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Peter changed the tapes. "What do you think about it?" he asked, after they had watched together the tapes.
"I don’t know," replied Lindsay, a bit uncertain. "We didn’t learn much about this "project", she said then.
"But why then the tapes, what for the whole conspiration?"
Lindsay shrugged: "A trap?"
"But why?" Peter considered shortly, then shook his head. "Our last case was a coax and the other ones were also not that great, so that we mixed someone’s plans or bothered someone." Lindsay nodded.
"Well," Peter said then, "we have nothing else to do but think how to handle the case."
"Only to inform Anton first... and Matt," Lindsay stiffened his wish to act, for once started, Peter was not to stop. So looked a face he pulled.
Lindsay grinned and shook her head. Then she stood up.
"Come on, Peter, let’s talk to the others."
He sighed but stood up as well. She was right. If it was a trap or something dangerous, there were two more people around.
"And you want now to investigate?" Praeger asked, turning to Peter and Lindsay, after watching the two tapes.
"Yes," Peter answered immediately and was ready for an usual fight. But he saw Lindsay’s warning glance and stopped. She continued instead of him.
"Matt," she started with a calm voice, "if there’s really something on in this storing place, we should check it. Whoever sent us this tapes, he begged an urgent help to stop this "project", that he mentioned. As soon as possible."
She looked at Matt, but she didn’t seem to like his expression because she continued: "We don’t have another case now, Matt, so that this case wouldn’t threaten our official work."
Praeger frowned, then looked around: "And you also want to investigate it?"
He asked, addressing Anton.
As he nodded, Praeger sighed and stood up from his chair. "Oh well, let’s try to investigate it. Does anyone know something about the storing house?"
"There are some abandoned storing houses in the industrial region, perhaps it’s one of them," Peter said, again filled with fire.
"Well, then let’s go there and look for ourselves," Praeger proposed, while he was already on his way to the car.
Peter quickly typed out the picture of the storing house and then hurried after the others. "This must be it," Lindsay compared once more the picture of the house with the house standing in front of them. Yes, it was doubtless the same house. The team stood a bit aside and watched at first the surroundings and the house but they could detect nothing suspicious. Still they took the mobile lab to the place to have at hand some of the equipment.
„Okay," Praeger turned to his team and noisily breathed, "let’s tackle it!"
The others nodded. Praeger cautiously opened the door of the hall, to which led the anonymous call. He peeped in. "Nothing in here," he whispered and slid in. Lindsay, Peter and Anton followed.
It was dark and quite in the all, nothing moved. Praeger gave a signal to part and the team divided into several. Daylight, falling through the dusty windows gave the hall an eerie feeling. Praeger was glad, that they had taken their flashlights. "Are you sure we’re right here?" he asked per intercom, as he in vain looked for something suspicious.
"It must be the right address," replied Lindsay, "there’s no other storing house in this region, looking like the picture here." "But it doesn’t look as if someone’s been here shortly...," retorted Peter. The light of his flashlight slid over the dusty chairs, tables and apparatus that seemed unused for ages and now were the victims of time’s wheel, that kept on turning and leaving its traces.
"Perhaps we were just coaxed and someone’s laughing dead somewhere out there," speculated Praeger annoyed.
"There are foot traces here on the ground," Anton said suddenly, "and the tables are free from dust."
"Oh, here as well," confirmed Praeger, that was now standing in front of a door where the traces led. "Looks like they got everything out of here through the door. Perhaps they knew we’d come."
The team gathered again and investigated the part of the hall someone obviously shortly used for something.
"They were really good," Praeger noticed, "only some dust on the chairs and on the floor and we wouldn’t have noticed anything."
"Perhaps we would," Peter said suddenly and picked up a piece of a glass tube that was under one of the tables.
"A retort?" Lindsay asked. Peter nodded and handed it over to Anton. "I’ll take it back to the lab immediately and look what I can find," said the latter, "Perhaps they know more."
"All right," Praeger nodded, "we’ll continue searching. Perhaps there is something true in the message. But looks like we’re too late anyway."
Lindsay nodded, approving: "Yes, who knows how long the tapes have lain in our mail boxes?"
"Oh, my God," Peter suddenly whispered over intercom. Lindsay and Praeger looked around, searching for him but they couldn’t find him. They couldn’t even find him with the help of his flashlight that was lying abandoned on one of the table, where he put it shortly to pick up the glass.
"Peter, where are you?" Lindsay asked.
No answer. The only proof of life from Peter was his quick breathing over intercom.
"He’s alive," he suddenly whispered over intercom in a shaking voice.
Was he crying? Praeger looked over at Lindsay, unable to understand. He thoughtfully watched her. Then he raised his brows and cocked his head. Lindsay didn’t react. Now she saw through him, lost in her thoughts in another place, another time. "He’s alive," the voices in her head whispered, "he’s alive." Could it be possible? Suddenly her eyes widened. Was it possible? Could it be true? Did she really know what Peter was talking about? Or did she try to cease a chance, that wasn’t even there?
"Lindsay, he is alive," again whispered Peter. Who else could he mean, she asked herself. It just had to be this way!
"Where are you, Peter?" Lindsay could also only whisper now.
"Who does he mean?" Praeger asked.
"I..." began Lindsay. She didn’t actually know where to begin but she was interrupted by Anton, that came back from the lab.
"I’ve found something," he reported, excited, "you won’t believe it but I have found some parasites in the retort." He didn’t wait for an answer. "This was the same art of eggs as back in Russia..."
"Parasites? Russia?" now Praeger lost any hope to understand what was happening.
Before Anton could finish his report, he was interrupted by Peter’s cries.
Lindsay ran over to him, without thinking. Praeger and Anton slowly followed.
"What’s wrong?" Anton asked. Praeger shrugged. „I don’t have the slightest hint. Peter has obviously found someone and from then on they’re both as if..."
He stopped as he saw that Anton stopped and watched him with widened eyes. "Now don’t say you know who it is!"
"I’m not quite sure," Anton replied and then hurried on. Praeger looked up to the ceiling, he sighed. Then he also went to see, what was happening.
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