I actually forgot about that RAFaward.
New chapter.
CHAPTER SIX:
They Get Lost
It was decided to sent the average mission contingent to investigate. It consisted of Cloak, Dpsb, GH, Hunter, Saffa, and Helen. All they had to do now was find an opening, and entranceway into the tunnels.
Cloak passed something that he did not notice before. It was a missing child poster, and he felt a sense of sadness. It was a boy called Lee Johns, who was missing from his bed about a week or two ago. The boy's picture showed a child with a big build, sandy hair, an impish glint in his eye, and a broad smile. He was really a cute kid, and it was a shame that he was missing and lost.
He remembered when his believed that his mother turned Faith and Shadow against him, thought they hated him. He remembered how his heart felt like it had shattered, how he . . .
No. No, this was not the time for dwelling on that. He must move on. He closed his eyes and used his Earthsight. He was looking for an entrance, and he remarked to himself this was like finding an entryway to the Yeerk Pool. Yeerks seemed to have a proclivity for keeping their Pools in darkened caves and whatnot, unless in times of emergency. At least that's what the RAFian Yeerks seemed to prefer, even the opening of it being a secret known only amongst them. But Cloak knew it was in some proximity to the Archives, only a bit deeper down.
But that was a bit of a disjointed non sequitur. Time to focus on the task at hand.
They were passed by a nondescript man in a pretty standard delivery man getup. Everything about him was so forgettable, it was almost as if it was intentional. Cloak felt something that he didn't like about the guy, but he didn't know why he felt this sudden hostile reaction to a guy he just met. He did not know why this guy just rubbed him the wrong way.
Then he was gone and Cloak was glad.
"This is just an ordinary alleyway," Dpsb said.
"Dylan, Dylan, Dylan," GH said, in his usual jovial manner, "you've been a RAFian long enough to know by now, everything is not what it seems."
"There," Cloak said, pointing to a bricked wall. "That's a false wall. It covers up the entryway to the tun-- no, wait, they're more like chutes than true tunnels."
"How's that any different?" Saffa asked.
"You're about to find out," Cloak said, pushing open the false wall. It opened inward, and the wall was actually heavier than Cloak had anticipated. It would need to be held open.
"Why do I hafta go first?"
"You know what they say, Saffs," GH said, "ladies first."
BONK!!
"Hey! You didn't have to hit me, Saffa!"
"It was an accident. I'm sorry," Saffa said, unconvincingly, as she slid down the chute into whatever this depository was.
"No, you aren't," GH accused, as he slid down after her.
Hunter was next, with Helen following after. Then Dpsb went after. Cloak was last to follow, sliding down the chute not unlike Disney's interpretation of Tarzan.
"Aaah!" an elderly, miserly man yelled in shock. Then he composed himself, and said, "Don't do that again, you lot. You almost gave me a coronary."
"What the --?" Dspb spluttered.
"There are no words," GH said.
"Welcome," the old guy said, wearing a sun visor, "to the Bureau . . . of Lost."
