Hawk Watch
Clark was reading through a finance report when he started to hear the William Tell Overture. He opened his desk drawers and picked up a slick, new Motorola mobile. He had brought it as a special hotline between him and James. However, he was not pleased by this call.
"What?" He snapped and he answered.
"I think the boy is up to something." James replied, sounding excited.
"For god's sake you idiot, we've known for a while now that him and his retarded associates are up to something. If that's all you have to say, I have a headache and would like to get this report done and go home." Clark growled and went to turn off.
"But they're planning something!"
"I ALREADY KNOW THAT!" Clark shouted.
"B-b-but wait, I've found something." James stuttered, and Clark unwillingly listened. "I found his phone and checked his messages a few minutes ago, and the kid with the glasses sent him something about meeting near the school tomorrow night, and something about wheter he was '100% sure about what they would be doing.'" James finished and waited. Clark pondered over these facts.
"I see."
"Is that all?"
"Don't get your fat in a knot." Clark hissed. "This is rather concrete evidence that something is happening. But don't worry. The school will be too protected tomorrow night that they would have been killed three times before they even get past the gates." And with that, Clark hung up. Weary, he through the report into the bin and went to walk out of the office. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his chest. Clark clutched his heart and dropped to the ground. A pain shot through most of his body and he could barely breathe. It was gone as soon as it came, but the aftershock was horrible. As the pain slowly crept away, Clark managed to force himself to stand and he limped away.
The next morning, Edward arrived at the clas$oom and found it practically empty, except for the teacher. Cecilia looked up and smiled, thinking about soon be done with this assignment and will move onto better work.
"Hello Edward." She grinned as she took a sip of coffee.
"Hello Miss Sanders." Edward replied, barely noticing her. Cecilia kept grinning, thinking about the stupid little boy in front of her. Edward looked up as he sat down and could see her smiling at him.
"Is there something you want, Miss?" Edward asked with an air of suspicion.
"Oh, no, no, dear child, don't you worry." Cecilia chuckled and she looked away and pretended to read from a magazine lying open at her desk. Edward rolled his eyes and pulled out his phone. As he did, the bell rang and half the clas$ poured into the room. Murdoch and Amber sat down and Murdoch instantly brought his laptop out.
"Put it away Mr Evans." Cecilia snapped.
"Whatever you deranged cow." Murdoch muttered as he opened up a file. Cecilia turned around and started to write some instructions up on the board. Derek quietly opened the door as she did and slipped in, unaware to the teacher.
"Stupid teachers." He scoffed as he sat down, and Amber chuckled. Edward, however, was staring around the clas$room. Most of the students seemed calm and were acting normally, with most of the girls gossiping, most of the boys flirting with them, and the others talking amongst themselves or reading. No one seemed to be worrying over the murders as much anymore. Some people have used this as an opportunity to rise up the social ladder and lead the inner circle. Edward was disgusted by this, as it proved that what they were doing was right and that they should be eliminated. He then looked at "Miss Sanders." She hadn't done much to try and cheer the clas$ up, and didn't even say anything when they came back from the hospital. She seemed slightly different from the other teachers, as she didn't really seem to care that much about her job or the students, and was usually seen texting or emailing friends during clas$. Also, she seemed to be much richer than any of the other teachers, as she had the latest Dell laptop and her car was a 2008 Chrysler 3C.
"Don't you guys find it strange how she's richer than the other teachers?" Edward mumbled.
"Who, Sanders? She can't be that rich, she's only a reliever." Derek scoffed.
"I'll see if I can find anything out about here. I've know a link to a special search engine." He explained and started typing rapidly. A minute later, he turned his laptop around.
"What are we meant to looking at? The page is blank." Amber grumbled.
"That's because there is no record of her existence!" Murdoch whispered, and then turned around as Cecilia sat down and glared at the clas$, her way of saying "Get working." The four exchanged looks.
"I'll think of something." Murdoch started. "But it is obvious that we have to bring her down as well."
The 3.20 bell rang and within minutes students were pouring out of clas$. Amber was tearing down the corridors, hurrying towards the bus stop all the way on the other side of the school. There was a new driver and he left rather early as not many people caught it. She had been kept in at Science and was now racing to get it. As she speed out the gate, knocking two of her clas$mates over as she did, the bus drove up the road, turned a corner and was gone.
"Bastard!" Amber hissed. A passing mother gasped and hurried off, which made Amber laugh as she head off to the school office. The school secretary was a lazy, college drop-out named Jules, who was about as productive as a cinderblock. She glared up from her computer screen, eyes drooping and a nail file in her hands.
"Can I use the phone?" Amber asked with a fake smile.
"Whatever." Jules sighed and she went back to staring at leather boots. Amber quickly called her mum and then sat down to wait. As she sat down, there was a loud thud from behind her, coming from Clark's office. Intrigued, Amber crept over to another seat by the door. Everyone knew that one day during the summer holidays, the school was broken into and the people smashed holes in the wall. As the local contractor charged too much, Clark accepted a donation of twenty horrible paintings in order to cover the holes up. One was right by his doorway and it went straight through into his office. Checking that Jules was still staring at the designer boots, Amber took the picture off the wall and put it on the wall. Then, she pushed the one on the other side of the hole across and watched. Clark and Detective Roberts were facing each other from across Clark's desk.
"All I am asking for is that you show some more co-operation in the case!" Roberts was yelling.
"I have given you and your rubbish police force all the co-operation that I can handle! But I don't believe that you will solve this case!" Clark spat back. The detective glared at him.
"I can arrest you for refusing to co-operate with police." He said gravely. Clark swore loudly and stomped off towards his drinks cabinet and started to pour himself a wine.
"What are you up to?" Arthur asked.
"You people are clueless. I know who the killers are and I've tried to push them towards you but you disagree with everything I say, yet you think I am not co-operating with you." Clark hissed.
"I am a senior police officer!" Detective Roberts yelled. "SHOW ME RESPECT!" Clark swung around with the bottle in his hand and whacked the police officer across the head. Amber heard the crack as the officer fell to the ground, blood mixing with the clear wine.
"I don't respect pathetic men like you." Clark growled and sat back at his desk and sipped his wine as if nothing had happened, staring at his computer as if his life was boring. Amber grabbed her bag and ran out of the office door. She needed to call Edward and tell him about what just happened, and that they had to abort. Amber was usually tough, but they could never handle Clark. She started to run out of the school grounds and headed down side streets, towards Edward's house. But as she turned a corner, a fist came out of nowhere and Amber couldn't react into. It hit underneath her eye and she smashed into a brick wall, then slumped to the ground, unconscious. James and Erin Mitchells stared at her body.
"I always thought she was a beautiful girl." Erin sighed.
"Oh shut up you dozy cow and grabbed her legs!" James snapped. Erin glared at him as she picked Amber's body up and put it in the boot of their Holden Commodore.
"Get in the car quick sharp woman!" James growled and shoved his wife into the passenger seat. As they drove off, Erin cradled the gun she had been given underneath her jumper. She was meant to use it on Amber, Derek and Murdoch, but at the moment, she'd preferred the bullets to go through her husband, and smiled at the thought.
"What now?" James hissed at her.
"Nothing dear." Erin replied dreamily and stared out the window at the passing scenery as she laughed inside her head.
