Dead Man’s Letter (C/S2/E1/I10)

Braden: “What?” Braden asked in amazement,
“Did those guys do it to him?”

Rayen: “I don’t know yet, Braden, but they will pay for their sin.”

Rayen took a few moments,
Looking for the mail,
That Chris had sent to her,
She was determined to not fail.
When she couldn’t find it,
She remembered her cellphone’s pic,
The one she took in case of emergency,
She navigated to it.
And when she had the picture pulled up,
She zoomed in on the text,
She cleared her throat and began to read.
That reading is what comes next.

Rayen: “Dearest Rayen, My favorite teacher,
I hope this finds you well.
Well, better than my circumstances.
Lately it feels like Hell.

I was just attacked in a bar,
But I got away with a tape.
I’m going to put it in a safe place,
I know you’ve got a lot on your plate-
But I need you to retrieve it,
Should anything happen to me.
It is connected to what we talked about.
You know what it could be.

PO Box 292, at Killingsworth Road Post Office.
I place the tape in your trust.

Your faithful friend in Christ,
Chris Alexander Magnus.”

To Be Continued.

Quick Prep (C/S2/E2/I1)

The three of our heroes worked through the night,
To ready the Silversmith home.
Jonathan, Rayen and Braden,
Only some of them could roam.
It was decided Jonathan would stay,
After he volunteered.

Jonathan: “I got your guys’ back on this one. ‘Sides,
I don’t think they’re coming back here.”

Braden: “Thanks, Jonathan. We appreciate this.”

Rayen: “Yes. More than you know.”

Jonathan: “I’ll run the house. You guys get the tape.”

Braden: “Let’s put an end to their show.”

Braden stuffed the last of a short list,
Of belongings into a backpack.
There wasn’t enough time or space,
To take anything but a light snack-
A few pairs of clothes and some money.
Shadowlash sat in his pocket in the form,
Of an old credit card.

Rayen: “Let’s pray before we go.”

The boys bowed their heads with a nod.

Rayen: “Protect us all, Great Spirit, Jesus.
In your name, Amen.”

Braden: “Let’s hit the road and find this tape.’
We’ll stop these evil men.”

The P.O. Box (C/S2/E2/I2)

All through the night Rayen drove
Sacramento’s Six hour drive.
Braden slept in case of emergency.
If there was an attack, he’d thrive.
Soon the sun would rise in the East,
But just before that event,
Braden was awoken by his grandmother,
Announcing that they were present.

Rayen: “We’re here, Braden.
There is no one around.”

Braden: “Glad I could get a couple hours.
So no one’s awake yet in Sac-Town?”

Rayen: “Nobody.” She replied as Braden yawned.
“But I’m worried we were followed.”

Braden looked around,
And his heart began to hollow.

Braden; “Why is that, Grandma?
Do you think they got here first?”

Rayen: “If they did, Braden,
They’d have a time winning their purse.
Chris sent me a string of numbers,
That I was confused about.
He sent it by text though,
And I now I have no doubt-
It must be the combination,
To his P.O. Box.”

Braden: “So our attackers would have a time opening it.”

Rayen: “Unless they picked the locks.”

Braden: “Maybe they’re waiting for us to get it first.”

Rayen: “That’s what I’m worried about.”

Braden: “We’ve got this, Grandma. You and me.”

Then they struck out down their route.

The old Killingsworth Post Office was large and brick,
And smelled of mold and dust.
There were thousands of P.O. Boxes about,
And cameras to watch people you can’t trust.
They went down a corridor and automatic lights,
Began to illumine their path.
A janitor appeared from out of the shadows,
With a steam cleaner on his back.

Both the Silversmiths jumped with a fright,
But he took no notice of them there.
They continued to walk down the corridor,
And on their necks stood many hairs.

Rayen: “We’re looking for P.O. Box 292.”
Rayen reminded her grandson.

They passed the man with the steam cleaner,
And in a moment, his charade was done.

The man with the cleaner tried to pickpocket,
Rayen as they passed by.
Braden’s eagle eye caught the man’s hand,
And Braden let out a cry.

The men sprung to action and Braden struck first,
Knocking the older man out.
A simple leg sweep and palm strike to the head,
Made Braden almost pout.

Braden: “Too easy.” Braden said with a smile,
But then they both heard a sound,
A mechanical whirring near the walls,
And they looked from the ceiling to the ground.

Rayen: “We may have company in a minute.
The cameras are shifting their view.”

Braden: “That means cops and not more attackers?”

Rayen: “I wouldn’t bet on it. Would you?”

There was then a mad scramble as the two of them worked,
To find and open Chris’s box.
The blur of a moment led to a tape,
And it was simply labeled: “Talks.”

Braden slipped the microcassette into his pocket,
And the two began to leave,
Rayen ran ahead of Braden,
Panic making it hard to breathe.
She rounded a corner in the corridor,
And thought that she was home free,
But a half dozen barrels fitted with silencers,
Was all that she could see…