Story: District Three Part 4

## Description

Flynn quickly comes to question the Agent; as Michelle and Flynn stumble upon Elisa in the Caravan site. The Agent issuing a final warning for Michelle as he continues to dig deeper. Elisa; finding herself in great danger as they grow closer to the truth.

### Monday; November 3rd 2014 9:23am

The agent and Elisa are sitting on a dirt road a way away from the caravan site. The window is open; rain is hammering down on the hood of the car.

Elisa exclaiming. “My senses aren’t going to be very effective.” the agent asking curiously: “is that so?” Elisa nodding. Thinking to herself: “This rain is a problem. I can’t smell or hear anything so this will be good cover if they are still here.” Elisa staring outside the window. Elisa holding the tranquilizer gun in hand. The Agent thinking: “I really want you to try and reason with the skor but I cannot say for certain how that would go.” Elisa thinking to herself again: “Not well given the fact that he wants me dead.”

Elisa stepping out of the car The Agent still sitting inside. Elisa’s hair getting drenched sticking to her face. Elisa turning to the Agent. The agent exclaiming: “You’ll have to get closer if you need to use your Tranquilizer. This rain will pose a great problem for us. If you can get him to talk that is… You’re a SKOR you should be able to outrun him. The riot armour makes him slow.” Elisa nodding. Turning to the caravan site on the other side of the vast field. Slowly stepping through the muddy grass; the long tall grass dampening Elisa’s trousers.

Elisa thinking again: “This water is likely to slow me down as well. I hope they’re not there.”

As Elisa walks through the field she steps on a metal frame. Elisa looking down at the metal frame pulling it up off the grass. Grass heavily meshed and woven around the frame. Elisa grabbing a knife begins to cut away at the grass. As Elisa pulls it up she notices the rusted frame is of a bike. Pulling all of it up out of the grass. A complete bike. Elisa clearing the grass from the spokes pulling the bike vertically she begins to spin the wheel. The wheel turning quickly as the grass is freed from the spokes. Elisa putting the front wheel down on the ground pulling the back wheel up vertically clearing grass from the spokes.

Elisa turning the wheel. The spokes begin to spin. Elisa setting both tires down on the grass clambers on top of the seat. The seat wet and the bike handles cold. Elisa setting her feet on the pedals. Turning up to the caravan site. Then looking back to the Agent’s car making sure he is alright. Elisa being to pedal the bike.

The bike is heavy and slow but as she brings the bike up to speed it makes short work of the grass. Cycling over the grass. Elisa feels slightly unbalanced on the bike swaying clumsily side to side. Not having rode in a while with her brother Elliot.

Elisa braking at the caravan site. Elisa jumping off the bike propping it on the side of the wall. Elisa’s phone buzzing as she stands besides the wall. Clicking on a bluetooth headset on her head.

The Agent: “Alright. You don’t need to say anything Elisa. If you get to him let me know.”

The agent listening to Elisa as she begins to walk around the caravan site. The old rusty Caravan’s metal creaking in the wind.

Her eyes focused on the one familiar caravan. Elisa putting her hand on the door thinking about the previous night. The SKOR that was hiding besides the caravan. Elisa can feel no movement inside this time. Elisa turning around watching the horizon begins to walk around to the front of the caravan where the SKOR busted out.

The caravan is empty. Nobody is present in the caravan but as Elisa enters; among the smell of rain fall she can smell a strong scent of dried bloody and decayed corpse. The strong power odor of death lingering in the air. Clear signs of death littering the caravan. Elisa closing her eyes backing up out of the caravan preferring the strong mask that the rain provided. Elisa using her damp jacket begins to wrap it around her face using it as a mask to cover her mouth to stop the strong smell. Walking back into the caravan she composes herself. Relaxing as she continues to observe the Caravan.

Inside is a stack of damp paper. A large hole in the roof of the caravan dripping rain water on the paper. Elisa pulling the stack of wet paper away from the hole. The paper still soaked. Elisa exclaiming quietly through the microphone. “A large stack of paper. Documents. Possibly a case file.”

