ProfNigma Stories #10: Schneider’s Island #1
Date: 2/10/2016,
Categories:
Celebrities,
Author: FrankSinner
... staring at the four of them with a faint grin on her face. Unable to take it, Carly heads out into the main office, followed by Andre, then Sam, and finally, after trying his best to seem confident in the face of what could be pure evil, Freddie joined the others. "Mission number one now has to be contacting someone," Freddie said, looking around the station. "I searched and searched this place when I came here earlier, but there no radios to speak of at all." "There's gotta be some way to contact other people. We can't just be cut off like that," Andre said, sitting on top of a desk. "Cell phones are done for," Carly said, checking hers once more. "None of the landlines have worked so far either. Radio is probably our best option." "Yeah…" Sam said, looking at the obliterated radio at the station. "This one looks like exactly what we need." "What about those cops? By the marina," Andre said. "Nate and I searched the planes and boats for radios which was a bust, but someone has to come looking for those guys." "We can't exactly afford to wait for the cops to just notice something like this," Freddie said. "I mean, as far as they knew, there were only two deaths, and that's not exactly something huge for people to travel for." "We could go door to door," Carly said, hopeful. "An older town like this is sure to have a few radios in some of the houses." "That's not a bad ...
... idea…" Freddie said, looking toward the holding cell door. "We can watch the psycho bitch," Sam said, pointing to herself and Andre. "She'll be safe and sound with us." Freddie knew she was being sarcastic, but he trusted that Sam would follow what he said. "With her locked up, we should all be much safer. We're going to grab the others and we can all meet up here. Hopefully we won't be gone too long," he said as he held the door for Carly and the two of them headed out. "If she's locked up," Andre mumbled looking around the station, "then why don't I feel safe?" "That's because the unholy bitch is still breathing." "Sam, we did the right thing,' Andre said, walking toward her and sitting near her. "If we had killed her, we wouldn't get any of the answers we need." "And we're getting answers now? The fucking psycho just grins at us without a word…" her voice trailed off and she seemed like she suddenly had an idea. The blonde leapt off the desk for a moment, and began rummaging through the sheriff's desk for something, but seemed annoyed that she couldn't find it. Andre started to join her, but then her face lit up as she pulled a small black item from the desk, which looked like a cell phone. Andre tried to keep up as Sam burst into the holding cells and stood in front of the woman who was standing at the bars, so much that her nose could be seen poking through the bars even from the door. "Back away ...