What She Thought She Knew (Rachel Moore Mystery Book 1), стр. 4
I turned away, but the ceiling remained in my peripheral view. I continued to walk around the rink, and slightly shivered at the chilly air it still released. When I reached the other side from where I started, another crash-like noise interrupted the once still silence.
Rapidly, I turned towards the source of the disturbance, and saw that the double doors were slightly open. I narrowed my eyes, and aimed the gun forward as I tactfully made my way to the doors. Once there, I pushed them just wide enough for me to fit through, and went on with my investigation.
I found myself walking down a dimly lit hallway, fully aware that I could have been walking into a trap. Halfway down the hall, I felt my phone vibrate, and activated the earphone. "What is it?" I asked.
"I believe there's some suspicious activities going on down in the boiler room. I'll contact you when I know more," Agent Michaels reported.
"Alright, keep me posted." I said, and hung up.
A blur of movement caught the corner of my eye. I turned around only to see nothing. I focused on my surroundings, and slowly walked in the direction of the movement. My senses seemed to have heightened as I was able to experience the environment on a more superior level. Good old fashion adrenalin, I mused.
I briefly pondered about how the name "Phantom" actually described the agents rather accurately. People would get the feeling that they were being watched. When they would investigate the area, nothing would be found. Despite that, chances were that the Phantoms were always there; they just were hardly seen.
That's not to say that the Phantoms were super beings or anything of that nature. It's just that their agents tended to avoid conflict. Instead, they preferred to observe from the sidelines, and plan one major attack.
On top of their ability to "vanish" into thin air, if one did manage to see them, they'd be freaked out of their wits. The Phantoms' glowing eyes made them resemble more like cyborgs rather than pro-destruction extremists. The hairs on the back of one's head neck surely stand on end just by staring into those lifeless eyes.
Instinctively, my torso spun around only to come into contact with another figure. The unexpected collision pushed me down hard, and I struggled to catch my breath. The mysterious figure didn't seem affected. Instead, they ran down the hall.
I cursed under my breath, and briskly jumped up as I went after the figure. Whoever it was led me back to the building's parking lot. As they rushed out the door, I gathered speed, and bolted through. I then jumped down the five meter high staircase.
I landed smoothly on the ground, but when I looked around there was no one.
Frustrated, I swore yet again at my bad luck as I restlessly paced around. A minute later, I felt my phone vibrate, and once again I activated my earphone. "Yes?" I asked impatiently.
"There's definitely something weird going on in here. I could have sworn I heard footsteps leading away from a storage closet. When I went by it, I heard something like a rapid ticker." There was a slight pause followed by an audible gasp. "Oh my God…" he trailed off.
My eyes widened in realization as I knew what it was. "Get out of there! It's a…"
I didn't get time to finish as a strong rumbling erupted. The entire parking lot and surrounding buildings shook. Madison Square Garden itself flamed up, the numerous windows shattered, and I had to run to escape their sharp fall.
Another explosion caught me off guard, and I was thrown backwards. My back collided painfully against the hood of a random car, and my body slid down onto the concrete pavement.
My vision was dizzy and blurry. My mind scrambled all over the place as I thought that the mission was a trap. I weakly cursed in my breath just before everything went dark.
Chapter 3: Unexpected Visitor
My whole body felt as if it had been trampled on by a herd of raging elephants. The sound of murmuring and an annoying beep overpowered the deafening silence that was in my head. I tried to move, but all of my limbs just gave out. I lay there helplessly like a newborn deer desperate to learn how to walk before a predator killed it.
I waited for a few minutes as I allowed my brain to regain control over my body. Little by little, I was able to move some parts; whether it was a timid roll of the shoulders, or a small jerk of the elbows, to the tingling in my fingers. Once that was completed, I attempted to open my eyes.
It was easier said than done as my eyelids felt like they weighed at least a hundred pounds each. Again, I played the game of patience as I allowed my eyelids to regain strength for a few minutes. I tried once more.
Immediately, my eyelids shut as they were met by the glare of an incredibly bright light. Slowly, I opened them anew, and winced as they attempted to adjust.
Eventually, they were fully opened, and revealed a plain white ceiling above me.
I stared at it for a bit, before I diverted my attention to the rest of the room. To my left was an open window that brought in the special scents that came only during the spring. A cool breeze blew at my face, and comforted me for a moment.
I turned my head to my right, and saw equipment by my bed, one of them was hooked into