I’m making some progress on the text to speech edit of Taylor – Paranormal Operations, Inc. This is the edited version of chapter 24. After all the chapters are done, then it will be off to a pro editor.
Shay looked up from the report he’d been reading as a rumble shook the building. A second one rolled through before the first one had ended. Immediately alarms rang, their high pitch squeal loud enough he cringed.
“What the fuck?” He murmured jumping up from his seat and headed to the closed office door, ripping it open and striding out into the operations center. “What the hell is going on? Where did those explosions come from?” He shouted the questions over the screaming alarms as he moved to the center of the room.
“The surveillance cameras are down in both the garage and the adjacent staircase.” A voice answered from the left. Shay swung his head in that direction. A man named Tomas sat in front of a bank of video screens that showed the feeds from the cameras that monitored the Paranormal Operations Irish headquarters. Tomas glanced at Shay as he continued. “The blasts were in those areas. The other cameras nearby show the staircase blocked and the elevator to the garage is out.”
“Casualties?” Shay barked. “And turn off that fucking alarm!” A woman answered from a desk next to the bank of screens.
“Yes sir.” Her eyes never left her computer screen as her fingers raced over the keyboard in front of her. The screaming alarm cut off suddenly. “No casualties reported so far, sir.” She added. Tomas broke in before she could say something further.
“There were people in the garage, sir.” He peered back down, pressing a few keys on his keyboard. “You need to see this, sir.” Shay tensed and moved to stand next to Tomas.
“Who?” Shay demanded. Tomas gestured at a side monitor. The screen switched from black to a still image of the garage, with one stab of his finger, Tomas started the video playback. Shay hissed out a breath.
On the screen was Devon and Taylor along with Mikhail Romanov. There wasn’t sound with the video but it was obvious that the couple was saying goodbye. The following minutes of the video recorded the two men checking the SUV for supplies before they got into the vehicle and drove out of the garage. After it disappeared from view, Shay watched as Taylor turned around and glared right into the camera before passing out of view.
“So they made it out before the blasts?” Shay questioned, note of relief in his tone. Tomas shook his head.
“The camera in the area near the elevator caught this.” He pressed several more keys and different scene filled the screen. Taylor walked into view, her head down as she worked her phone. She stiffened and turned as a red headed figure moved into the frame from the bottom of the screen. Even from the back, Shay knew who he was.
“O’Grady.” He hissed, watching the leprechaun raise a weapon and fire. Taylor threw herself to the side trying to avoid O’Grady’s shots. Shay’s hands curled into fists at his side as Taylor jerked from multiple impacts before she slid down the wall and slumped over.
“Fucking bastard!” He snarled, as O’Grady turned, flipping both of his middle fingers at the camera. He grabbed one of Taylor’s legs and dragged her body from view. A few minutes later the video shook as the first explosion went off, then within seconds the elevator doors blasted outward and the video died.
Shay glanced at his watch, gauging how much time since the explosions. Five minutes, he thought with grimace. Five minutes for everything to go to hell.
“Track where that bastard took agent Conner,” he instructed Tomas, his voice hard. Tomas frowned as he started to speak.
“I’ll try, sir, but…” He swallowed at the dark look Shay aimed at him before he continued. “With the camera destroyed in the garage, I’ll have to piece together what I can from the surrounding traffic cameras.” Tomas peered at the keyboard in front of him as he muttered to himself. “If I sync the time of the garage blast with the traffic cameras on both corners nearest to the building and check for any vehicles going through those intersections…”
“Just fucking do it.” Shay said before he turned to speak to the female agent seated nearby.
“Get the EOD to the garage and after they’ve swept it for evidence, get a team to remove the rubble.” The explosive ordnance disposal team was made up of a few well trained agents at each headquarter site. The woman’s fingers flew over her keyboard as Shay shot orders to her. “Have another team access the damage to the garage and the surrounding space for structural damage.” He glanced at the woman. “You’ve got that?” he asked. She nodded and replied without looking up from her screen.
“Yes, sir.” Shay turned and strode toward his office. He reached for the phone that rested on his hip and punched the speed dial number for Devon.
“Devon’s going to lose his fucking shit about this.” He said as he waited for the other man to answer.