Elisa gasping. As she looks closely at the document. The running ink appears to still depict a picture of Vincent. Elisa speaking to the agent again: “Looks like Vincent.” The agent curious. “Vincent. Your friend Vincent?” Elisa trying to pick the papers up again. A portion of the paper getting stuck too her hand. Elisa speaking to the agent: “I can’t pick it up. It’s ruined.” The agent exclaiming: “Leave it there. Whoever it is they were likely leaving you a message.”

Elisa thinking: “How would he know we’d be coming back?” The agent thinking.

The agent confused: “I’m not sure. I’m guessing he knew we’d want to follow it up but even then... ”

Elisa assertively: “This place is empty. There are definitely remains of something here but it’s too far gone. Only a stain and bone fragments remain of it.” Elisa bending down.

The agent interested: “Clothing?” Elisa nodding. “Scraps of fabric. It’s definitely Hunter.”

The agent exclaiming: “These instances are very similar. Aren’t they? Two SKOR same technique. Hunters sent to a death trap. Devoured by another hunter.”

Elisa thinking about it: “Surely it’s easy to find out the patterns that hunters operate. Right? Confirm their location.” The agent inspired by Elisa’s response. “Now that is an idea. I’ll contact my partner as soon as you get back and request he look into them.”

Elisa querying: “Should I come back?” The agent thinking: “It’s your choice; but I’d like you to keep looking if that is alright with you.” Elisa agreeing. She continues to look as requested by the Agent. As she stands up she catches sight of red matter dripping from one of the cabinets besides her. Elisa turning to the cabinet. Elisa nervously putting her fingers on the door handle. Slowly opening the door of the cabinet. Backing up. A disgusting vile stench escaping the cabinet. Elisa’ falling back onto the blood stained floor gasping and cursing. “Shit!” The agent on the other end panicking in a quick and worried tone: “Are you alright?”

Elisa jumping up onto her feet. A pool of rainwater soaking her trousers and hands. Elisa shaking her hands off. Nervously and disgusted by the insect infested corpse. “Yes… I just found something.” Elisa running out of the caravan into the rain that’s still hammering down on her. Coughing and choking pulling the jacket from her face.

The agent talking to Elisa: “Need me to come over?”

Elisa still coughing and gagging from the sight of the body. Elisa still trying to clear her throat: “Saving them for later?”

The agent agreeing: “I suppose so… either way. I’m the clean up guy.” The agent about to get out of his car putting the phone to his ear. Elisa pleading: “Don’t come. I’ll be fine.”

The agent exhaling; commenting: “If I wasn’t sure you didn’t eat people before I’m convinced now. Alright. I’ll stay here. If things go bad though remember what we discussed.”

Elisa on the other end. “Sure.”

Elisa walks back inside the caravan. The Caravan floor creaking as the water begins to run; blood from the cabinet mixing with the dirty rain water. Blooding Elisa’s shoes. Elisa swallowing nervously as she continues inside. Elisa coughing again in disgust. Composing herself again she continues walking towards the cabinet. Grabbing a dirty old cloth from a wrack on the wall she puts it over her hands and begins to drag the body out. It’s only a torso and a head. Half of the face is missing. An animal. (SKOR) had devoured the face and a large portion of brain. The legs and arms are missing. Maggots and flies had begin to eat away at the corpse.

The body still wearing FT Uniform. A jacket of District Three and a white t-shirt. On the ground in the cabinet a tag with the man’s name. Elisa using her foot pulls the tag into the light of the roof. Elisa on the phone to The Agent. “It’s a District Three Hunter. Stewart Rowe”

The agent querying with Elisa: “Is that his tag you found? What does the emblem look like?”

Elisa looking at the small emblem on the corner of the tag. Elisa not sure if it’s the symbol he meant. “A sword?” The agent thinking. “A rookie hunter? Is that all that’s on the emblem?” Elisa looking at the emblem. “Yes. It’s just a sword.” Elisa confirming that the hunter was a trainee. The agent finding a notepad in his glove compartment.The agent: “Hold on a second.” The agent shuffling around in the glove compartment pulling out a black biro pen “Alright. Give me his Hunter Identification Number.” Elisa confused: “Where is it?”

