She walked off to the side after the cab dropped her off. "Bye!" She waved back to him as he drove off. She waited for him to drive far away to the extent of not seeing the back of his vehicle. Later on, she walked behind the building and approached the real building she lived at.
Funny enough that was not the right place. She lived in a mini van, fine and accurate enough for her to live in. She opened the door, she noticed the foul stench of the rotten leftover food from the kitchen area. She opened the door still for a little ventilation. She walked towards the kitchen area.
She disposed of the rotten food and began her cleaning. She cleaned for almost an hour and when she thought she could rest her head a bit. Her phone rang up. She missed the call but she noticed a message came in before the call did. It was him. Manchester Reed.
She dialed the number again and this time she spoke first, "What?"
"What a way to start a conversation with your favorite officer. Are you safe? Home yet?" He asked.
"I am. You?"
"Same. Funny of you to run off to a secret hideout. What happened to your apartment? Why stay in a semi bunker, I think?"
She turned around to look through the window, he wasn't there.
"I'm not there darling. I'm right at the office. Don't you trust my capabilities?"
"I do and at the same time, I don't."
He smiled and just immediately she could tell he was smiling at her attempt to get through to him. "Why the smile? Why are you calling me?"
"I'm your personal officer, I'll track you, call you, send you the texts your single self can't and of course will never get, I'll scan your monthly files and I'll always keep your immunity active."
"I chose to be single. It's not a court trial or a curse. It's simply me trying to choose myself." She explained.
"Sarah Rivers Lanco. You can explain all you want but let me keep you up to date. You can't outsmart me as your officer, don't think of it. And trust me this is now a legal case. The court is fully aware of us."
"Us? You mean you and then me. There's no us."
"Alright then. Bye."
"Bye?" He hung up.
She spoke to herself, "Oh wow. I see what you are trying to do here. You spoke to cut me off so I'll call you back desperate and begging for a conversation? I don't follow psychology anyway."
She received a text saying, "I didn't do that. I just ended the call. Prepare for this evening, we are walking to the graveyard by 6pm on the spot. This is exactly noon. Good luck."
"I don't like graveyards." She complained.
"You don't have a choice!" She noticed a little speaker spoke up with his voice and that introduced her new life to her.
It's four hours later, she's asleep in the van and she's in a deep state of unconsciousness. She turned to the side and noticed it was still noon, she walked off to the side only to see a black car already parked by the tree adjacent to her van. She closed her window curtains only to find out that there were four other cars just like that one around the van. Two were close and two were far off.
She dialed his number, "Manches_"
"Relax. They are with us. With you. All four are available for your immunity, there's someone new on the field. The drugs were exposed and you'll need to be under strict surveillance."
Sarah stood by the window and dropped all the curtains. He said over the phone, "Don't bother dropping the curtains, the cameras and tiny listening devices will help me hear you and see you."
"Wait what! Did you see my body?! I showered today! Are you crazy? I hate this." She nagged.
"Stop it. I've seen worse."
"Excuse me? Worse?" She felt insulted.
"I've worked as a mortician and a graveyard attendant. I see worse everyday. So you are not the first." That was cold. She felt like he was too cold to start with.
"Manchester Reed. I'll need my privacy. At least I could request that."
"A little bit of privacy could lead to your death. Drop the act. You need a man around you and until you are strong enough, you can't stay there alone. Wait for me by 6pm. I'll be right over." He hung up.
She turned to look at the room, she tried to find every missing camera she could. Luckily enough she could find a few and she turned them away to the side. She noticed a few tiny dots. She walked through the van flipping clothes and dropping items. Her eyes noticed a paper, a company flyer from years back.
She turned her laptop on, she sat right in front of it trying to log into the company she saw on the paper. She successfully found the site, she scrolled through every aspect of the loaded page. She smiled when she saw a picture of her late parents.
She noticed the log in stated on the screen too. She clicked on it. She turned the paper to it's back, she waited for a while before she noticed she was logged in. She scrolled through until she noticed a few files and videos. She noticed the part with the ancestral square on it.
She clicked on it, she focused on the aspect of the videos first since they were easier to click. She watched the first video and it looked like a group of men carrying lots of items into a warehouse. The warehouse had an unusual color, a beige and black color rather than a red and black. She noticed the number 717 on it.
She said it out, "Seven hundred and seventeen? The exact number for the families." She noticed the other products had the same serial number. She walked off to the other table, she glanced through the files, they all had the same number.
She sent the message to Manchester. She continued working on the site. After she watched all the videos, she noticed a fluid on the floor after the men were done with their daily labor. She zoomed into the scene only to notice the fluid on the floor had a dark red color which happened to be blood.
She gasped.
She stayed still, the barrels and cans they carried in were either human parts or animal parts. Maybe drug fluids. She didn't suspect it to be anything but genuine. She stayed on her computer till 6pm forgetting the arrangement she had with Manchester.