A.O.H pt.3

The swing and clinging of chains that where dangling from the ceiling, the warehouse was dark, old, vintage from the 1990s. Everything arranged as if whoever previously was ready to move everything but decided to just leave it instead. The steady chains begin to vibrate, slowly swinging back and forth before picking up pace, wobbling similar to if someone was shaking the chains. A burst of energy pushes a strong forceful wind everywhere, when the pulse of drops out a orange Camaro as it hits the ground it jerks forward before quickly breaking slightly tapping the warehouse garage door. “wooooo, Colt man I love you” Luke shouts jumping into the back seat, hugging him while Howard slowly gets out of the car. He takes a deep breath, walking over and sitting his shotgun on the table. Reaching into his pockets and pulls a box out of his trench coat, it wasn’t large but it wasn’t small either. Placing it on the table, it cuts on the small tv, siting at the end of the table.

The door slams again both Colt and Luke walk up to the table and take the lid off the box turning it on it’s side. “Hey, what are you doing?” Luke shout aggravated and annoyed with their actions, the sun shinning bright through the warehouse onto the table cutting through the small dozens of diamonds that piled up in front of them.  “Diamonds?”, “Yeah” Luke’s face turns fire red to Howard’s sedated tone. “We need money not diamonds, you idiot” his shouting becoming a growl. Luke walks over from the tv, aggressively pushing past Luke “Genius” he says sarcastically “do you know how much diamonds are worth?” they stop for a moment as they hear it. The blades slicing through the air, thick and with no hesitation, it must have been so close to the ground as the trio could fill the very ground beneath them shaking, trembling. Luke brings his attention back the roof as the helicopter passes by over head “What the hell” Colt whispers, “No way they found this hide out” Luke follows up “No F*cking way” he stomps towards the door for a moment then freezes on the door knob. Stopping short, slowly backing award from the door “Howard what is it?” Colt ask with a almost immediate response being Luke’s hand coming up and covering his mouth. As his eyes turn white the sharp shattering of glass, disrupts his focus but with his x-ray vision already active the flash bomb actives as soon as it touches the ground.

The bright blinding light distorts them, With them worried about trying to cover their face and ears. A group of commands and tight jerks to their arms forcing them to the ground “Hands up…..Put your hands up” with Luke’s vision coming back he looks upward only to see a gun butt to the head knocking him out cold.

“Hey….pst, Luke” the grogginess of his eyes causes him to shake his head “Luke” the innocent child’s voice whispers again “C…colt?” Luke says weakly “Dude wake up”. As he comes to Luke looks around the room, it’s black, dark, silent. There was a long table in front of him, wood grained, dark chest nut color. A pair of pale hands stretching out from the other side of the table. He clears his through, stern, his sharp piercing blue eyes and overly gelled back brunette hair, having the light from above shine down on it. The door to the room swings open and another man in a suit, just as black so visibly hard to see but he was darker in complexion, he was dark like chestnut. He looks at the three then smirks before walking over to the man across the table and handing him a set of folders. Colt looks at his hands in front of him and closes his eyes trying to concentrate “Still trying I see Colt, please go ahead” the man says as the other leaves the room as quickly as he came. Nothing, Colt sits there for a few moments the tension of all eyes on him and he doesn’t feel anything, no surge of energy, no instant feeling of warmth nothing. “Those blocks locked around your hands, nullifies your teleporting abilities” in shock Colts eyes jerk open as he gasp in awe. Luke’s face doesn’t move, the poker face. “What do you want?” Howard ask with the man pass three of the four folders to each other them with only Luke and Howard able to open theirs to see. Photos and information about themselves “What?” Luke says “How lo…” his question cut short when he sees the obnoxious number of photos, they have of them ,all the robbers and evading the police the have done over the years. For years he thought they were playing it safe, being smart in the end  something must have gone wary.

“Yes, quite surprising isn’t it? Did you know when a teleporter bends space to jump to another location it leaves a particle trail? Fascinating really?” The man says with Luke not focused says “A.O.H” to himself with subtly; where have I heard that name before he thought to himself? The man gets up from his chair sliding it back with his legs in the process, “Ah you piece it together yet” their collective blank expressions were enough for him. He opens up the last folder and turns it around so they can see, it was a picture of a girl she was young, the reflection of Almonds on her face, she was slim but other pictures of her strong with a stream of lightning coming from her hands using form I. The name beside her profile picture in big bold letter Clovefield and beside it “Target”.