Running In The Dark

Something about this situation feels wrong. Something just isnít sitting right with me, and Iím not sure why, but if I want any kind of success, Iíve got to get out of here before things go too far.

ďIím sorry Tess, but Iíve got more digging to do. Thereís still so much I donít know, and Iíve got to get looking if I ever want to know just what the hell is going on here. Sorry to do this to you, but Iím a P.I. and Iím way too stubborn to just sit down and wait when I could be cracking this case wide open. Iím sure Iíll see you around, Tess.Ē

ďSuit yourself,Ē she says with a cryptic little nod, and she seems to vanish into the shadows like a ghost in the fog. Sheís a dangerous one, thereís no question about that.

Thereís really only one place to go from here, and thatís straight to the top: the CyberCorp Headquarters building. If I want to learn anything, Iíll need to get in there.

As I travel through the city, I start to get the feeling that something is not right. Shadows where there should be none, silence when there should be sound. Iím beginning to get a bad feeling about this.

About five blocks from the CyberCorp pyramid, something moves on a rooftop above me. The shadows shift oddly, displacing the light in strange ways. The sounds donít seem to fit the action quite right. Iíve been in the business long enough to know when someone is following me. I whirl around in the night, looking for any sign. Nothing. No one. Maybe time to try the overt route, then. ďCome out you bastard!Ē I yell. ďI know youíre following me!Ē Still no response, no more shadows, no out of place sounds. Whoever it is, this guy is good. ďCome out here or so help me God, I will you fill you with so much lead Ėď

A voice interrupts me from the darkness. ďWe canít have that, now can we?Ē Itís a male voice, familiar and yet . . . different. And then it hits me.

      I know who it is . . .

I couldn't take it anymore. I called it off.