Chapter 69

69 CyberSearch (Part 2)

I looked down and saw Mari and the other guy rushing towards the crane, “She’s coming, I think.”

I then started to climb down the crane, making sure to avoid any sharp edges. “Where were you?” Mari asked as she got to the top.

“I was, uh, following him,” I said as I gestured to the unconscious guy up at the top. “What did he do?” Mari asked. “He was someone from the TSA that was here,” I explained. “He was going to hurt us, so I knocked him out.”

“Good job,” Mari said as she put her hand on my shoulder. “But that means there are more.”

“I know,” I said with a sigh. “But we’ll deal with them when they come.”

“You know, let’s just question him and let him tell us where Rocke is and if possible, Tisiah,” Mari suggested.

“Yeah, that’s a good idea,” I said as I nodded. “But we should probably tie him up first.”

“I’ll tell the rest,” Mari said, as I began to move up the ladder once again to where the guy was.

I quickly ascended the ladder and arrived at the top of the crane in no time. I then went over to him, and he almost seemed dead. I knelt and put my fingers on his neck, feeling for a pulse. And to my relief, he was alive and breathing. But he was still unconscious.

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I then turned him over so he was lying on his back and started to search him for any weapons. I found a knife in his back pocket, which could be useful. I picked him up and began to move down the ladder, which was harder than I expected given how heavy he was.

But I eventually made it down and laid him on the ground. “We need some rope,” I said as Mari looked around. Then she looked around at the big man and asked, “Can you get us some rope?”

He nodded and then went over to the nearby truck and rummaged through it before coming back with a coil of rope.

“Thank you,” she said as she took it from him.

Then she started to tie him up, making sure that he wouldn’t be able to escape. Once she was done, she took a few breaths. “Alright, let’s go, the team already knows where we are.”

I nodded and then picked up the guy, throwing him over my shoulder. It wasn’t easy, but I managed to do so.

Suddenly, a portal opened in front of us and we ended up falling into Mr. Drails’s office, whereas the others were already there.

Why are we always late to the party? I thought to myself as I looked around.

Mr. Drails was sitting at his desk, while the others were standing around, looking just at us. “This doesn’t look like Rocke if I’m not mistaken,” he said as he looked at the guy I was carrying.

“No, it’s not,” Mari said as she shook her head. “But it’s one of his minions. We could question him.” Mr. Drails nodded and then said, “Put him in the chair.”

I did as he said and sat the guy down in the chair. Then Mr. Drails slowly got up from his chair and came over, looking down at him. “Wake up,” he said in a cold voice.

Suddenly, the guy’s eyes snapped and he looked around frantically. “Talent...” September muttered under her breath.

“What?” I asked, confused.

“He has the talent of being a sleeper,” she explained. “It’s a rare talent that only a few have.”

“So, he can put people to sleep?” I asked, still confused.

“He can wake them up with just a calm voice,” September said. “He’s done it before.”

The TSA agent looked around confused before his eyes landed on Mr. Drails. “Who are you?” he asked in a shaking voice.

“That’s not important, what’s important is that I’m gonna ask you a few questions,” he said in a cold voice. “And if you don’t answer them, then I’ll make sure that you never wake up again.”

The guy shuddered a bit, but anger infused his eyes. “Go ahead and ask your questions,” he spat out.

“Where is Rocke?” Mr. Drails asked in a cold voice.

“I don’t know,” he answered.

“Wrong answer,” Mr. Drails said before he hit him with a shockwave that sent him flying out of the chair and into the wall.

He slid down, unconscious once again.

“Well that was helpful,” September said sarcastically.

“He’ll wake up again,” Mari said as she looked at him. “But it’ll take a few minutes.”

Suddenly the agent woke up again, gasping for breath. “I told you I don’t know,” he said in a shaking voice.

“Where is Rocke? And don’t try to be dumb, because you were literally in a site that contains something he’s trying to steal,” Mari said.

“I... I don’t know,” he said again, looking down.

“Well, do you know where he could be?” Mari asked.

The guy shook his head. “I- I don’t know anything,” he said in a trembling voice.

“Can you predict where he may be?” Mr. Drails asked. “And I don’t want to hear another ‘I don’t know.”

The guy shook his head again. “I don’t know, I already told you that,” he said pleadingly.

“Fine,” Mr. Drails said with a sigh, before punching him in the face, knocking him out again.

After a moment the agent woke up again, looking dazed. “W- what happened?” he asked, confused.

“You tried to lie to us,” Mari said plainly. “Where is Rocke?”

“I don’t-” He saw Mr. Drails’s fist coming towards him and he flinched, but Mr. Drails stopped just before hitting him.

“I suggest you start talking,” he said.

“And if I don’t?” the guy asked, trembling.

“Then I’ll make sure that you never wake up again,” Mr. Drails said with a chilly voice. “And we will torture you until you don’t blink again.”

“Uh...isn’t that a bit too harsh?” I muttered, but no one heard me.

“Okay, okay!” he shouted. “I’ll talk, I’ll talk!”

“Good,” Mr. Drails said as he let go of him. “Now tell us.”

“I don’t know how you guys know about the Cybertron, because it’s the only thing I can guess you guys were there for. It isn’t here, yet. So Rocke was waiting until they were going to transport it from overseas in a cargo boat. But it’s heavily guarded, and I mean heavily. If you get to Cuba fast enough, you should catch him,” he said.

“Hmm,” Mr. Drails said, rubbing his chin. “That’s not a bad idea.” He looked at September and Mari. “What do you two think?”

“Sure,” September said. “I’m ready.”

“What about you, Connor?” he asked me.

“I-uh... I don’t know,” I said, feeling a bit out of place. “I mean, I want to, but I get seasick easily.”

“Well you’re gonna have to get over that,” Mari said. “Because we’re going to need all the help we can get.”

“Okay,” I said. “Fine.”

“I’ll go tell Nikki,” September said before she left the room.

Mr. Drails looked at the agent who was now shaking in fear. “You’ve been helpful,” he said. Then he looked back at Malachi. “Hand the prisoner over to my unique interrogating chamber, and please press the button.”

“O-okay,” Malachi said, seeming a bit creeped out as such a use for the button.

After he left, Mr. Drails turned to look at me. “You’re going to have to be brave, Connor,” he said.

“I know,” I said with a nod. “I’ll try my best.”

He nodded before he gestured for us to leave.

As we walked out, I couldn’t help but wonder what the ‘unique interrogating chamber’ was. And I don’t think I want to know either. Unless it was the one where we questioned that “Robert” guy. I hope it wasn’t that one.

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