NCIS: Lost and Found

Having discovered the location of Felix’s base after hacking into the NSA database, Tom made it his mission to go straight after his serial killer ex-friend in order to take him out of the equation once and for all.

That was a lot easier said than done however.

There was one sole entrance into the base, which was only accessible from one direction in an extremely narrow alley, and the alley offered no area for manoeuvring out of the way of any threats. No matter how small.  Tom pressed on nether the less.

Much to his amazement however, he made it to the old rotten door that led to a surprising clean and modern elevator that took him far down into the ground. The lift began moving without him telling it to though. This unnerved him greatly as he guessed that it almost definitely meant that Felix would be waiting for him at the bottom of the shaft.

Because of this belief he readied himself for a fight while the lift approached its final destination. However as the doors slowly pulled themselves open Tom realised that no one was waiting for him in the brightly lit, pure white corridor that stretched onwards before him.

He quickly became aware of the cameras spread across the ceiling, all of them pointing at the elevator, all of them bar one. The final camera was pointing at a side passage in a way that baffled Tom as he had already worked out that there were no other entrances into the base.

“He won’t actually do anything that could result in her dying.”

That was what his look a-like had said, he won’t hurt Emma. “Perhaps,” he pondered. “Perhaps that is to watch someone who is inside the base.”

He ventured towards the odd-camera-out and followed the corridor in which the machine pointed. This second corridor was much the same, the cameras all pointing towards Tom with the exception of one which pointed down a third mystery corridor, branching off to the right this time.

As he turned the corner he saw that there was now only one camera, and it was staring at the fifth door down on the left. “What’s behind door number five,” he groaned as he approached the door.

Anticipating attack, he readied his sword in his left hand while his right hand worked on guessing the code that Felix had locked the door with. “Favourite five, dirty dozen, prime pretzel. 5-1-2-3,” he guessed, keying the numbers, that he knew as Felix’s favourite during childhood, into the keypad causing the door to chime and then open slowly.

Inside he saw the last person he expected to see alive. The girl’s natural hair colour was some weird mismatch of white and black, the black hair inherited from her father and the white hair inherited from her ability to control the weather and air around her.

            “Emma?” he asked, squinting to ensure that he was seeing her right.

            “Dad?” the girl called from the back of the room, lifting her head from her legs. “He’s still here you know.”

            “I know,” Tom explained. “He is somewhere in this base, watching as I follow his rather weird orientation of cameras to you.”

            “You followed them even though you knew that he could be waiting at the end of them?” she asked, baffled at her father’s choice.

            “I was looking for him. I thought you were dead, the only thing I had to say you were probably alive was a version of me from another world,” Tom described.

Meanwhile in first corridor, Felix snuck towards the elevator, having already completed the task that he had been set by Geoff: planting bombs around the base in order to trap Tom far beneath the rubble of the underground complex. “Sorry Emma,” he whispered as he activated the cage of the elevator in order to take him to the surface. “I am so sorry.”

Tom heard the elevator begin to power up and realised that Felix was now long gone. “We have to go,” Tom warned as he rushed to the door in order to make himself aware of any potential threats. “One way out, and he just took it…”

            “Portal?” Emma suggested.

            “I tried, it was blocked. Some kind of device to prevent teleportation or any unwanted or uncontrolled access to the base I guess,” Tom explained quickly as he stared at the other four doors on his side of the corridor. “Surely he would want another exit to escape from.”

After saying that he exited the room and typed the code in on each door. Three of them worked. One led to an empty room, the other two to a dirt wall; the code had no effect on the final door.

            “There is no light,” Emma pointed. “Perhaps the door isn’t actually electronic?”

            “Perhaps, or he disabled it,” Tom countered.

            “Worth a shot,” Emma shrugged and grabbed the handle and tugging on the door causing it to swing open.

Behind the fourth and final door was a stairway that led upwards. Behind them they heard the beginnings of explosions as the base began to tear itself apart. “Go,” Tom ordered his daughter who quickly began moving as fast as she could up the stairs. Tom followed suit a few seconds later as the explosions got closer and closer and closer.