Fiction: Group 3
store nearby. The shopkeeper seemed bored, and sleepy. He didn't even look up when we entered, so I
guess he probably wouldn't eavesdrop on us.
"We need to do something, before it does hurt us. According to previous events, they are trying to scare us,
every night more and more worse than the previous night, and if we don't act fast, we're -" The woman
imitated her neck being cut open. "We were lucky today, I think the person doing this was probably
surprised."
"Why don't you call the police and let them deal with it?" I asked. The police seemed like a much better
idea.
"That's because it's going to go on the media, and companies won't hire us to manufacture anymore, seeing
that there are possibilities that their products will be damaged, and that won't work well." The woman
replied.
"First step of finding out the criminal - be the criminal." Sam suggested.
Before he could say anything else, a man walked in, and I realized he was the CEO of the old factory I
worked in, because on his shirt, was the familiar logo that I resented so much. Apparently, he didn't seem to
recongize me. His name was Bob.
"What are you folks doing here so late at night?" He asked, with a grin so friendly it seemed suspicious.
"None of your business," I replied quickly. I didn't trust this man. If he could make your life like a
nightmare, he was probably the devil himself.
Sam smacked my arm. "Don't be rude, Dan." I muttered a quick apology, and Bob only laughed.
"No worries. I just came in here to get some food, then go back to work." He said. My expression remained
brittle until he left.
"Why is he doing stuff so late at night?" I questioned the others. Did anyone even realize that?
"It's not really that unusual for other workers to work overnight." The woman replied me. "Why were you
so rude at him anyway?"
"Nothing, I simply didn't want anyone else to interrupt us." I decided not to tell them about my old job.
My head wouldn't stop thinking about Bob though. Factories hating other factories weren't uncommon;
because they all were very competitive and wanted earn more money, of course. But destroying and
painting graffti on the wall seem more cowardly than being competitive.
"Okay, Sam, you can continue your idea." The woman said. We continued discussing about Sam's plan,
even thiugh it wasn't so ideal but it was the only chance we have. After a long time, light began seeping
through the windows. We agreed that the plan should happen tonight, and we were off to do our own
things. And there went my first day of work.
I was so exhausted from what had happened today, and once I reached home, I slept without bothering to
change my clothes.
It was the afternoon when I arrived, the glass was swept up but the graffti was still there. Sam already went
up to the air ducts and observed - there were some dents, so it was obvious that someone had been up
there. The attacker must have thrown rocks through the air ducts, probably with another person turning off
the power for the lights. We loosened the grill bit of the air ducts, so when the attacker started throwing
rocks, the grill would fall off and we would be able to see who it was.
