Mr. Beal woke up feeling dizzy. He looked around and saw a table of tools and a couch. A desk with a lamp and a bed that he was laying on.
"Good. You're awake." A familiar voice said.
He looked over and it was Doctor Malcolm!
"You kidnapped me?!" Mr. Beal looked shocked.
"Don't be ridiculous. I found you." He exclaimed.
"But someone-"
"There was someone there. They left before I could catch them. I saw you laying on the ground and decided to help you." Malcolm explained.
"Where did you find me at?"
"A parking lot. It was about six miles from the orphanage."
"Oh, okay. But, how do I know you're not lying?" Mr. Beal asked. "I guess you don't. Now, get up. We have things to do?"
"We? What do you mean? What do we have to do?"
"You'll see. Just get up, we have to hurry." Malcolm grabbed his bag and started to walk away.
"A- alright." Mr. Beal followed him.
He was still trying to process what was going on. Although he was weak, he didn't keep his guard down. He wasn't sure weather or not to trust Malcolm.
He looked at his watch and noticed it said eight.
He was a bit confused.
"How long was I out?" He asked.
"Two days." Malcolm said with no emotion.
Once they got outside it was darker out. So it was pm he thought.
Malcolm opened the door to a white van. He got in and sat his bag down beside him.
"Get in." He told Mr. Beal.
He got in and they drove off.
"Where are we going?" Mr. Beal asked.
"Jeez, do you ever stop asking questions?"
"I want an answer." Mr. Beal demanded.
Malcolm sighed. "We're going to the place where Quinn was shot."
"Why do-"
"Before you ask another question, don't. I will explain when we get there." Malcolm was annoyed.
"Fine." Mr. Beal crossed his arms and looked out the window.
Once they arrived, they walked to the place that Quinn was shot. They saw the dry blood on the ground. Mr. Beal didn't like seeing it knowing it was Quinn's. It brought back flashbacks of what happened.
"So, what are we doing here?" He asked in a firm voice.
"I've been looking into this place and wondered why the fake location was here. So, I found out that there have been a few people that keep coming here. They would always pick up packages and drop things off. I also found out that they don't work here. But they seem like they run the place." Malcolm explained.
"So... what? What are you gonna do?"
"I need to figure out why they are always here. I have a feeling there apart of what's going on."
"What I've been wanting to know is why? Why us? They keep targeting someone I know and I know it's gotta be for a reason. It's not a coincidence. It can't be. I think you know something." He said.
"See, you're a smart man, John. That's why I want you're help on this. Normally I don't like working with other people but you have something I need."
"And what's that?" Mr. Beal raised his eyebrow.
"You're intelligence suits you. The fact that you run the business makes you useful. There are people that can gather information without question. After all, you are the boss of them."
"If you want me to help you, don't think of me as your lap dog. We work together. Got it?"
Malcolm hesitated. "Fine."
"We have to be honest with each other too. You can't keep things from me. In order for this to work, we need to know the truth. So, are you ready to stop lying?"
"I'll work on telling you things. But, don't expect me to tell you my whereabouts all the time. Were not friends either." Malcolm said.
Mr. Beal agreed and they began to walk again.
"So, since we need to be honest... Are you going to tell me what you're doing to Kai?" Mr. Beal asked.