even hesitate we have worked too hard to get this far.”

Mr. Wesley gave him one last hug and left said. “Leave, and don’t worry about me, make sure those boys are safe. That’s all that matters that they are safe, we don’t want too loose a single boy we have rescued tonight. Leave and make sure that the key is never found again. We can’t afford them to find it once Mr. Granger finds his head in his room that it belongs too.” I could see tears in his eyes as he watched his best friend go.

He wiped his eyes and shrugged it off seeing, Dad and Mr. Vincent; pulling them aside said as he asked. “How soon can we leave? And how hard will it be to convince Mr. Holliman to withdraw his name now that Mr. Striker and Mr. Gregory will most like not get promoted.”

Dad said. “Maybe an hour, I just told my wife to take yours and Mr. Wesley boys to our cabin. All the rest of the children or waiting for us, when we are ready; Mr. Stringum needs time to get things in place so we can without anyone knowing we are gone.

“I will speak to Mr. Holliman and see where he stands now that Mr. Striker and Mr. Gregory most likely won’t be considered to take Mr. Tate’s place. I have done business with him before. I might be able to talk him to drop out of the race. Gather your things and meet us back in the control room. Here is my key to my room; my wife has already gathered mine and Mr. Vincent’s things so there shouldn’t be a problem. Remember if you and your friend are trying to screw with us. You will regret it, more so since I am allowing you and Mr. Wesley into my home.”

Mr. Bronson said. “Not a problem because so far you have been nothing but honest with me and my best friend; you have no idea how much this means to us and thanks to you and your friends we have stopped Mr. Granger and Mr. Striker from opening that door. Trust me you, do not want anything to do with these people that sacrifice children to a very powerful demon. We are only a handful of trying to prevent these people from taking over the world.

“I am hoping that after we are long gone from here that we convince you and your friends to join us, thinking that there’s a chance not only to save your souls but help others like our selves that don’t like what these people are doing, but time is short and we need to be on our way, before people realize that all their children have gone missing that there will be no pledges tonight, at least not here and certainly not in this house.

“Mr. Stringum had the right idea about burning this place to the ground, but it would only delay them. In fact, even if we succeed tonight, all we have done is delay them for a few months. Until they can duplicate those missing keys; I would tell you more, but I need to make sure you can provide us all safe passage, already I have said too much, but something tells me that I can trust you and your friends.”

Dad and I looked at each other, the moment he left the room. Dad said. “We don’t know anything, as far as we know Mr. Bronson could be trying to gain our trust, and then double-cross us. We need more, we need to make sure… does our friend have any advice?”

I shook my head said. “He said he hiding something, but he can’t read him, because his thoughts are guarded by some sort of charm like that pendant around his and Mr., Wesley neck could be the source.”

Dad said. “Then we must proceed with caution and see if we can find some way of removing it.” I nodded as we quickly left the shower room. Dad quickly found Mr. Holliman, we knew wouldn’t be a problem to have him withdraw his name. Dad mentioned what we overheard that if he could find Mr. Wesley and work out a deal. We could not only get Mr. Wesley out but Mr. Bronson. All we had to do was figure out how to get him out of that room before the s**t hit the fan, and we needed Stringum’s help.

Mom and Dora had already left with the boys and made sure that everything would be ready for us the moment made it out of here. Mom had asked if it was wise to have Mr. Wesley and Mr. Bronson’s boys. That they actually did own and them staying at our house. Dad stated no, but it would be even worse if they found them missing; that we needed time to figure out what they were really up too.

Mom didn’t like it, knowing what kind of people we were dealing with, but we needed answers, we needed to know what is going on. Could they be spies looking for spies that were willing to sell their members out? It was a very big possibility. Then again they could be on the level, but why all the secrecy? Then again, you just didn’t know who to trust when there are monsters all around you.

We quickly made a hasty exit as I followed Dad and Mr. Vincent considering they knew this place like the back of their hand; knowing all the secret entrance. Stringum and Tony were waiting for us, as Jenny was busy making sure all the boys and the girls had something to keep them warm. Some were so upset not understanding why they couldn’t be with their parents. It wasn’t if we wanted to tell them because they had planned to kill them; so instead, she tranq’ed them, not wanting to scare them, nor wanting to become a problem. The thing was someone was going to have to break the news too them, that most likely will never see their parents again.

Mr. Stringum said. “So Mr. Bronson and Mr. Wesley are either spies for Mr. Granger or for the satanic church or both. Either that or they are on the same side we are on. If that is the case I have never heard about them, and so far HQ hasn’t either. I ran their fingerprints through the database and nothing came back. I mean nothing, it as if they don’t exist. Our ghostly friend says he can’t get a read on them, that something is preventing him from seeing them clearly as if they were wearing one of those keys or some sort of charm.

“Dora said, she needs to examine it, but the question is how do we do so without tipping our hand. We tried to copy it, but they were too clever for us, by either switching it so we never get the real one or, they simply had already hidden it from us. They have found all my hidden cameras and disabled them with some sort of device that prevents me for spying on them when they do it and since our friend can’t see them clearly enough it’s been rather difficult. Oh great here comes Mr. Bronson we will proceed with our plans as is.”

The room went quiet as Mr. Bronson approached carrying his and Mr. Wesley suitcases. Tony took them and said. “May I search them? We just want to make sure that you aren’t carrying drugs or weapons, if you refuse then you and Mr. Wesley will be dealt with accordingly.”

He nodded said. “You’ll find no drugs, but we both carry knives and a small pistol, but only for protection.” He handed over their suitcase.

Tony said. “Then you won’t mind if I take them from you now, and will be returned to you when you leave. You won’t need them now. I have men stationed and they are aware that you and Mr. Wesley are only here to help make sure that Mr. Striker and his men and Mr. Ganger doesn't open that door. If you try anything that says differently you will both be shot on sight. Do we have an agreement?”

Mr. Bronson nodded allowing himself to be searched as Tony removed the knives and the small pistol hidden in his jacket pocket and placed them in a lock-box. He told Stringum and us that he was clean. He also stated not in words that key they were hiding was on his person. Mr. Wesley must be wearing the fake, but Jeff still couldn’t see him clearly. He took a seat as Tony handed his things over to one of his men.

Stringum said. “Mr. Striker isn’t a happy camper, noting the bandages on his and Mr. Gregory right hand.” My stomach wanted to hurl seeing two missing fingers on both their right hands lying on a silver dish in the middle of the table as one of the doctors had just left the room. Stringum said. “I had just replaced the carpet in that room and now there is blood all over it. He would have killed them both, but apparently, he still needs them.” Out in the hall not far away Mr. Holliman was shaking hands with Mr. Wisely which said they had struck a deal. We didn’t have to explain to Stringum what the deal was considering he had most likely watched it right here in the control room.

The two men went inside the room, watching Mr. Striker and Mr. Gregory give warm welcome snarl of hate for them. Mr. Holliman and Mr. Wesley quickly took their seats on the other end of the table closer to Mr. Granger. Who seemed calm for a guy that lost his two councilors? Mr. Bronson asked what was in the box seeing a man about to deliver it as he knocked on the door.

Stringum swung around to face him. “His two councilors, oh by the way Mr. Granger liked your present you and Mr. Wesley left him on his bed. My question is how did you manage to sneak it and your weapons if I may ask considering everyone was searched the moment they walked into my house?”

Mr. Bronson said. “The same way Mr. Gregory and Mr. Striker was able to sneak in his switchblade.”

Stringum laughed. “Toshay, I will be speaking to our men about taking bribes. You can never trust a man when it comes to money when you want them to look the other way.” They both smiled holding onto their little secrets.