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[right][code]Time: 10:34pm
Location: Cornell Police Department Interrogation Room[/code][/right][hr]

The TikTok videos weren't interesting after seeing the tenth kid with a red solo cup full of liquor and very loud music in discordance with the yelling crowd. She'd just about put her phone down when the next video started with a kid being slammed into the ground and the screams that followed. 

[color=#7674e5]"What?"[/color] Saylor replayed it from the beginning, not entirely sure what she was looking at. There was a boy that had been swept away like a wave crashed into him and slammed him into the concrete wall near hard to kill him. He slammed once, twice. She barely made out the breaking of bones over the music and the screaming.

She scrolled to the next video. There was a stampede. Kids trying to force they way out of the double doors. The person filming had made it outside.

"Crazy shit going on here. Kids just started flyin' like something picked 'em up and went [i]Bam[/i]!" The video had an odd warping effect to it. She'd never seen a filter like that before.

She scrolled to the next. Video after video showed kids up at the warehouse being murdered in horrific ways by some invisible force. Saylor didn't give a shit about any of them on a normal day. Even had plans to shoot up the school, but even this was too horrific for her imagination to conjure, let alone witness. They needed help. She had to get help.

She stood up abruptly from her seat and started banging on the two way glass. [color=#7674e5]"Hey! Hey! I know you can hear me. There's an emergency. Something's going on up at the warehouse. Hey!"[/color] 

No one came immediately. Did they think she was playing around? She banging on the glass someone more, until Agent Novak rushed into the room. 

"What, Ms. Moon?" she asked, hand reaching for her gun.

Saylor threw her phone on the table and backed up. She wasn't trying to get shot for one good deed.

[color=#7674e5]"The abandoned warehouse on the industrial side of town. There's a party tonight. A lot of kids. Something's going on. They're dying,"[/color]  she explained.

Agent Novak eyed her like this was some kind of trick, but Saylor nodded towards her phone and Novak picked it up. She watched the first video, then the next and the next. All the audio was screaming and crying kids. Some coherent enough to explain what they saw, others mourning the loss of friends.

"Well shit," Agent Novak said dropping the phone back on the table. She jogged out the door, calling for the police chief to get units to the warehouse and to call EMTs. 

Saylor grabbed her phone and didn't stay put. She walked right out of the room. Police officers scrambled in the main area of the building, so she turned around and went out of the emergency exit down the hall from the interrogation room. Could she get in trouble? Sure, but she wasn't sticking around. Not when shit's going down and her morbid curiosity got the better of her.

It was a five minute jog back to her house from the police station. She didn't even bother going into the house all the way. She opened the door, grabbed the car keys off the hook next to the entrance, and ran back down the stairs to Ronnie's old beat up Honda Civic from the year she was born. She barely knew how to drive. Mr. Connors was teaching her on her learner's permit, but the streets weren't busy this time of night and she knew where to go.

She pulled off the street and headed towards the warehouse.