The agent explaining: “Just besides his picture it will have his Name and below that the identification number. 4 Letters at the beginning and 5 numbers and 2 letters.”

Elisa repeating the number on the ID card. “S T R O - 1 4 0 9 2 - D T” The agent thanking Elisa: “I see. Thank you Elisa.” The agent continuing: “He is a member of District Three. The last two letters signify the facility they first joined. The first four are two letters from their first name and 2 letters from their last name. The 5 numbers are their FT Number ID.”

The agent going quiet. Elisa curious. “Elisa. Can you get me that ID?” Elisa bending down picking up the bloodied pass with the cloth disgusted holding it by the cloth. The agent politely: “Come back I’ve got something for you to put that in.” Elisa turning around walking out of the caravan. As Elisa steps out of the caravan she can hear footsteps. Elisa gasping.

Elisa whispering to Ace. “Someone’s coming.” Elisa looking at a closet Elisa walking slowly sneaking towards a closet opening it she climbs in closing the door behind her. Elisa still holding the tag.

Elisa with no space frozen in fear. Closing her eyes. The agent going silent on the other end. He is watching closely his eye widen as he catches sight of a familiar silhouette in the distance.

“Flynn and Michelle are there. Fucking idiots. I told them not too.” The agent noticing his phone had been disconnected. The agent cursing under his breath. “Shit..”

Elisa is completely oblivious to the Agent’s warning noticing her bluetooth has stopped working.

Flynn outside noticing the blood flushing outside of the caravan. Flynn turning to Michelle grabbing his pistol from his holster. Turning back to the Caravan he cautiously approaches it. Michelle taking a pistol out of her holster running around the caravan. The sound of Michelle masked by the confines of the cupboard.

Elisa removing the tranquilizer gun from her pocket. Pushing the cupboard open slightly. Elisa pulls the barrel of the gun towards the opening of the cupboard. The agent is running across the field in a panic trying to reach Elisa before Flynn finds her.

Flynn slowly making his way into the Caravan. Flynn wincing as he glances at the body lying on the floor. Reeling in disgust. Michelle watching the back door of the caravan. Not entering as Flynn is cautiously investigating the caravan. Flynn’s boots slowly beating against the creaky floor of the rusty caravan. Flynn looking towards the body on the floor. His hair drenched draped over his face. Flynn flicking the wet hair from his eyes. Elisa seeing the man bent down jumping out from the cupboard noticing the uniform Elisa gasping as Flynn turns around the tranquilizer pointed at Flynn. Elisa shouting confused: “Flynn…?” Elisa lowering the tranquilizer still holding onto the id. Flynn jolting around. His gun pointing at Elisa. “Elisa?” Flynn shouting confused. “What the hell? What is this? What on earth is going on?” Flynn greatly disturbed the scene. Assuming the worst.

Michelle running into the Caravan. Elisa clearly still plastered up from her injuries sustained in the kidnapping. Michelle shocked: “Shit. Elisa what is going on?”

The agent out of breath running towards the caravan. Elisa turning around to the agent out of breath in a gasped tone. “ What on earth are you doing here?”

Michelle worried: “Is… Is that a gun?” Elisa backing up. Shaking her head assertively: “It’s not a gun.” The agent silent. Flynn taking the gun from Elisa’s hands. Flynn turning back to Michelle; “Tranquilizer?” Elisa nodding. “I found this hunter and I found the tranquilizer. I thought there was a SKOR around I need to protect myself.” Michelle exhaling. “What are you even doing here?”

The agent exclaiming: “She is with me; and she is helping me out. I-...” The agent reluctant to tell Michelle about the kidnapping. Flynn assuming that it was related to the kidnapping. Michelle pleading: “Can we get out of here?” The group agreeing stepping outside of the caravan.

