Wow, Elspeth is going to win this prize easily if no one else comments.... And no, I'm not planning to begin each post with a holiday joke, but I liked this one, and as Halloween was yesterday...
(Scene: Three Trick or Treaters at the door this man's house)
Man: Look at you kids! Look how much candy you guys have! I'm going to take half of all your candy and give it to the kids who are too lazy to go trick or treating!
Kid: Ah, crap. A democrat.
Part X: Ignoring a Threat
Date: Amanela 2nd, 114 A.U.
Astrid swallowed hard, gazing at the gun that she saw in the man’s hand. “What do you want?” she whispered.
“I believe I’ve already told you that,” the man said. “I want you to give me the report and give the doctor this one.” He handed out some sheets of paper.
Astrid hesitantly exchanged reports. “Why are you doing this?”
The man’s face hardened. “That’s none of your business. Just do as I tell you and no harm will come to you. And don’t tell anyone that I spoke to you. Just remember. We have men watching you.” Astrid bit her lip. “You got it?”
“Yes,” Astrid managed to squeak out.
“Good,” the man said. “Now get out of here and act like nothing happened. You’re a good girl. Just continue on your job, don’t meddle where you shouldn’t be meddling, and everything will be fine.”
Astrid slammed the car door shut and drove off. That had been a nerve-wracking day, but she had gotten through it. Except it wasn’t finished yet. Astrid checked the rearview mirror to make sure that she wasn’t being followed. She didn’t believe the man that he’d send men after her. He was lying. If he had enough accomplices to follow her and she was important enough to be followed everywhere…
She wasn’t. Astrid was sure of it; she was a rational being. And so she was going to only logical place to go with a crisis such as this. The Resistance Bureau of Investigation. And she had a copy of the real report. Because the man who held her up forgot one thing. The report had still been on the computer.
“What? Who’s here to see me?” Oldin asked, not looking up from the reports on the computer.
“It’s some woman who says that she has to talk with someone,” the man said. “She said something about Marlin’s death, so I thought it important enough to tell you.”
Oldin sighed. “Very well… if it has to do with Marlin’s death, send her on in.”
The man left and after a couple minutes a flustered woman entered the room. Oldin spun around in his chair. “Yes?” he asked.
“My name’s Astrid Harlung,” the woman said. “I work at the Westvale Hospital and was trying to save Marlin Taylor before he died. The man said that he was important.”
“Yes, yes,” Oldin said, a bit bored.. “But go on. Did one of our men call for you, or why are you here?”
“I’m here because I was threatened by some man concerning the circumstances of Marlin’s death,” Astrid said bluntly. Oldin sat up in his chair. “The report concerning his death was… well… a bit strange. His heart attack was, to say the least, way too weak to have caused his death. Things just weren’t working out. While I was going to hand off the report to a higher-up doctor, though, a man pulled me into a closet and threatened me.
“He said that I had to exchange the real report for a fake one that made the heart attack seem much more fatal. He said that he’d have men following me, but I’m not important enough for him to actually follow me, so I ignored his warning. I have the real report and a photocopy of the fake report here.” Saying so, she put them down on a table.
Oldin’s eyes widened and he pulled the two reports toward him before looking up. “Well, at the very least, as shown by the reports, you’re clever enough to actually be able to help us with this,” Oldin said. “You aren’t stupid.” He gazed at the reports before brushing them aside. “I’ll have to get some other expert look at these.” He leaned back in his chair. “On the other hand, you might be more important than you once thought.”
Astrid bit her lip. “What do you mean?”
“I mean,” Oldin said, ruffling through some papers. “That Marlin wasn’t just an average guy. He was one of our spies and had some big stuff about a case that we’re working on. He was going to get them to us. And then he died.” He tapped his fingers against the arms of his chair. “And from your report, I believe that he didn’t just die. It seems like someone found him… And killed him.”
“So… what does that mean for me?” Astrid asked, a bit worried.
“It means that there’s a chance of you being followed,” Oldin said, leaning forward in his chair. “You might be more important than you think. However, there’s no reason to get parannoyed. I still think the chance is slim, though there is a chance. Now here’s my advice. Chances are they might try to make you think you’re followed—make sure that you spot some people watching you, and such stuff, just to make sure that you think you’re followed. Also, get some weapon, pepper spray, or a gun or something. Take this also.” He handed her a watch. “It’s not a normal watch. You can open the top and push a button. Doing so will alert us of danger. Marlin had figured out big stuff, and I mean big. If you’re in danger, we don’t want you dying, as you could be a very useful witness. Now, do you remember anything of your assailant?”
“Um…” Astrid said. “Not really… He had a long coat on and I think I remember seeing a mustache… But I don’t remember getting a good look at him before he drew me into the darkness of the closet… so no…”
“Too bad,” Oldin said. “Listen, just in case you are followed—you probably weren’t—but if you are… I’ll have one of my men drive your car out back. I’ll lead you to the back door and then drive off. Come back if you have any info. Oh, and… It probably isn’t necessary, but just in case… watch your back.”
