The door metal door cracked open a little and I released a breath of relief.
It is open.
I turned my head on both sides, checking for any source of danger before pushing the door inward a little.
The room is dark, I can tell. No light filtered out through the small crack.
I opened it a little more and slipped inside, keeping my eyes on the surroundings. I entered the darkroom and closed the door behind me, I pressed my back on the cool door as I tried to listen for any sound in the dark.
It is pitch black in here, I can barely see my own hand. I waited a few minutes, holding my breath as I tried to be sure that I am in an empty room.
I sighed in relief, a small smile making an appearance at the victory.
I tapped my finger on my wrist twice, the thin transparent band started glowing, bathing the room in a white light. Best time to make use of technology, I can't go around carrying my phone knowing it can ring on me.
Two sides of the room were occupied by racks filled with books and files, while spare furniture dominated the rest of the area.
I am in a storage room, figures why it was unlocked. This is like a back door and why even use it when you are an officer. I almost snorted at my own comment before I came to my senses.
This is not the time to make jokes, I have officially broken into the police station.
A single door was snuggled in between racks, I walked to the door and pressed my ear on it, listening.
I listened closely but nothing moved, it was suspiciously quite.
I mentally smacked my head, it is past 1 in the morning why will anyone be here this late.
I pushed the door a little and peeped. The dimly lit corridors I is empty, just like I anticipated.
I slipped out of the room and took a right. I took cautious steps ahead, staying close to the walls as my heart thudded loudly in my chest.
I took in quick short breaths and rounded a corner. Light was glowing brightly from a room on my right, the door was open and it was occupied.
The voices confirmed my suspicions. I inched closer to it, checking the corridors for any surprises as I leaned close to the wall.
" If this gets out, if you mention this to anyone you are a dead man walking. They all will suffer because of you" The malice was clear in the speaker's voice as he hissed out his threat.
I took in a shuddering breath as I inched closer to the corner, still glued to the wall.
One wrong move and I am done. But still, I want to see who they are talking to.
This room is giving me very dangerous vibes, it is as if a sword is hanging over my head. The tension is thick in the air.
I turned my neck to the side and tried to peek around the corner. I only caught a glimpse before I snuck back behind the wall, barely missing by a thread.
Something is very wrong here.
They had said that someone was coming. Someone they didn't want to welcome with a warm hug.
" Did I make myself clear" the same voice growled, low and dangerous. Laced with warning.
Silence followed.
" I want a verbal answer" the person yelled loudly, screaming. Something crashed on the floor, almost electing a gasp from me.
A feeble whimper echoed in the room.
I shut my eyes tightly at the realization.
There is a child in there.
It is no prisoner they are interrogating for information, they are threatening someone.
A hand latched itself to my mouth and my eyes flew open in panic. My fight or flight instinct kicking in as I a cold shiver raced up my spine.