The agent explaining: “This was my idea. It’s not Elisa’s fault.” Michelle cussing the Agent: “You went completely against procedure. Elisa isn’t a hunter. Why didn’t you ask us?” The agent silent. Michelle turning to Flynn: “Aren’t you going to say anything about this? Help me out here Flynn. You have to condemn this shit.” Michelle turning back to the Agent: “You’re an agent of Central you should know better.” The agent admitting: “It’s not against protocol.” Michelle confused: “What do you mean… of course it is.” The agent exclaiming: “Elisa is involved because somebody kidnapped her and it wasn’t far from this site I found her.” Michelle in shock. “What… when did?” Elisa nervously looking down towards the ground. Losing her focus on Michelle. Flynn responding: “He is right… but that still doesn’t excuse her using a tranquilizer. You can’t be taking weapons.” Elisa nervously and apologetically muttering under her breath. “Sorry…”

Flynn concerned: “Do you even know what’s in that gun? If you fired that at me I would’ve died.” Elisa thinking to herself: “Or not… it was the Agent that filled the tranquilizer. Tranquilizer barely potent enough to down a human.”

The agent exhaling: “She wouldn’t have killed anyone. That Skornamide is over 3 months old and there is barely anything in that dart. It would’ve put you on the floor but not out.”

Flynn confused: “How would you know that?” The agent exhaling again. Pausing. Admitting in a mutter: “I filled it.”

Michelle opening her mouth wide in shock. “You supplied her?” Michelle shaking her head holding her hands up. “Look. I don’t want to hear it.” The agent shaking his head: “Stop making this about me. You went completely against what I told you. Didn’t you? There is no other way you’d be here. So who sent you?”

Michelle ignoring the agent. “You’ve got a body to clean up. Just go. Alright?” Elisa getting angry. Rolling her eyes. “Can we all just calm down? I had been taken by some son of a bitch at District Three and you guys just can’t stop bickering.”

Elisa snatching the tranquilizer back from Flynn running off back towards the caravan. Flynn standing in shock. In a stammer shouting back at Elisa: “H- hey! Come back!” Flynn running after Elisa. The agent and Michelle looking at each other then looking towards Flynn and Elisa as they walk off. The agent angrily snapping: “I’m doing this for our own good.”

Michelle offhandedly: “Is that why you’re interviewing Flynn; and sending Elisa off to explore a caravan sight alone? Peter said there is a SKOR on the loose here. Why would you do that?”

The agent scoffing. The agent storming away following after Elisa and Flynn. Michelle following after him nervously.

Flynn still following Elisa pleading with her: “Elisa stop… What’s going on between you two?” Elisa turning back to Flynn. “He is trying to help you. Why don’t you trust him?”

Elisa closing her eyes as she continues walking. Her hair and clothes drenched with rain water.

Flynn shrugging: “He isn’t trying to help you though is he?” Elisa silent. Elisa knowing why the agent is using her. Flynn still confused: “I don’t get why you aren’t seeing things straight. Elisa. You’re not a hunter; you’re trained to fight hand to hand but you’re aren’t trained to fight SKOR like we are he is putting you in danger.”

Elisa avoiding the mention of last nights encounter with the SKOR. Flynn confused as to who that was in the caravan. “Who was that Elisa… Why were you…”

Elisa silent: “I don’t know. I found it. “ Flynn looking at the tag in Elisa’s hands. “You have his tag. Can’t I take a look at it?” Flynn trying to get Elisa to slow down. As elisa continues walking away. “District Three took me; and District Three will find me. You doing this is going to compromise Radford. You need to trust him.” Flynn shrugging: “Yes so you keep telling me; but you’re not exactly convincing me.” Flynn drawing his pistol. Clicking the gun on. “You’re stopping now.” Elisa stopping turning around to Flynn. Elisa’s eyes shifting glaring at Flynn. “You’re not shooting me.”

