Future Past

Chapter 8: Was it worth it? (1)

A few days later, after the confrontation between The Company's guys and Derek.

At the Central Police Station where he worked as a detective and undercover, he wrote a report that the case was being closed, due to no evidence of the kidnappings. Derek wanted to get out of the situation as fast as he could, so he could work his way up the ladder to find his target, and during that time, he would love to not have his buddies at the station breathing on his back. The report was full of details about his time managing the Bar for his cover and how he met with the Blake character, but he missed the information involving The Company and the Vik persona. Ending it that the people that got missing probably ended up getting lost in the labyrinth space of the Underground Degeneroso's place or get high on some stuff that they just didn't want to leave. He added that there was nothing unusual in the place and it was like any ordinary disco or bar, but with a huge crowd and events. Little did he know that some of the station staff put a guy to follow him. And that guy was stopped at the real entrance by the lady guard. So they knew that something was fishy but didn't want to spend time and resources if it wasn't worth it. Because suddenly, people that were reported missing started to show up all around the world. Was that due to his intervention? Or because of that mole he had to find. He didn't care. The only thing he wanted was information about the mystery woman. A knock on the door was heard.

"Mhm, Keith?" a gentle female voice was heard from across the room that was a bit of a mess.

"Yeah, what's it, I'm still finishing my report. Some details were missing and I'm adding them" He lied as usual. What could he have done else? He was a nobody, who played a cop, who played a bar owner, who is now playing the long game in a possibly criminal organization? It was all so sudden, but what could he have done better? His mind was focused only on that person that caught him in her web. A spider-like web that probably can't get his hands off.

"Yes, I'm here for the report, and we have new evidence coming out from a few people that were reported missing. They were in the station for a few hours, told us their strangest of stories and left us in awe. But we figured out that with your report all would come to a closure for most of the people that still want answers." the female was looking exhausted, she looked at the guy sitting in his chair, writing his report on a what looked like an old typewriter machine. She hadn't seen one of those in a few years. "Are you really into this old stuff? Why don't you buy something new and digital?" she asked suddenly with a curious voice.

"You know me Lizz, I'm an old dog. I can't get my hands on these new age things. I love the hardship, the smell of paper that runs through my fingers." he turned around, fixing his work glasses and winked at her. She was a petite little woman, no more than a few inches shorter than him, but still a gorgeous looking gal, that most of the guys at the station would love to be with. She played it inapproachable most of the time, even if they already knew she was engaged to a professor at the university and not some older person, but a fresham at that.

"I know, I know, you are a weird birth, Keith, a really weird one." she jokingly giggled and sat on his desk and crossed her legs, because of her skirt. "So when will it be ready? You think you could finish it by the end of the day?" 'Little bit of nagging wont hurt him!' she thought to herself.

A typewriter ringing was heard, and that was the ending of the last paragraph.

"I'm already done, and..." he took off his glasses, looked at her straight in the eyes and started to talk with a calm, serious voice. "and there is an additional thing that I would want you to give to the chief. It's my resignation from the police force. As of now, I don't want to be a detective and want this to be over as soon as it can be."

"Ahh, so that's why all the secrecy?" she exclaimed in awe.

"Yes, and that would be all. Thank you for all the good work, Lizz, and I am glad to be working with you. We could meet sometimes in the future for a drink, and hey, don't forget to invite me to the wedding!" the guy was trying his best not to feel bad about this decision, but it would be better to leave it at that.

"I'm glad we worked so well. I will never forget your kindness. I won't ask anything, but try to call us not to worry us much. And, sure, you will get your invitation soon after we make the date official." she was looking a bit sad, but still smiled and looked collected.

"Then I'm off, sorry for the mess I have left, but I don't have anything here that I would like to keep. You could store it or burn it, whatever. I just don't want to deal with it now." he stopped and took a deep breath. "I will miss ya, you little fighter!" the guy was already standing in front of the sitting girl and punched her in the shoulder. "Have a nice rest of the day I'm off" he took his leather jacket off the chair and was heading out of the office the minute after.