summary: Sergeant "Storm" goes missing and 141 goes to find them. should hopefully be six parts. we shall see.
A dull click and Gaz pressed the door to Storm’s apartment open.
Price had handed him the key and simply told him to go find out what happened to the sergeant. A red envelope lay open on his desk.
Gaz hummed as he slipped into the apartment and quietly slipped the door closed behind him. It was just a little before sunrise, orange light slowly creeping along the floor. Now he could take in the apartment in full. A kitchen to his right. A living area past that. A small hall to his left. Start with the hall.
The first door was a closet. The next was a bathroom.The final door was the bedroom.
All three were clean. No sign of struggle. No sign of forced entry on the door nor on the bedroom window. No clues in the closet or in the bathroom. That left the kitchen and living room.
Gaz stepped from the hall and into the living room. Again no signs of struggle. There was a little pile of mail on the coffee table. He quickly flipped through. Nothing stood out to him, well aside from the amount of letters from Kingsmouth, Maine.
He moved to the kitchen. The cabinets were clear. The fridge was empty. Looks like Storm was preparing to return to base. A little cat statue was the only thing on the counter. Except he was pretty sure it wasn’t there when he entered the apartment. Pinned under its paws was a bright red envelope. Similar to the one in Price’s office. The one that said Storm was declared deceased.
Gaz snatched up the envelope and quickly exited the apartment, pulling his phone out of his pocket as he went.
“Come on. Come one. Pick up, Captain.”
A click and Price’s voice filtered through the speaker. “What is it, Garrick?”
Gaz licked his lip as he breathed out a sigh of relief. “Found something, sir. Remember the envelope this morning?”
Price hummed in consideration. “What of it?”
“Storm had one as well.” Gaz rushed out as he climbed into the driver seat of his car.
“Well shit, ETA?” Price was calm, but Gaz could hear the slight edge of worry.
“About two hours.” Gaz turned the keys in the ignition.
“See you then, Garrick.” The line clicked dead as Gaz turned out of the apartment complex.
Gaz quietly handed the envelope off to Price and slipped into his seat at the table. Price cleared his throat as he took place at the head of the table.
“At 0900 I received an envelope." He taps the first red envelope. "This envelope contained the notice of KIA for Sergeant Storm. As we all know, Sergeant Storm was on extended leave from our last mission at the request of Laswell. This says they died on our last mission." He taps the second envelope. "I had Gaz go to Storm's place, and he found this. It has not been opened. Gaz, did you find anything else?”
“The apartment was clean. Looked like Storm was preparing to return here, sir.”
Price slipped the envelope off the table and flicked it open with a knife. A black card with stylized griffin with a sword stabbed through it on the front. Dots and dashes were written on the back of the card.
“-.-- --- ..- / .-- .... --- / .... --- .-.. -.. / .... --- -. . -.-- / .. -. / -.-- --- ..- .-. / ...- . .. -. ... --..-- / .-- . / -.- -. --- .-- / .-- .... .- - / -.-- --- ..- / .- .-. . .-.-.- / -.-- --- ..- / -.-. .- -. / -. --- / .-.. --- -. --. . .-. / .... .. -.. . / .- -. -.. / .-. ..- -. .-.-.- / .-- . / .-- .. .-.. .-.. / -.-. --- -- . / .- -. -.. / - .- -.- . / .-- .... .- - / .... .- ... / -.- . .--. - / -.-- --- ..- / .... . .-. . .-.-.- / .- -. -.. / .-- . / .-- .. .-.. .-.. / ... . .- .-.. / -. .. - / -... . -. . .- - .... / - .... . / . .- .-. - .... .-.-.-”
There are coordinates stamped below that.
“941,741,132”
Price hummed as he pulled a cigar out and lit it.
“Well gentlemen, looks like we have a missing sergeant to find.”
