Posted by Civilian Lucas Elliot Holloway (Business Owner) in Attack at City Center - Molly and Calvin’s Residence

Posted by Civilian Molly Holloway (CEO - Holloway Industries) in Attack at City Center - Molly and Calvin’s Residence
The sun was setting over OED when Molly finally left the scene of the crash.

Colonel Jordan and the head of Holloway security had both insisted that she was to be taken home in a company car, and for the first time, Molly hadn’t protested too much. With everything that had happened she couldn’t blame them, and deep down she knew it was the right call.

With her uncle’s unmistakable evidence of who might have been behind the attack, Molly was also sure that OED’s police department would not find anything. The Syndicate was not reckless, and they left nothing to chance. In other words, they cleaned very thoroughly after themselves. Molly herself was doubtful on whether her personal investigation would produce anything, even though she knew where to look, and most importantly, how to look. However, she would never forgive herself if she didn’t try.

That’s why Molly was currently sitting silently on the back seat of one of the nondescript Holloway Heavy Industries cars as the busy streets of OED passed by. But even though it looked like she was staring out of the window contemplating the darkening scenery as the sun set behind the buildings, her mind was far away planning the best way to conduct her own investigation.

Darkness had finally engulfed the streets when the driver pulled into the driveway of the massive house Lucas had found for her and Calvin to live in.

Molly Holloway, CEO Holloway Heavy Industries

Something felt immediately off to Molly as the black EGV rolled quietly up the drive. ‘The Residence’ as it was officially known within the company, was the home and very heart of Holloway Heavy Industries where the ‘heir to the kingdom’ lived with her partner… the CCDA’s commander. The structure was a home built on a grand scale to house one of the Federation’s most important citizens… and bristled with every type and manner of security money could buy. The home and grounds were a veritable fortress of impenetrable layer after layer of security… and yet, the lights from the home’s large family room off the back of the house were on… something Molly knew immediately was very very wrong. Calvin had always had the habit of turning off the lights and securing the home when he left each day, shortly after Molly left for the office. The Residence had no formal staff to speak of, at Molly’s insistence, with the exception of a Groundskeeper… who only had access to the grounds and not the main home… and a Housekeeper that only had access on the weekends. No one… no one should have been in that house since Calvin turned the key in the door that morning at 8:45. And yet, there it was.

Condor

A knot formed in Molly’s throat when she spotted the glow in the back room’s windows. She knew what it likely meant, and in all honesty, she had been expecting it. They had taken down her uncle. Now it was her turn to face them and whatever they had in store for her.

To Molly’s best understanding of the Syndicate, they had hoped that dealing with Lucas would give them what they wanted. The younger Holloway was nothing but a thorn at their side that they needed to deal with before successfully achieving their goal.

With a quick glance at the driver, Molly checked if he had noticed the lights, but the impassive expression on his face told her that he likely hadn’t.

“You can just leave me here. I can walk the rest of the way.” Holloway said politely when the car turned fully into the driveway.

“Are you sure, Ma’am?” Came the prompt reply.

Molly nodded. “Absolutely.” She said in the most nonchalant tone she could muster. The black vehicle slowly came to a stop to allow her to exit. “The gate will close behind you when you leave, so you don’t have to worry about it.”

The man nodded. “We’ll be on standby if you need anything.”

“Thank you…” Her words trailed off as Molly realized she didn’t know the name of her designated driver for that night.

“George, Ma’am.”

“Thank you, George.”

“Not a problem, Ma’am.”

“Have a good night.”

“Good night, Ma’am.”

With that, Molly swung her duffel bag over her shoulder and walked towards the house. She knew that the driver would wait for her to get in and turn on the lights in the house before driving away, so Holloway waited a few minutes in the foyer before walking further in, giving him enough time to leave. If her assumptions were correct, she didn’t want more innocent bystanders being hurt.

Holding her bag closely as it contained the only piece of weaponry she was carrying — a Starfleet issue type 1 phaser — Molly walked through the empty house and into the lit up family room.

Molly Holloway, CEO Holloway Heavy Industries