Chapter 1685: Screwed

"He put a hit on her, huh? Click some more photos for me because we need to get out of here-fast."

Dean was not happy to be ordered around by Atlas, but he did it anyway. While Atlas took pictures of the investigation board, Jonathan focused on the mini laboratory and everything in it.

Click... click...

Their phones flashed one after another, making sure they gathered everything they could. Not that they were in a hurry—at least, they didn't want to be in a hurry.freewebnovel.com

But once they finished and were about to walk out, Dean glanced at the key in Atlas's possession.

"What's that key for, though?" he asked out of pure curiosity.

Atlas's steps slowed as they neared the door, gazing down at his hand. The keycard had been given to them by the bar staff before they were led into the underground.

"Now that you mention it..." he trailed off, wondering where they would use this. It didn't look like there was any other hidden compartment or door inside the vault. "Stay here. I'll go check inside in case I missed something."

Dean's brows rose, staring at Atlas before he shrugged. He stayed by the door, moving the chair away, and then held it open. As he watched Atlas touch the walls or look for anything to use the card for, he blinked lazily.

'If I close this door... he'll be fine, right?' he wondered, a little tempted to leave the man here, even if just for a day.

He could just imagine a day without Atlas Bennet.

What a dream.

But before Dean could even let that intrusive thought win him, he heard a strange knocking noise.

Knock... knock...

"Hmm?" His brows rose, eyeing Atlas, who was knocking on a tile just next to the wall of information. "What's that?"

didn't answer, pulling one of the pieces of

Knock...

a hollow echo. He moved his knuckles and knocked again, hearing the same noise. But when he

Dean asked, stepping inside,

a louder noise. On the third knock, Dean was already standing beside him, knocking on the

Knock... knock... BAM!

at the sudden creak and loud bam. They turned their heads to the entrance, their eyes widening as their breath

The door... closed.

Dean panicked, rushing to the closed vault. His eyes shook as he scanned the back of the

to call someone. But as

his grip on his phone

yell echoed louder now that the vault had closed. He punched it, only for it to ring more sharply, but nothing

he glared at Dean. "Didn't you put the chair

did! But—" Dean stopped, not out of a realization that he forgot to put the chair back when he walked

locked here since the beginning. You're the one who just came in here without a care if you got locked in

be this dumb. It must have

"You-"

There's no point in proving why it's your fault," Atlas interjected, peeling his burning eyes off Dean and back onto the tile. "Just hope that this leads us

he rushed back to where Atlas stood. "Shit,"

find a small crack, hoping

them to something

knew the two

this, nor did he plan on doing something like this tonight. The only thing he did was ask Dean, and things just

exhaled, turning his head to the stools before marching away to get

continued despite knowing

of there," Dean remarked as he raised the

at him.

hold the stool over his head, Atlas jumped

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