"Famer's Story-writing debate tournament Round#1 Buddamoose VS TUF

"How did this happen?" Renault was furious. So furious, that no one on his team was eager to answer. "Play the security footage. NOW. The camera was on the whole time, we must have caught something." Renault said, his face contorted with stress.Melanie was the one to speak. "Way ahead of you Detective. The screens blank. Someone has electronically hacked our systems, and broke into our security hold." As if in confirmation to her words, the alarms that were previously blaring annoyingly, were instantly silenced.Renault pressed the buttons again, to trigger the alarms, but was met with silence only. Then the lights went off.A few panicked murmurs were exlaimed, and someone cursed."What the hell is going on here? Someone get a flashlight!" Renault screamed at the officers who weren't already scrambling around the department. A couple beams of light pierced the darkness like a couple of holy sabers, as the police officers found the flashlights."What the hell is happenening?" It was Yang's voice, Renault recognized.Renault already knew the answer."Someone is escaping."Just then, as if time had simply been resumed after being on a long pause, everything came back on. Lights, alarms, cameras, everything. "Dispatch some officers out there now!" Even as he screamed this order, he knew it was too late."We'll catch whoever kidnapped Rose." Smithers responded, and grabbed his weapon, and belt, ready to run down with the officers already en route. "Why are you so sure Rose was kidnapped?" Was Renaults only reply.-----The search had been called off. They as usual, had found no evidence of the escape. Renault realized that he needed to focus all his efforts on the meeting with the religious killer tonight, and had officers standby in various hidden locations around the place they had designated to meet. Renault was scared. Not of meeting this twisted monster, but of how much power it possesed. The sheer confident power it held over him, and his department. How the first time in his life he felt helpless. Never had he faced a case that was too challenging for him. But this was different. This was peronal. His wife was brought into this, and now, he had to do something. This was a dangerous game he was playing, but he realized he didn't have much of a choice but to play. The killer knew something. Knew something about him personally, that no one had ever known. Meeting him would be crucial. Also he needed to satisfy his slight curiosity, despite the high level of danger that Renault realized he was obviously in."I am going in by myself, LT, Margo. It's the only way this will work." He said firmly to his superior officed. Margo responded with a stern voice. "You will respect your rank and position. You will do what you are ordered. I am afraid I can't send you in there without back-up." Renault was peeved, and argued in turn "But sir! This is not the man to pull one over on. He will know if I have back-up. We are talking about the person who broke into the security mainframe of one of the most secure government facilities in Texas, among several other notable crimes."Lt Margo, and Renault argued for 10 minutes about the situation. Finally Margo caved, and saw eye to eye with Renault."Okay, I am going to trust you, as you've always been my number one detective. I hope you are right on this. My one condition is that you will wear a wire. Police escorts will drop you off and post a mile away. No if's, and's or but's, about it. Roger?" Renault was angry about the wire, but he figured arguing further would only worsen his position, se he responded in kind."Roger sir, Thankyou."Renault Saluted, and Margo returned the gesture."Good luck out there." And Renault left the room.------Renault arrived at the designated location 5 minutes prior to when he was supposed to be there. At Elm circle, and Hickory Street, was a small cross section on the west edge of San Antonio, where consumers often shopped at the popular strip mall. It was late. Few cars were out, and the remaining customers were now leaving the stores as they closed. What an odd place to want to meet... It seems to... Public.All the better for him, though. Renault sat on a bench, at the corner, and waited. Time went by slowly but surely. Eventually the light of the head lights from the last car in the parking lot, dimmed into the distance.Renault had officially waited 35 minutes, with no sign of his new friend. Ha! What a waste of time. This was probably a set up, to distract the police while he hunted and killed another victim. Renault was just about to leave, when he saw it. At first, he hadn't noticed it because he had mistaken it for graffitti that blended in with the rest of the light pole. But un-mistakenly, Renault was staring at a symbol he had seen quite a few times now. The one on the medallions, the one on the victims foreheads. The triangle, and the circle. What did it mean?Sketched next to the symbol were the words "Kitty's PL".Kitty's PL. What did that mean? Then Renault suddenly came to a realization. Kitty's was the name of a mini part, just across the street from his current position. He then pieced together that PL stood for "Parking Lot".Renault wearily made his was across the street, considering his options. What was he going to do when he met his the killer? Would he be able to detain him? The man was obviously strong enough to handle Mr. Bennet and McAnthony. Instictively, Renault put his hands toward his hip, where his gun normally would be. But Renault remembered he was supposed to have left it back in the police car, and tried to calm himseld down in other means. Renault arrived in the parking lot. There was nothing odd or strange about the lot, other than one lone vehicle, in the middle of the parking lot. That's wierd, everyone should be gone by now. He cautiously walked over to the car.Renault looked in the window, to see a black bag covering a large bulk of material. Renault quickly opened the door, and lifted up the bag, and regretted it almost just as quickly when a human head rolled out of the bag, and onto the seat.Renault almost screamed, and puked, as he looked at the blonde female head before him. What the Fvck!? He backed away from the car, gazing almost tranced at the symbol engraved in her forhead. Renault heard a footstep behind him, but didn't even move, or turn to face whoever it was behind him."What did this one do?" Renault asked solemnly."All in good time, Detective. But first, we have a busy night ahead of us." It was the voice, of course, the same one he had grown to depsise over the last week. Renault started to turn. Instantly, the figure behind him boomed across the short distance. Renault felt the sharp sting of a needle pierce his neck, before he could turn to fight back. Renault grasped at the arm carrying the needle, pulling on it with no use. The drug worked fast. First Renault felt his world spinning, his arms grew weak, and felt nauseated. Then, Renault blacked out.The net time Renault woke up, he was tied down, naked, strapped to a stone table just like a relic. It was then, the detective knew he would die, tonight.1. What is going to happen to Renault?2. Is Rose a victim, or an accomplice?3. Who or what is this Killer, anyways?TO BE CONTINUED BY BUDDA!