Brock: Morning After
Chapter 1
Adrian Brock stood over the sink in his bathroom. He inspected a large cut under his left eye in the mirror. It was kept closed only by seven stitches. A quarter-inch higher and he would have been blinded, he thought.
The night before he was pursuing one of The Seven. Porter Levitt may have been a 34-year-old college professor, but he could run like no one else. Adrian had been on him all day. From the moment he left the campus, Levitt’s actions were suspicious.
Levitt stopped off at a convenience store three miles down the road. Adrian pulled into an adjacent parking lot and watched, waited. Adrian watched the door for 20 minutes. From his vantage point, he couldn’t see inside the store. Thirty minutes elapsed and finally Levitt exited with no more than a Snickers candy bar. In the previous 30 minutes, no one had entered or exited the store. No one. What could have taken Levitt so long? He was not just buying a candy bar.
As Levitt walked toward his car, Adrian started his engine, spurring a nearby dog to start barking. Spooked, Levitt turned around and noticed Adrian’s car through the trees. He put his key in the door, then suddenly turned and ran in the opposite direction of Adrian’s car.
Adrian started to jump out of his car. Then Levitt stopped for a moment, turned, brandished a gun from his coat and began firing in Adrian’s direction. Adrian jumped back in the car and ducked below the dashboard. The shooting stopped and he could hear footsteps running in the distance. He tried to turn the car on, but the engine had been hit by a stray bullet. Adrian took off on foot.
He had an idea which way Levitt went but he couldn’t be sure. Adrian ran into the woods nearby. He pulled the gun from his belt when started to get closer.
“Levitt!” he shouted.
Adrian fired two shots in Levitt’s direction. It was dark so it was difficult to aim precisely. He ran and ran, trying to catch up with Levitt. He could not do it. He began to slow down so he could catch his breath. He walked quickly through the woods tripping on a fallen tree branch every few yards. He realized he hadn’t seen Levitt in quite some time. He had lost his trail completely.
Suddenly, Adrian felt a blunt object hit the back of his head, then black.
Adrian finished applying a gauze bandage to his cheekbone over the stitches. His phone rang.
“Brock.” He listened. “I’ll be there in 15 minutes.”
Adrian tied his tie firmly around his neck and grabbed his identification badge off the dresser. It read, “Adrian Michael Brock, Department of Special Research, United States of America.”
He locked the house and walked down to his driveway as he remembered waking up the night before, after chasing Porter Levitt.
Adrian Brock stood over the sink in his bathroom. He inspected a large cut under his left eye in the mirror. It was kept closed only by seven stitches. A quarter-inch higher and he would have been blinded, he thought.
The night before he was pursuing one of The Seven. Porter Levitt may have been a 34-year-old college professor, but he could run like no one else. Adrian had been on him all day. From the moment he left the campus, Levitt’s actions were suspicious.
Levitt stopped off at a convenience store three miles down the road. Adrian pulled into an adjacent parking lot and watched, waited. Adrian watched the door for 20 minutes. From his vantage point, he couldn’t see inside the store. Thirty minutes elapsed and finally Levitt exited with no more than a Snickers candy bar. In the previous 30 minutes, no one had entered or exited the store. No one. What could have taken Levitt so long? He was not just buying a candy bar.
As Levitt walked toward his car, Adrian started his engine, spurring a nearby dog to start barking. Spooked, Levitt turned around and noticed Adrian’s car through the trees. He put his key in the door, then suddenly turned and ran in the opposite direction of Adrian’s car.
Adrian started to jump out of his car. Then Levitt stopped for a moment, turned, brandished a gun from his coat and began firing in Adrian’s direction. Adrian jumped back in the car and ducked below the dashboard. The shooting stopped and he could hear footsteps running in the distance. He tried to turn the car on, but the engine had been hit by a stray bullet. Adrian took off on foot.
He had an idea which way Levitt went but he couldn’t be sure. Adrian ran into the woods nearby. He pulled the gun from his belt when started to get closer.
“Levitt!” he shouted.
Adrian fired two shots in Levitt’s direction. It was dark so it was difficult to aim precisely. He ran and ran, trying to catch up with Levitt. He could not do it. He began to slow down so he could catch his breath. He walked quickly through the woods tripping on a fallen tree branch every few yards. He realized he hadn’t seen Levitt in quite some time. He had lost his trail completely.
Suddenly, Adrian felt a blunt object hit the back of his head, then black.
Adrian finished applying a gauze bandage to his cheekbone over the stitches. His phone rang.
“Brock.” He listened. “I’ll be there in 15 minutes.”
Adrian tied his tie firmly around his neck and grabbed his identification badge off the dresser. It read, “Adrian Michael Brock, Department of Special Research, United States of America.”
He locked the house and walked down to his driveway as he remembered waking up the night before, after chasing Porter Levitt.
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