Continuing from Chapter 2
"Actually" you begin, "I'll search the whole boat. I'll begin in here."
"Laggen, are you sure that's a good idea? You seem to be not having a good day. Here, take the specialist of the bunch, Kalie."
You scrunch your eyes, and stare at her awkwardly. How dare she imply that you're not a specialist. "Well, I'll begin." you sharply whisper. You accompany Agent Kalie, how laughs as you arrives, quietly. "Someone's not on Chief's good list today" she smirks as he grins.
"Shut it. I'm the male, I'm the boss. This way."
"That's sexist!"
"Oh what a specialist you are." you grin, as you open a hard, cranky chest in the corner of the room.
"Ha ha." she laughs, sarcastically. "Get searching. Check the chest, I'll be over here if you need me."
"..which I won't." you reply smoothly.
"I like your attitude."
"I like that you technically just admitted defeat." you call as she walks off. You hear her murmuring "You wish." in a joking tone.
After a few rubs around the back and front, you're able to access the trunk. You pull open the lid, and stick your head inside. Spiders and centipedes scatter out, yet you pay no attention. The trunk seems dull, misty and empty, although there is a book in there, as you notice. You pull it out with a fight, but eventually it's on your cross lapped, as you open it. Page after page, nothing. Your minds focused on giving up, then- a note flys out, every so carefully, in an angels walk. You catch it mid-air, then smile at yourself. You squint your eyes to read the note.
"So here you are, reading this note,
Death has come, or so you think,
You search deep, you search close,
For the maskman is near, so don't you -"
You drop the note as the entire boat shakes. The walls bang - the floor jumps up. The windows shatter, the rest of the crew fall. You struggle your way to the door, in which you struggle to climb the stairs, yet you finally make it. You look up above, and find him, standing there. The maskedman.
A: Call Agent Kalie for help.
B: Question him.
C: Put up a fight.