White noise sounds against my ear loudly. Swiftly pulling the phone away, I look down at the screen confused. I hadn't heard anything but the sound...
Ending the call, I stalk with purpose towards the back room, "Angela, I think-" I stop abruptly speaking when everyone turns to me. "Angie," I say her name, leaving it hanging in the air until she jumps up, grabbing the closed laptop besides her before walking towards me.
I briefly make eye contact with Kalenah, her eyes shifting down to the Stat phone, before she too stands. "Angela and I will be right back," she says almost pushing Angela out of the way.
The easy calm Kalenah had in front of Andy and Naomi are swiftly replaced with fright. "What's wrong? Did they call? Is it the kids? My mom and dad?"
I nod, "they're fine," I mumble unsure, and like a domino effect, mom hands over Genesis to Naomi, following me out towards my father at the front of the bus. I just make it back to the seat when the phone rings once again, and as last time, when I remain silent; I hear the same static behind it.
Ending the call, I turn to Angela, "It sounds like someone wanting to send a fax," I explain, and all three ladies frown, but Angela races out of the area, heading up the spiral stairs.
"You think someone is trying to send us a fax?" Lenah asks.
"Not someone, maybe Samson and the others, it says unknown number-" I stop when Angela returns with a few wires in her hands, and a small miniature printer. Setting everything on the table, she practically snatches the phone from my hand, before removing the back of the phone and placing it on another machine, I had purchased at her request.
Scurrying around, she finds the outlet and plugs everything in, before she sits, only to jump up again and dash out of the room, returning with bulk white paper.
Fitting it into the feeder on the printer, she turns it on, sitting behind her computer. "What are you doing?" I leave my previous spot to stand over her shoulder, Kalenah seated to the left of her.
"I can make this number run as a fax, so instead of you picking it up, it's going to accept the call, and I'm sending the fax to this printer," she taps the top of it and sure enough, in a few minutes the phone rings again. This time, I do not answer and let Angela do her thing.
"Hey, Angie can you trace-"
She doesn't shift her eyes away from the screen to respond. "I'm one step a head of you, if this is Samson, I'll be able to-"
Growling, as the printer comes to life, a low hum starting for a few beats, Angela pounds a fist on the table, shaking it thoroughly. "I can't get anything, it's being sent but the signal cannot be traced and the number and address I'm getting, is bouncing off too many locations."
"And faster than I can even trace it so it just comes up as zeroes."
"Is – then it's not Samson-" I stop the minute I see what is clearly his print at the top of the paper, the date and the beginnings of a letter.
Waiting, the minute it is released, I pick it up, my eyes scanning the brief note.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
