Knights against the Night Part 5

The records office was endless.

Computers might be gaining ground, and most of the match ups was done via the master system, but every child of Earth, and every Toy of the Workshop had a file here.

Bolt didn’t know how far back the records extended, but he suspected it was decades if not centuries.

They were dusty. Foot prints littered the floor.

Bolt was careful, stepping in the prints of those who had come before, carefully blowing dust off the labels.

“Five.” Bolt muttered under his breath, looking for the approximate date.

It wasn’t that simple.

Bolt slide one open, and gulped. It was impossible.

All he had was a name and an age.

There were thousands of five year olds, thousands of files, he didn’t even have a location.

Bolt slumped, curling up against the filing cabinet and deciding to rethink his strategy.

This wasn’t going to work, he couldn’t find one name, not unless he was extremely lucky.

What he needed... a spark of an idea smouldered, and he darted out of the human section.

What he needed was his file.

“Ted units... ted units...” Bolt muttered, blowing dust off the ‘H’ cabinet. “I... J.. K...” He recited, humming to himself.

“Zee.” He stopped. O’ course there was the chance that they hadn’t updated his file yet.

Please...

He opened a draw, eyes scanning over the numbers. 24001, 24821. Old files. He moved further along. 39120, 45793, 52090...

Footsteps.

Bolt looked up, startled, before slipping in the small space between cabinet and wall.

He hadn’t seen them, hopefully they hadn’t seen him.

Bolt held his breath and hoped.

They were coming this way.

Someone big, with heavy footfalls. Not a toy. Not an elf.

The boss.

Bolt cringed.

The large man in red stopped right in front of his hiding place.

“Well?”