Hey, just a quick question (and I feel stupid for asking this since it's probably obvious) but has anyone else not been receiving fanfiction alert emails? I haven't gotten any notifacation emails for a week now, and I know I should at least be getting them for chapter updates. This is a problem I've had before, but it usually resolves itself after a few hours. It's been several days, does anyone know how to fix it? It's rather annoying.

"Fallon, Williams, my office" Captain Yeong called as she walked by. Giving quick confused glances at each other, they followed behind her. They were surprised to see her barely looking at them as they entered, fussing with some sort of file on her desk.

"So what's up?" Mal asked, and as an answer she flopped a file down in front of them. It was an old file, the ink bearing the name faded and dusty. All Mal had to do was glance at the faded cover before he swore under his breath. Natara looked at him, confused.

"I take it I don't have to explain it to you then?" she said.

"No" Mal said, grabbing the file and about to head out the door already.

"One other thing though" Captain Yeong said quickly. Mal froze. "As much as I don't like the idea…Amy and Kai are coming with you".

Mal whipped around "Are you serious? Do you want them to die?".

Captain Yeongs eyes narrowed. Since Kens death, any word along the lines of 'dead' was practically considered a disgusting swearword. This made work rather difficult, concerning they said these words every day. But up until this point, no one realized how much they really said it. It was if the word had taken on a whole new meaning. "Of course not, but we don't really have a choice. You're going to be stuck in there for the whole night, and you might need on sight forensics. I can't just send one of them…it's too risky. You need to stick together in pairs, no one can be on their own at any time".

Without another word Mal left, and after a confused moment Natara followed. "What was she talking about?" she asked as soon as they got out of Captain Yeong's office.

Mal sighed, plopping the old file down on a nearby table and facing her. "They call it 'the lockdown'" he said.

"What—?"

"About forty years ago, a family who lived in this house by the bay was murdered. Another family moved in, and ten years later to date they were killed too. At this time the police caught on, and when the next ten year anniversary came up a few cops were sent in. The killer only killed at night, so of course they stayed overnight to try and catch him. I was only starting out here, but if I remember correctly it was two cops undercover as a married couple. They didn't come back, and in the morning we found them dead inside the house, the doors locked from the outside. They nicknamed it the lockdown because in every case the victims were found in separate rooms, and both doors were locked. That's probably why Yeong wants us in pairs, since we're fairly certain he got them when they separated. They never caught the guy, and tonight must be the fortieth anniversary. I guess Yeong still thinks he can be caught".

"And you don't think he can?"

Mal shrugged "I figured the first killing was so long ago, that the guy's probably old or dead".

"You never know. He could have been a teenager the first time and be in his fifties now. It's uncommon at that age, but not unheard of. We could get lucky and get him, maybe in their older age they could slip up".

"Or we could get extremely unlucky and nothing happens, and Kai end up annoying the crap out if me the whole night".

They started to walk down to the crime lab, and Natara commented sarcastically "always the optimist".

It was later that night Amy, Kai, Mal and Natara drove down to the large and ominously aging house. The sky was dark with rain clouds, and thunder made every silence that followed seem awkward. Mal was the first to run in, unlocking the front door. Natara was next, trying to keep several files safe and dry by tucking them beneath her jacket. Amy and Kai came next, laden with several boxes of lab equipment. As they entered Mal quickly found a light switch, as thankfully the electric still worked. As they took off their wet jackets and brushed off the raindrops, no one said what every single one of them was thinking.
If he were alive, Ken would be here. He would be here to make sure nothing happened to Amy. The room seemed to be missing something, or rather someone, but no one said anything. They didn't need to. Mal had just turned and closed the door to keep the rain out when things made a turn for the worse. The lights flickered, and a whirring sound that no one had noticed before was no longer present. The power had gone out. There was an awkward moment when everybody froze, then a scuffling noise until someone lit a light. Natara had pulled out her gun, simply for the purpose to turn the flashlight on it on. The room was completely silent, as if everyone was holding their breath and waiting for something. Then, coming from down the hallway as if on cue, there was a scratching noise. With a slight nod to Natara, Mal drew his gun.

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