Kya closed all of the open programs on her computer and scrubbed clean her file history. She spent the rest of her day focussing on the drives. She kept her interactions with her coworkers to a minimum, and was painfully aware of the lack of vibrations from her phone. She made sure she had everything set up for tomorrow and left as soon as the minute ticked over for the end of her shift.
She called Amelia as soon as she was through the door of her department. It went straight to voicemail.
“Listen, Amelia, I have had pretty much one of the worst days of my life. I’m really freaking out here, and I need to know that you’re okay. If I don’t hear from you, I am going to the police. I mean, I already have to go there anyways. I wish I could talk to you about it.” Kya paused and reflected on what she had witnessed. “No joke, my friend. I swear, call me now or I’m going to tell the cops that you are missing.”
Kya ended the call and could feel her body shaking. Her mouth was dry and she couldn’t stand still as she waited for the bus. Inside her mind, she berated herself for never getting her license. The bus couldn’t come fast enough. She kept looking behind her for fear that she had been followed, that someone had caught onto what she was planning to do.
The bus arrived after what felt like days and Kya tried to act as normal as possible as she took her normal seat. She hugged her backpack and stared blankly out the window, her knees bouncing uncontrollably.
Kya checked her phone as she got off the bus near the police station and saw that there were still no new messages. With thoughts of Elliot’s potential murder, and Amelia’s disappearance, a wave of frustration washed over her as she walked up the stairs towards the door.
“I need to report a crime.” Kya announced with a shaky voice as she walked through the entrance to the police station. It was the same station she and Sam had been in nearly three weeks ago to report the break in at their apartment.
The officer at the desk, thankfully not the same one as before, looked up and raised his eyebrows. “Oh?”
“Yeah.” Kya swallowed and licked her dry lips, not sure of how to continue.
The officer stared at her for a moment and then, looking disinterested, he returned his attention to his computer screen.
“A murder.” Kya blurted loudly. “I work in computer operations at Star-”
“A murder?” The officer interrupted, with a still disinterested tone, his eyes still focussed on the screen. “Was a Super involved?”
“Yes!” Kya said, frustrated at the interruption. “I work at-”
“You saw the murder?” He glanced back at her.
“Yes. Well, no. Well, kind of. I-”
“Listen, I have a lot of work to do and I don’t have time for games.”
“If you would just let me speak!” Kya’s brazenness surprised her.
The man folded his hands, placed them on the counter between them and stared at her with a blank expression. “You do realize I could arrest you.”
“What?” Kya realized her approach was getting her nowhere and took a deep, calming breath. “Sorry.”
“Okay.” He sighed with slight smugness. “Now I’ll listen to you, but make it quick.”
“I work at Starlife Technologies. In-”
“Computer operations.” The officer smirked, his hands still folded on the counter. “Yes. Continue.”
“Do you want to take down some notes?”
Kya shrugged, she could feel her frustration rising again. “My boss is Don Georgetown.”
She waited, but the officer did not react to the name.
“Anyways, a friend of mine, Elliot Shepherd, went missing…” Kya proceeded to tell the officer about Elliot’s disappearance and about the videos.
“So, you didn’t actually see the alleged murder. And you have no evidence that it actually happened.”
“Nothing we can do then.” He said with a cold smile.
“Please, listen to me.” Kya could feel tears welling in her eyes and her throat tightening. “Bad things are happening.” She took a deep breath. “My best friend, Amelia Bronsen, she’s gone missing too.”
“So your boss killed her too?” He said with a raised eyebrow.
“Um, no.” Kya gritted her teeth, and tried to explain. “Amelia has nothing to do with what happened at work.”
“Okay then, were Supers involved?” The officer asked with a yawn, making no effort to hide his annoyance.
“I think she went to get Black Market-”
The man’s face turned hard as stone and stopped Kya from continuing. He forcefully pointed to the door behind Kya.
“Get out.” He growled.
“Pardon me?” Kya whispered.
“If you don’t leave, I’ll call the Psychs and have you locked up. Did you forget to take your meds?”
Kya couldn’t help but sob deeply and slowly as the realization that she was alone and half the people she cared about were missing crashed over her like a cold wave. “I’m not crazy, my friends are gone. I need help.”
“Okay, look… If your friend was stupid enough to go to the Black Market, she’s probably already dead. But if she’s not and we find her, I assure you, worse things will happen to her.” The officer said his voice quieter than before. “But, if you stop crying and transfer ten thousand dollars into my account, I’ll open an investigation into your friend. Eli was it?”
“Elliot Shepherd.” Kya fought to regain control of her voice and her emotions. “He worked at Starlife with me. I can get you the logs and files that show he didn’t leave and that his car was towed and that my boss -”
“Just transfer the money and I’ll start writing the report.”
“I don’t have that kind of money, but I really need your help. I don’t know what else to do.”
The officer pushed a button and the window blacked out. All the sounds from beyond the glass pane became muffled.
Kya couldn’t see anything through the window. She felt like slamming her fist into something, anything, but knew that it would only serve to get her locked up for harassing the police.
As she exited the police station, Kya looked up into the sky and released a visceral scream in hopes of quenching her anger. It barely helped. Her heart pounded in her chest and her throat felt like it had been sliced by razor blades.
She walked over to the bus station and noticed a small computerized sign blinking. A message scrolled across the screen, bus service suspended until further notice.
Kya kicked the base of the bus shelter as hard as she could. Her foot immediately sparked with pain, like electricity shooting up her leg, and a numbness caused her foot to feel as though her toes were missing. It felt like steam was coming from her ears as she clenched her jaw and began to slowly shuffle towards her apartment. With over an hour walk ahead of her, Kya hoped that the time would be both therapeutic and beneficial. However, as each step caused a refreshed pain, her anger only grew.
She crossed half a dozen blocks with no memory of how she got there. Looking up, she noticed that the street was lined with active displays. A voiceless news reporter mouthed her report while an emergency message was scrolling along the bottom. Kya continued walking and read the report being repeated on dozens of screens along the street as it cycled back to the beginning. A picture of a young, thin, brown haired man wearing what looked like a suit jacket, dress shirt and tie took up a quarter of the screen with the word fugitive above his head.
All bus transportation services have been suspended while police look for a fugitive. A Super by the name of Reggie Vanbeek. He is to be avoided at all costs, and is extremely dangerous. Those taking the trains today…
Kya knew the reporter would discuss how extra precautions were being taken on the trains, and that all Supers would get home without delay, as usual. Her eyes fell towards the sidewalk as she continued her painful march home.