Flynn scoffing: “Right; against guidelines… but then I found you with a body of a potential hunter what else am I to think?” Elisa stuttering: “Wait… what?” Flynn in a serious tone: “I don’t think you did it but I’m certain something isn’t right. The agent was eager to get us away from District Three. So what do they know that we don’t? What is the agent hiding?”

The Agent in the distance shouting at Flynn. “What the hell are you doing?” As the Agent approaches behind Flynn; Flynn turns around putting the gun to the Agent. “Come on. You’re interviewing me about the Caravan site and now you and Elisa are here. What the hell is going on?” Michelle approaching them seeing Flynn pointing the gun towards The Agent. Michelle cursing: “Flynn… fuck stop!”

Flynn: “What the hell is going on. What aren’t you telling us?” The agent still quiet. The agent exhaling: “I thought I made it perfectly clear. What else do you want to know?” The Agent’s phone buzzing. Flynn lowering the gun as the Agent answers the phone.

The agent on his private phone: “Radford.”

It’s the gentleman on the other end: “Something of interest for you. Radford. There are always two names that come up for each case of interest. Edward Stark and Peter Foreman.

Edward Stark a Veteran Hunter with experience a soul survivor of one of the previous incidents and Peter Foreman; Peter Foreman leader of District Three who organized and authorized the hunt. It might be worth investigating Peter Foreman to confirm he is clean just to be on the safe side but looking deeper into this Edward Stark seems… off.”

The Agent curious: “How so?” The man replying: “There are gaps in Edward Stark’s reports inconsistencies but… I don’t think he is alone. Whilst he has been confirmed operating another case as incidents have happened I don’t think he is in the clear.” The Agent nodding: “I’ll look into it” The Agent hanging the phone up.

Flynn getting confused putting the gun back up to the Agent again: “What was that?... who was that?” The Agent silent. The Agent grabbing the gun from Flynn’s hand disarming him. Kicking Flynn to the floor. Flynn wincing as he lays on the ground. “Don’t ask me anymore questions.” Flynn cursing on the ground. “Son of a…” The Agent turning to Elisa. “Things are getting complicated.” The agent looking down at Flynn. “Point a gun at me again in future and I will break your arm.” The agent turning back to Michelle. In a dull and quiet serious tone: “Go home and take Flynn with you. I’m not asking you. I’m telling you. My conscious is clear now. I’ve given you plenty of warnings if you die or fall to that SKOR. That’s on you.”

The Agent handing Flynn’s gun to Michelle walking away. Elisa following the Agent back to his car. Flynn stumbling to his feet. Michelle looking at Flynn completely silent. Flynn looking up. “You’re just going to let him get away?” Michelle closing her eyes feeling defeated. “Let’s just go. Alright?” Flynn looking up at Michelle agitated: “So you’re just going to let him win?” Michelle shaking her head: “If he’s right.”

Flynn groaning. Cursing: “Fuck it. Fine. You’re calling up Peter. I’m not dealing with him again.” Flynn hissing as he storms away back to Michelle’s car. Michelle taking out her phone following after Flynn.

As Elisa follows the Agent back to the car. She feels he is angry. Elisa apologetically muttering. “I’m sorry…” feeling as though she was at fault for the incident happening. The agent exhaling Sympathetically looking at Elisa. “That wasn’t your fault Elisa. My phone disconnected and I couldn’t warn you in time. They went against what I told them… things just didn’t work out today had they listened to me we wouldn’t have been compromised like that.”

Elisa getting in the Agent’s car. Looking back at the Agent as he starts the engine up. Elisa completely drenched in rain. The agent looking at the tag Elisa is still clutching in her hand. “We’ll get you warm and dry first. That can’t be good for you… then look into this guy.”

The agent pulling out of the dirt path begins to drive Elisa back to his flat.

### Monday; November 3rd 2014 10:11am

Moments Later; the agent and Elisa are at the flat now. The agent passing Elisa a towel and some spare clothes. Exclaiming: “Get yourself cleared up. I’ll be looking into our friend.”

The agent dialing his phone trying to contact his caretaker staying at the shell of FT Siren.

