JAYDEN'S POV:
"Robert, what happened? Did you get hold of the location?" Cole asked Robert on the other end of the call. He's the team leader of the Search Team.
"There are 237 constructions with the same name, Cole. But the registered names are different," he answered, "We're trying to look into the personal information.
"There isn't much time for that. Divide them. Set aside the files with English names. Search for Spanish names in the family information, and verify with the addresses." Cole instructed.
After a while, Robert replied, "10 files are the remaining. All of them have Spanish names in the information."
He turned to the other cop next to him and asked, "How long has it been since the man moved here?"
"2 years approx.," He replied.
"Check the dates of registration. Separate the ones with due longer than 2 years. How many are left?" he asked.
"4 in total."
"Alright, check with the address." He said.
Robert and the three others checked for each one.
"Found it!" one of them cried, "Under the name 'Josefa'"
Yes! Just when they were about to send the location to us, another one cried, "I found it too!"
"What? Give it to me!" we heard Robert say to the other officer.
A few minutes later, "Cole! There are two of them registered with the same address. This one's under the name 'San'", Robert said.
"What now?!" Cole peeved, "Okay, Send the locations."
We decided to divide within our troop as we had no more time in our hands. Thus, some of them scooted to the site under the name 'San' and others went forward with the one under the name 'Josefa'.
The team of Will Johnson, one of the officers of our team, proceeded to the former site, while ours' went with the latter.
We reached there as sooner as possible. It was such a deserted property and the construction work looked like it hadn't been touched for probably a decade; it was incomplete, but anyone could see it was meant to be a flat residency.
And there it was, the exact name board 'San Constructions'. I'm new to experience these vision-missions too, I still can't believe it.
Usually, at sites like these, the water tanks or containers are located on the terrace, the topmost floor of the building.
So, without any more thoughts, I sprinted to the same.
As expected, there was a tank. But it wasn't a tank of plastic, fibre or materials made like that. It was constructed with concrete. There was a concrete ladder alongside the tank.
I, quickly went up and tossed off a light-weighted rusted lid onto the other side.
As I peeked in, just like the zippy flashes of the vision, there she was, tied up and the water level at the level of her forehead. There was a shock regulator just a few inches above her head. It means, if the water level reaches the regulator, the electricity would rupture through the waters with no control, producing electronic shocks to anything and everything in the water.
I informed the others through my walkie-talkie and added, "Find the motherboard! Switch it off as quicker as possible!" I repeated.
And I jumped in.
I swiftly swam towards her, and tried to untie her.
There were more than expected counts of knots, meaning, I had no time to untie all of those, given the levels of water are just one breathe away from the regulator.
Without any delay, I began kicking the walls of the tank at one particular spot without a break. I just have to find the spot!
The walls of the water tanks are usually a bit more fragile than the normal ones due to its exposure to water for a long span of time.
Now, I know what I'm going to do is absolutely dangerous, but it's either this or nothing at all. I took out my gun and shot right through the spot on the wall.
The bullet projected through the wall and made it explode and the water flooded along with it.
Oh shoot! The regulator!
The water hit the regulator!
NO!
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