NOAH'SP.O.V
I glanced left and right continually with worrisome thoughts tearing at my heart as I tried to think positively and not negatively like the reality of this situation warranted me to.
Michelle had been gone for over fifty minutes approximately over three hundred seconds and she was yet to return from the toilet.
Or was she intentionally stalling?or had I crossed the line by kissing her?Or was she just taking her time in the restroom? Or did she need extra pads and tampons?
All these thoughts had run through my mind but I ignored the most glaring assumption
Or was she kidnapped? i laughed loudly at the silly thought of that
'No one would kidnap her' i reassured myself and brushed the thought away
'If she doesn't return in five more minutes, I am going to burst out of this hall like a
mad lover and I would go search for her like crazy ' I said to myself and I stared down hard at my golden Rolex watch.
The hands of the clock didn't seem to be moving as fast as it normally did and it seemed as though time was stalling from moving forward.
I am a principled man with half of his life been dictated by rules, laws and autonomous decisions but I had to go against my usual style and especially against my words. I ran out of the hall like a mad dude the third minute.
I darted past couples that were intimately making out and groping as I slipped out of the huge oak doors of the hall.
My breathe came out in ragged pants as I finally arrived at the first female restroom in
the whole damned building.
I went inside the restroom without bothering and cringing at the thoughts of those
ladies inside getting angry and mad at me or calling me a pervert instead of the concerned future boyfriend that I am.
I entered into the beautiful Green themed restroom that was literally empty and
vacant. I knocked on every single one of those unlocked stall before peering into them.
The whole toilet was unoccupied except from the last stall that had an ugly red heels on its floor, apart from that the toilet stalls were swept as clean as a whistle.
I went on to the next bathroom and the next...on and on I went until I had searched
through every single restroom existing in the whole ten storeys building not excluding
those toilets that had the signs 'out of order' put in place at their doors.
I searched everywhere along with each and every restroom and toilet stall with keen scrutiny until I had gained myself a lot of knowledge about the content of every toilet
bowl and the size of every light bulb.
I had encountered a handful of girls who dashed at me a dozen of insults that had barely bruised my ego. During my fruitless search and frustrated efforts I had uncovered the mystery of the best making out spot which happens to be on the fifth floor.
After the failure of finding Michelle on my once promising adventure, I concluded that
the most necessary action that I would take to find Michelle quickly was either I called
Harold and talked to him that I had misplaced his sweet little crush or I walked into the control room and requested that they search for Michelle on all their CCTV footages
radars.
I debated on my two options before I picked the latter because images of a zillion
ways in which Harold was going to skin me alive flashed before my eyes.
It's no doubt an agreed concept that the fear of Harold is the beginning of wisdom.
I wound up infront of the control room that was on the second floor with ease. The security
Officials didn't stop me or even bother to cast me two intrusive glances as I allowed myself
into the control panel of the ten storeyed building.
When I was younger, my mom used to be a popular minstrel. She sang Opera with the grace Vigor of a powerful Nightingale. To be precise, her and my father had met during one of her shows.
My mum was Oprah Philly, an Italian-American woman with the wits and beauty of a goddess, she is one of the founding members of this Opera House, Celestial Opera. An Opera House that has hosted a few of the greatest Opera shows in the world. It is believed to be on the same level with the greatest Opera Houses that have existed for quite long. It topped the chart of top contemporary Theatres to make the greatest head waves within ten years of establishment.
The whole point of the short interlude is to elucidate your little understanding of my world.
'Do you have CCTV cameras inside the toilets that are all around?' I questioned the chubby
man in his late forties who sat infront of a huge comparted screen that had a view of all the floors and rooms.
I was asking a question that I already knew the answer to, but I was trying to avoid any
suspicious glances and irritating questions.
The dude next to the man looked at me and secretly eyed me from my feets upwards, I didn't fret underneath is gàze but instead I parted my lips into a smirk that made him flinch.
I have always heard that I have a firm and tough expression when I smirk and whenever I smirk it tends to scare people a lot.
'we don't' the black man that had been standing far off and leaning into a chair that leaned
against the wall said, he had been standing aloof and watching everything unfold.
'there are CCTV'S infront of the toilets though, I need the CCTV footage of all the restrooms entrances' I said with my gaze fixed on the black man staying afar off, he spoke with an
authouty that the other men lacked, that made me figure out that he is the leader of this
circus.
'we can't...' I cut the man off before he was done speaking.
'it is a command and not a silly proposal, it's my order and you follow' I quipped and smiled
Sadonically, I watched as the man's face dropped.
HAROLD'S P.O.V
I had an odd feeling in the gut of my mind, something told me that something was up with
Michelle. I had an insecure thought that something already happened to her.
'That's impossible, she's with Noah. Noah wouldn't let anything happen to her or would he?' I thought to myself as I paced the entire length of my room.
I picked up my phone from where I was charging it and I tried reaching Michelle's cellphone.
'this is Michelle Hudson's voicemail, leave a message after the beep and I would reach you when I get back' her voicemail sang irritatingly into my ear.
My hand continually sprang through my silky hair within seconds.
'Pick up Michelle, please pick up' I mouthed underneath my breath as I tried her cellphone
for the fiftieth time within twenty seven minutes.
Anxiety ate through my patience and it thinned the line within me breaking down and getting really angry.
I began to try Noah's cell, but it was the same as Michelle's. It was directing me to their
fucking voicemails
'Are they both pranking me, Am I being played for a fool or was something really up?' I
discarded the first two options because I am the only one that really does things like that in the gang, I am the prankster. Noah is always too stuck up and serious to really prank
anyone.
Angrily, I dialled Lee's cellphone instead. It didn't take two seconds before his shocking
girlish voice came through.
'What happened? I am on my break today, Can't it wait?' the gay man disgruntled and
annoyed that I was calling him on his day off gang matters questioned in a sullen tone.
'You remember the time that I had you get me a four Hitachi™ trackers' I started
'Yes, I remember that you never told me what you were intending on using them for though'
Lee exclaimed
'i actually placed all those trackers on Michelle' I confessed, Lee gasped when I blurted out the truth
'that's sick, you know right?' he replied
'i know it's sick but I had to do it because of situations like this'
'Situatations like what?'
'i fear that something bad has become of Michelle' I stated
'Oh shit! How do you know that?'
' a guy feeling, I guess' I answered as I sank into a plush black cushion
'i want you to check out the GPS trackers location and report to me' I commanded
'I am on it already' Lee said and the line went dead.
I jolted upwards and snatched open the door to my wallk in closet. I grabbed a pair of black crazy jeans and a body hugging grey shirt with a pair of black combat boots.
I pulled apart the secret compartment of my Closet that served as an ammunition space, I grabbed a black Glock along with a MAC-10 Submachine gun with the twist rate of 11 and 656mm barrel length and 17mm spanner along with a GPMG ST kinetics 7.62mm machine gun. I loaded the other guns apart from the Glock into an OTTE Gear Range Bag.
I was dressed and sitted when Lee's call rang through, I picked up the call without second thoughts, I transferred the GPS locations to your map. The other three trackers' location are settled in the same location but the fourth is in an awkward location' he paused and
hesitated
'Did Michelle perhaps tell you that she was going to Centralia, Pennsylvania? Because that is what is on my screen right now' Lee expansiated and my mouth dropped
'Centralia.... Shit!' I cursed
' kidnapped...she has been kidnapped, Michelle has been kidnapped' the words struggled to come out of
my mouth. The realization of this made my lips quirk and my hands tremble, my eyes widened and my breath intake seized as I panicked, I knew one thing though.
My worst nightmare was slowly becoming reality.