The Key 》 The Knocks

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"Tell me where your brother is!" Henderson yelled at the scared boy handcuffed to the steel chair. My face scrunched slightly as I watched how helpless he looked.

"I-I don't know." He stuttered looking straight into the eyes of the frightening man infront of him. The boy looked so scared, he almost had tears rimming his eyes while I watched through the one way glass with my arms crossed.

"Just tell us where he is!" Henderson bellowed slapping the boy across the face, I flinched slightly at his sudden actions. I looked down at the open file infront of me, Finn Wolfhard, age sixteen, Canadian.

Henderson was sure that Finn was hiding something but I knew that Finn didn't even know what his brother had done. I looked up to see him still trying to pull at his restraints as his wrists were red raw, matching his cheek.

"Henderson!" I called over the microphone system hooked up in the room. The devilish man looked towards the one way glass and then he quickly left the room and left Finn alone in the small room.

"Cooper! How dare you interupt-"

"He doesn't know anything." I spoke up.

"Last time I checked you took orders from me, not the other way around Cooper." He spoke sternly as he stood infront of me towering over, showing his dominance.

"What? Are you going to hit me too?" I said emotionlessly. His face softened slightly before he handed me a key and quickly stomped out of the room. I looked through the glass, Finn was staring up at the roof in an attempt to conceal his tears.

I limped towards the door as Myles quickly ran over with his gun out while I opened the door. Finn's head snapped towards the both of us while Myles pointed a gun straight at Finn and I limped over to him. My thigh was bandaged but still sore.

"Please, just leave me alone." He pleaded unaware that I was going to help him from his restraints. He remembered us from the night he was taken and he acted as if we were some deadly disease. I ignored his pleades and looked down at his red and bloodied wrists before a the key quickly freed him. He rubs his wrists in pain before Myles ordered him to stand to his feet and they both left without another word.

I watched Myles hold both his hands behind his back and guide him into an elevator.

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"You let him get away!?" The director yelled at our team.

"We have his brother sir." A random guard spoke up. The directors face quickly snapped towards me, locking eyes.

"Is this true?" He asked slowly as if he had soon calmed himself. "Yes Sir, he doesn't know anything." I replied clearly.

"How do we now that?" The man said narrowing his eyes as he looked over my entire team sitting at a table in the directors office. Just like everywhere else, the walls where brick and the floors where concrete.

"When we raided the house he freaked out at the sight of a gun and started crying in interrogation." I explained emotionlessly. "You kids are so naive, we will get it out of him."

"You are dismissed." He quickly said looking down at documents on his desk. "But Sir-" Myles begun to speak.

"You are dismissed!" He hollered, silencing the entire room. Smith and Ryder quickly stood up from their seats and walked towards the doors. I stood to my feet with my brother but Hughs remained seated, I placed my hand on his shoulder.

"Get your ass up." I whispered harshly to Nate as he followed my instructions and our team exited the door and it shut behind us.

"He could just be a really good liar." Smith suggested. "No he's not. If Harley says he's innocent, he's innocent. She can read people better than anyone I know." Myles cut in rudely.

"Go back to the room." I orderded as two elevators opened. "Where are you going?" Myles questioned before Ryder and Hughs walked into the elevator.

"To get answers." I replied sternily before going into an empty elevator and pressing the ground level. I watched the doors close and my brother's familiar face disappear. Soon I reached the ground level and I confidently strolled towards the front office.

"Here to see someone Cooper?" A young woman by the name of Voilet Anderson.

"Wolfhard, Finn." I spoke with a bored face. She quickly typed away at her computer and handed me a keycard.

"34." Anderson simply replied as I took the keycard from her hand an gave her a slight nod of acknowledgement which she returned.

I used my main keycard to get through the first door. A long hallway of one way glass rooms was before me as I walked past the cells. Most were filled with big, tattooed men, some with women doing push ups on the ground. A few people even stared at the glass even through they weren't able to see anything, some where just screaming even though you couldn't hear them through the sound proof barriers.

I showed no signs of fear because I had been down here many times before. I limped past the glass reading the numbers ingraved in the glass, 21, 22, 23, 24 I counted in my head as limped past. I soon got into the thirties, looking at all the prisoners being bulit up and tough people until I was standing out the front of a cell with a boy sitting on his bed with his legs pressed against his chest and arms wrapped tightly around him. He stared at the concrete floor looking like he just wanted to disappear.

Now I was able to have a good look at him. His hair was a black, curly mess as he pushed it back trying to get it out of his face. His eyes where dark, matching his curly mop on his head. He had thin glasses resting over the bridge of his nose as he pushed them up ever so often. His cheekbones where quite insane, almost as if he had gotten a chisel and craved them out himself. I noticed how thin he was, reminded me of a stick. His skin was pale and dressed lightly with freckles as he stared down at the ground. He still wore the same black and white stripped shirt with black jeans he wore on the night we took him.

I swapped the keycard Anderson had given me across the access pad as it glowed green. Finn's head snapped to my direction as I pushed open the door. He watched me warily as I walked closer and closer to him, he seemed intimidated by a teenage girl his age which was funny to me because I had done nothing but shove a gun in his face.

"What do you know about Nick Wolfhard?" I sternly spoke, not telling my harsh facade drop.

"I don't know what I know anymore." He mummbled into his knees. I stepped closer, my knees hitting the side of his slab of concrete with a piece of foam they call a bed.

"Who is Nick Wolfhard to you?" I asked as I placed my hands on the sheets of his bed, leaning closer and narrowing my eyes and getting closer to the boy who was already terrified. He pushed his back further aganist the wall trying to get as far away from me as possible.

"My brother." He answered pulling his legs closer to his body.

"Anything else?" I harshly questioned staring straight into his dark eyes. He shook his head slightly telling me no. I was just inches away from his face as my eyes still held the only emotion it's had for a long time, anger. All I could sense radiating of this boy was fear, not trace of lies he was just scared.

I stepped back, from the intense stare getting out of his space and now standing in the middle of the confined room just glaring at the boy.

"What is happening? Where am I?" He asks out of a sudden boost of confidence.

"I don't know what's happening and no one is telling me anything." He pleaded pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

I ignored his pleads and walked towards the door, my hand pressed against the cold metal door and I froze in that position. It would almost be cruel to just leave him here not even knowing anything at all. I slowly turned back to face the boy as he was still staring at me.

"Your brother is in trouble and if he doesn't come and get you; I wouldn't like to know what they are going to do to you." I simply spoke before turning on my heels and shutting the door behind me hearing the sound of the door locking itself.

He's just an innocent boy that got caught up in the wrong place at the wrong time.