Story Monday

Trece stood in the dark warehouse dodging the water that leaked from the roof.  He didn't know what Karen was up to till it was to late.  Now everyone was looking for her and he didn't have a clue where she was. 
How could life change within 48 hours?
First he thought the news media was overacting with reporting a new strain of the flue.  Towns are now quartined and now he was carrying a gun and questioning everyone who side they were on.  He wasn't sure what side he was on, expect on the side of survival. 
His back was againest the wall, a knife strapped to his thigh.  Holding a gun with his right hand, he listened when he heard someone walk into the warehouse. 
"They got both of them."  The short man said. 
Trece stepped out of the shadows.  "They have no idea what is going on?  Do they?" 
"Not a clue."  The man said.
"Thanks."  Trece said.
"What are we going to do now?"  He said.
     "We?"  Trece asked.
     "They have the formula to kill us or cure us. We need to get the formula so they won't sell it to the highest bidder.  Missy has the formula in her head and we need to find her."
     "Do you have a plan?"  Trece asked.
"I figured you did."  He said.
"You're right about that."  Trece said.  "Anyone else with you?"
"No."  He said.
"I know where they are."  Trece said. 
"How could you possible know that?"  He asked.
"Karen will leave a trail.  I trained her well.  This isn't the first time I had to go out and save the two of them."  Trece said.
"They are not going to let us out of this town."  he said. 
"Guess we will have to walk."  Trece said, grabbing his leather jacket.

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