The call going forward. “I’ve got someone else for you to investigate deeper. I need information outside of what you might get from FT Forke or District Three.” The man in agreement. “Go ahead. Got something I can use?”

The Agent nodding and agreeing. “Stewart Rowe. Have you got pen and paper?” The man responding. “Yes I do.” The agent responding: “Lookup “Stewart Rowe.” His hunter ID is S T R O - 1 4 0 9 2 - D T; Got it?” The man on the other end in a monotone voice: “Yes I have it.”

The agent exclaiming: “I’ll be paying you a visit shortly; right now I have something I’d like to investigate myself.” the man again. “Can I ask why the interest in this hunter? He has been reported missing.” the agent responding. “We found his body… or at least what is potentially left of him and this ID. It is likely he was killed.” the man now speaking seriously: “I thought I was losing it but this name you have given me. It wouldn’t be the first time hearing it.” the agent confused: “What are you saying?” the man stating: “That hunter was in one of the reports; June West and Stewart Rowe allegedly accused Edward Stark of negligence.” the agent grunting: “So the bastard might be involved with these two as well? I am going to need his address as soon as possible.” the man scoffing: “That will be a little hard. An address is not something that I will be able to get a hold of. I need to remote access Peter Foreman’s computer for that knowledge.” The agent cursing. “Shit. Of course. Hunters private details are stored internally.” The man explaining: “You could as Peter Foreman to view it.” The agent assertively: “no. I absolutely don’t want to do that.” The man nodding: “Fine… then we’ll have to do it the hard way.” The agent responding: “I’ll meet you tomorrow and see if we can’t plan something discrete. I will likely need to see Peter Foreman anyway to report the death of a hunter.” The agent hanging the phone up. Elisa is leaving the bathroom now warmer with a change of clean clothes on. Placing her dirty clothes in a bag putting them on the floor.

Elisa curiously: “Found anything?” The agent turning back to Elisa. “I can’t get access to the internal database; not without remote access. I need the address of Stewart Rowe and Edward Stark.” Elisa shrugging. “Surely you can do that can’t you?” The agent nodding. “Not easily; but I think I have a plan. I’m going to pick the device up from my caretaker tomorrow I have a very big favour to ask of you. Elisa.”

Elisa looking curiously at the Agent. The agent explaining to Elisa: “I won’t be able to plug it into his main laptop at work but I believe I could in fact get it into Peter’s home computer I am certain it’s linked up to his internal database; even if it doesn’t his account will have the correct permissions to see private information.”

Elisa curious: “What you have access to isn’t private?” The agent nodding. “We have a dummy account that’s capable of viewing the basic information someone like a hunter can view but nothing more than that.” Elisa curiously: “Don’t you have access? You’re an Agent aren’t you?” The agent nodding. “I don’t want to leave a footprint.” Elisa confused: “Footprint?” The agent nodding. “Cassandra taught me not to leave any trace of where you’ve been. If someone within District Three find out I’m looking into their business I’ll end up as the half torso in the Forke Caravan Park.”  Elisa swallowing nervously.

The Agent showing Elisa his database. “My caretaker has level 3 access. Level 3 access grants him the ability to view case files. Level 4 Access grants access to private information. I could theoretically access the database right now if I wanted too.” Turning back to Elisa mousing over the database software.

Elisa muttering: “A footprint…” The agent nodding. The agent searching for other software. Typing in ‘FTpassprot’ an exe file popping up in the search bar. Clicking on the file the exe file taking him straight to the database. Bypassing any login prompts. The agent turning to Elisa smiling excited: “FT-Pass-Prot was made by a very clever individual. It automatically connects with a dummy account that FT use for testing databases and hides it. They can’t see me viewing this database right now I’m completely invisible.”  Elisa astounded.

