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Two months later.
The team recovered from the horrors of the accident and even investigated several other cases. Now under the leadership of a new team member. Matt Praeger. A very efficient man, but at first there was coldness between him and Axon. Peter, that thought he’d become Connor’s successor, was placed by Elsinger in front of the facts. He tried to manage the situation as well as he could but Praeger didn’t make it easy for him, with his constant remarks. But at least he made Peter and Lindsay talk. Now there was peace between Peter and Matt and between them slowly developed a relationship, that even seemed to look like a friendship.
They have just finished the last case. Peter and Lindsay sat in the mobile lab and packed the files. They talked about the case, that turned out to be a coax.
Peter looked up as Lindsay said nothing to his last remark. She sat at the table, lost in thoughts, her eyes staring in the distance.
"Lindsay?" Peter stood up and approached her. He put his hand on her shoulder. "Everything all right?"
"Hmmm?...Oh yes, everything is all right, Peter. It’s only that... I think right now about..."
"Connor?"
She nodded and sighed. "Peter, I miss him so much!"
He sat down next to her: "We all miss him, Lindsay, but we must try to manage it."
"I know, the life goes on, doesn’t it?"
He nodded. Lindsay smiled: "It would be easier to bid farewell if there were a place where I could feel him close. But he doesn’t have even a grave!"
"He’s here, Lindsay," Peter replied and a made a movement, enclosing the room, "this here was his life."
Next day they were back in the town, ready to handle another case. Till then, though, they had some time to have a rest.
"I’m already looking forward to sleeping 12 hours at a time," Peter said and sighed as Lindsay took him home. She laughed: "Yes, and I need a hot shower." He opened the door and got out.
"Well, sleep well, Peter," she shouted after him.
He waved at her, smiling and opened the door of the apartment. He collected the post from the floor, jammed in the last days. There was a little package under it. Peter looked for an address on it but didn’t find it. He put it to the rest of the mail. The letters can wait. Peter went to the bath and freshened a bit. Then he fell on the bed and was asleep within few minutes.
Lindsay was leaving bathroom, still filled with hot steam. She was wearing her white coat and ruffled her hair with a towel, to dry it. Suddenly her telephone rang. She wavered a bit but then finally made up her mind and picked up the receiver.
"Hallo?"
"Look into your mail box," a throaty voice whispered, before the connection was broken on the other side of the wire. Lindsay looked at the receiver in her hand, a bit surprised, then put it back to its cradle. What did that mean? Look in our mail box. She felt a bit nauseous, nevertheless she decided to follow the orders. But first she dressed. Who knows, what or who was waiting for her...
She cautiously opened the door and went out of the house. She attentively watched the surroundings but could detect nothing suspicious. Then she approached the mail box, stuck in the little key and turned it round. Lindsay looked around once more but no one seemed to watch her. Very cautiously she opened a bit the mail box and peeped in, but she could no cabels or something else, that could lead to a bomb or something like this.
She drew her breath and opened it, still expecting something to jump at her but all, she got were letters and a little package.
She breathed out, relieved, collected the mail and went back home. She looked at the letter and the addresses there, but each one had a sender. The only one without a sender was the little package. She cautiously opened it and knitted her brow as she took out a tape. On the sticker it was written with black letters: Part 2. That was all. No letter, no note, nothing. Only this tape. Lindsay decided to watch the tape and put it into the recorder. The screen shimmered, then it became black. Slowly, line by line appeared the text:
"(Part 2 of a two parted message, Part 1 owned by Peter Axon)
That’s why I allow you, to investigate this case. But believe me, you must hurry on, before it’s too late. And be thorough, the things are not always what they seem to be. At the end you’ll see the basis of the secret group, that must be uncovered and stopped as soon as possible." A picture of a storing house was shown then again text: "I beg you to help me and I apologize for the vague message but I couldn’t give your more information, because then my anonymity might be threatened. A friend."
The telephone rang. He moaned, murmured something barely audible. Then he put his head under the pillow but the ringing didn’t cease. He sighed and gave up hope to sleep on and searched for the telephone.
"Hallo?" he murmured in a sleepy voice. He sat up.
"Peter?"
„Hhm?"
„Peter, it’s me, Lindsay."
Now he was almost wide awake. Something in her voice told him, that it had to be something important. "What’s wrong?" he asked. "Has anything happened?"
"I can’t say it for sure, Peter."
He frowned.
"Have you already checked your mail?" Lindsay continued.
"Yes and no," he replied," I just piled it before I went to be."
"Was there a package?" she asked anticipating. "Without a sender? Only with your address?"
Now he was curious. "Yes," he confirmed.
"Could you please look up what’s in there?"
"Yes, a moment please," he put the receiver aside, hurried out of the room and came back with the package. He took again the receiver. "Well, now I’ve got it here." He opened it and took out the tape. "A tape," he said, surprised and watched it, looking for some sticker. "Part 1?" he read in a questioning voice.
"I’ve got Part 2," Lindsay explained, "and can’t understand a lot."
"Well, then I propose we’d watch it together," Peter said.
"Right, I’ll be over at yours in quarter an hour."
"Till then," Peter put the receiver into its cradle.
"Well, here we go," Peter said, put the first tape into the recorder and pressed "play". Again there was black background and the white text appearing.
"(Part 1 of a two parted message, Part 2 owned by Lindsay Donner)"
I beg you for help. You’ll ask who I am but it’s not important. You don’t know me. I don’t talk to you because of anonymity and security, but I chose this way of communication. I hope you understand.
What you read now, should be treated confidentially within your team to avoid questions and to have at least some security.
It all has to do with a storing place (See Part 2)that look as if not used from the outside. But within there are secrets and truths, that must be uncovered. The project must be stopped.
The End of Part 1.
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