The agent exhaling: “Of course I’m limited to only being able to view what a regular Veteran hunter can view. So nothing remotely spectacular. My account doesn’t exist so I’ve not been assigned by their operator so I can’t view case files. I can look up information on completed  publicized case files… news all that kind of stuff but nothing that will help us right now.” Elisa curiously: “Can you see Daleford’s database?” The agent shaking his head. “At Central archived. This account doesn’t connect to archived databases.”  Elisa correcting herself: “Skornhold.” The agent nodding. Switching the table from the District Three’s IP to Skornhold. The database reloading slowly. Filling up a very short database containing limited information from the Skornhold facility. Elisa exclaiming intrigued and impressed: “That’s… astonishing.” The agent nodding. Closing the software. The agent nervously sniggering: “I can’t have you telling anybody about FT-Pass-Prot. It’s not exactly something to be openly shouting about”

Elisa surprised. As it turns out the agent is doing things that go against FT. Elisa thinking to herself: “So much for not doing things that go against FT you goddamn hypocrite.”

### Monday; November 3rd 2014 10:26am

Meanwhile at Skornhold HQ Michelle is sitting at the desk. Still wondering why Elisa was there.

Flynn in the other room is plastering up his foot; injured after the fall sustained when the Agent disarmed him.

Flynn putting his foot down on the floor. Pulling the leg of his trousers back down looking towards the office. Flynn standing up grabbing a new file from off the desk walking into the office. Turning to Michelle. “Assign me to this one.”

Flynn throwing the case file on the desk. Michelle taking the file looking at it. Michelle nodding quietly. Typing in the database she begins to assign flynn to the case file. Allowing him access to reports.

Flynn taking the case file back from Michelle; Michelle quiet still from after finding Elisa and the Agent.  Flynn turning away; slowly walking out the door. Turning back to Michelle again. Flynn quietly mutter apologetically: “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. Alright?” Michelle looking back to Flynn. Still quiet sitting at the desk. Flynn walking out of the door holding the case file in his hands. Looking at it.

Michelle shouting to Flynn; “wait.” Flynn turning around walking to the door. Michelle looking up at Flynn muttering: “becareful.” Flynn nodding his head. Turning around walking back out of the office. Michelle in the office looking at the figurine on the desk. Michelle muttering clearly upset: “Robert… what would you do?”

### Tuesday; November 4th 2014 01:24pm

The following day; the agent had returned to FT Siren to retrieve the USB and has arrived back at his flat again. Elisa is waiting for him. He returns through the front door with the usb device in his pocket. Elisa putting a mug of tea down walking towards the front door.

The agent showing Elisa the device. “Peter Foreman has a house in Forke; inside is a computer system with level 4 access to FT Forke. All you have to do is locate his computer and plug it in. I’ll be keeping Peter Foreman busy at District Three so it will be unlikely he’ll catch you doing it.” Elisa curious shaking her head: “How will I get in?”

The agent responding: “I’ll drop you off and get you in. I have my ways.” Elisa curious. The agent exclaiming: “Peter Foreman will be working today. The meeting is scheduled at 3:30pm and should be about 10-15 minutes long. You’ll have time.” Elisa querying: “Will I have to do anything else?” the agent shaking his head. “No; the effects will be applied when he boots the computer up; might be worth powering it down if he has left it on.”

Elisa worried: “What if I get seen?” The agent replying: “Don’t be; that’s all I ask. You being seen could compromise us even more; they already know you’ve escaped. If you think someone’s coming force and flee.” Elisa nodding. Thinking to herself: “No pressure then…”

Elisa and the Agent go over plans and strategies. The agent is trying to reassure Elisa of what to do; time passing by; the agent leaving in his car with Elisa. Elisa getting inside his car.

### Tuesday; November 4th 2014 02:32pm

The agent getting out of his car parking it outside a corner shop in Forke. Turning to Elisa handing Elisa money. “Go get me a drink would you?” the agent winking walking away towards Peter Foreman’s house pointing at it. Elisa turning to the corner shop. Walking inside. Elisa crouching down looking at the front cover of the newspapers stacked neatly on the wracks.

A voice from behind Elisa: “It’s a shame about that girl.” Elisa turning around. The newspaper article with details about the body of a girl being found.

The clerk exclaiming: “That’s one reason why I’m glad I don’t live in Daleford. The amount of crime that goes on down there is unbelievable. The police just don’t seem to do anything about it.” Elisa standing up. Browsing the counters. Elisa thinking to herself: “There isn’t much the police can do when it comes to SKOR. It’s not their fault.” Elisa turning around to the clerk trying to continue the conversation: “It’s the town I grew up in.” the clerk responding: “That’s what I thought. You’re not from around here are you? Why would you come to Forke?” Elisa lying: “I’m passing through with a friend of mine; He was thirsty.”

Elisa picking up a bottle of lemonade handing it to the cashier. The clerk ringing Elisa up. The clerk nodding. Elisa waving goodbye to the cashier leaving the shop.

The agent taking the drink from Elisa standing outside. The agent exclaiming: “The doors open for you to plug it in. Whilst you’re in there have a look around but get out when my meeting ends. Don’t stay any longer than that. Got it?” Elisa nodding. The agent looking back smiling at Elisa. Nodding his head. He gets into his car and drives away leaving Elisa on her own wandering the streets of Forke.

Elisa looking towards the house of Peter Foreman. Entering the back garden; Elisa looking around. The back door slightly open. Elisa curious how the Agent managed to open the back door. Elisa stepping in quietly. Looking around the back of the house. Taking the usb from her pocket looking at it. Elisa looking around the kitchen. The room neat and tidy. Elisa looking at the drawers walking up to them opening them. The kitchen utensils are neatly stored away in the drawers. Almost appearing untouched. Elisa turning to the refrigerator. Elisa stopping.

Her nose being smacked by the strong stench of bleach. Elisa leaving the kitchen walking towards the living room. Elisa still looking for the computer in the house. Elisa leaving the living room looking upstairs.

Walking upstairs. She reaches the landing. Looking around. The landing clear and barren. There are no photos; no family pictures. Elisa peaking around the door frame. An office.

Elisa walking into the office; kneeling down she looks at a large black computer case. Grabbing the back of the case she pulls it forwards. Taking the small usb device out of her pocket she inserts it into the back of the computer. Pushing the computer back into place again.

Elisa turning the computer on; letting the device software install onto the OS. As the system installs the software she begins to look through the drawers of the desk. The drawers are empty. Elisa pushing the drawers back again. The computer completing the installation. Restarting itself. The computer humming as it turns back on; the computer making it to the desktop. Elisa powering the computer down again. Standing up. Leaving the office. Elisa checking the time on her phone. Elisa thinking to herself. “15 minutes…” Elisa continues looking around the house; reaching his bedroom. A large cupboard stretching far across the room. On a large chest of drawers sitting on top is a photograph of the District Three facility. Elisa’s nose catching waft of the smell of bleach again as she approaches the cupboard. Opening the door. The strong smell hitting her in the face Elisa turning her face away coughing. Looking down a large metal crate on the floor. Elisa trying to open the lock box. The box shut tight. Elisa standing up. Her head hitting a large white cloth hanging up in the cupboard. The large white sheet falling on her face; Elisa throwing the cloth from her face. Lifting her head up.

Elisa gasping. Behind the white cover hanging on a coat hanger is riot gear. Elisa standing up looking at the jacket. It’s worn part of the fabric slightly torn. Elisa setting the white cover back over the riot gear backing up. Elisa thinking about it: “Peter Foreman… possibly connected to… Edward Stark?” Elisa thinking again out loud: “Peter Foreman initiates the contract; sends a hunter and kills them… “

Elisa looking around in the drawer searching for the key to the lock box unable to find it. Elisa catching earshot of the sound of floorboards creaking as Elisa turns around she feels a pinch on her arm. Her body feeling strange; her vision blurring. Elisa putting her hand on her arm turning down to the pain. A dart. Elisa cursing under her breath: “Shi-” Elisa’s knees dropping her eyes tiring; her body feeling sickly Elisa falling to the ground. Out cold.