Question of the Week: What would have been a good QotW to put here? (Yes, this is a lame QotW, I know...)
(Scene: Three Trick or Treaters at the door this man's house)
Man: Look at you kids! Look how much candy you guys have! I'm going to take half of all your candy and give it to the kids who are too lazy to go trick or treating!
Kid: Ah, crap. A democrat.
Part X: Ignoring a Threat
Date: Amanela 2nd, 114 A.U.
Astrid swallowed hard, gazing at the gun that she saw in the man’s hand. “What do you want?” she whispered.
“I believe I’ve already told you that,” the man said. “I want you to give me the report and give the doctor this one.” He handed out some sheets of paper.
Astrid hesitantly exchanged reports. “Why are you doing this?”
The man’s face hardened. “That’s none of your business. Just do as I tell you and no harm will come to you. And don’t tell anyone that I spoke to you. Just remember. We have men watching you.” Astrid bit her lip. “You got it?”
“Yes,” Astrid managed to squeak out.
“Good,” the man said. “Now get out of here and act like nothing happened. You’re a good girl. Just continue on your job, don’t meddle where you shouldn’t be meddling, and everything will be fine.”
Astrid slammed the car door shut and drove off. That had been a nerve-wracking day, but she had gotten through it. Except it wasn’t finished yet. Astrid checked the rearview mirror to make sure that she wasn’t being followed. She didn’t believe the man that he’d send men after her. He was lying. If he had enough accomplices to follow her and she was important enough to be followed everywhere…
She wasn’t. Astrid was sure of it; she was a rational being. And so she was going to only logical place to go with a crisis such as this. The Resistance Bureau of Investigation. And she had a copy of the real report. Because the man who held her up forgot one thing. The report had still been on the computer.
“What? Who’s here to see me?” Oldin asked, not looking up from the reports on the computer.
“It’s some woman who says that she has to talk with someone,” the man said. “She said something about Marlin’s death, so I thought it important enough to tell you.”
Oldin sighed. “Very well… if it has to do with Marlin’s death, send her on in.”
The man left and after a couple minutes a flustered woman entered the room. Oldin spun around in his chair. “Yes?” he asked.
“My name’s Astrid Harlung,” the woman said. “I work at the Westvale Hospital and was trying to save Marlin Taylor before he died. The man said that he was important.”
“Yes, yes,” Oldin said, a bit bored.. “But go on. Did one of our men call for you, or why are you here?”
“I’m here because I was threatened by some man concerning the circumstances of Marlin’s death,” Astrid said bluntly. Oldin sat up in his chair. “The report concerning his death was… well… a bit strange. His heart attack was, to say the least, way too weak to have caused his death. Things just weren’t working out. While I was going to hand off the report to a higher-up doctor, though, a man pulled me into a closet and threatened me.
“He said that I had to exchange the real report for a fake one that made the heart attack seem much more fatal. He said that he’d have men following me, but I’m not important enough for him to actually follow me, so I ignored his warning. I have the real report and a photocopy of the fake report here.” Saying so, she put them down on a table.
Oldin’s eyes widened and he pulled the two reports toward him before looking up. “Well, at the very least, as shown by the reports, you’re clever enough to actually be able to help us with this,” Oldin said. “You aren’t stupid.” He gazed at the reports before brushing them aside. “I’ll have to get some other expert look at these.” He leaned back in his chair. “On the other hand, you might be more important than you once thought.”
Astrid bit her lip. “What do you mean?”
“I mean,” Oldin said, ruffling through some papers. “That Marlin wasn’t just an average guy. He was one of our spies and had some big stuff about a case that we’re working on. He was going to get them to us. And then he died.” He tapped his fingers against the arms of his chair. “And from your report, I believe that he didn’t just die. It seems like someone found him… And killed him.”
“So… what does that mean for me?” Astrid asked, a bit worried.
“It means that there’s a chance of you being followed,” Oldin said, leaning forward in his chair. “You might be more important than you think. However, there’s no reason to get parannoyed. I still think the chance is slim, though there is a chance. Now here’s my advice. Chances are they might try to make you think you’re followed—make sure that you spot some people watching you, and such stuff, just to make sure that you think you’re followed. Also, get some weapon, pepper spray, or a gun or something. Take this also.” He handed her a watch. “It’s not a normal watch. You can open the top and push a button. Doing so will alert us of danger. Marlin had figured out big stuff, and I mean big. If you’re in danger, we don’t want you dying, as you could be a very useful witness. Now, do you remember anything of your assailant?”
“Um…” Astrid said. “Not really… He had a long coat on and I think I remember seeing a mustache… But I don’t remember getting a good look at him before he drew me into the darkness of the closet… so no…”
“Too bad,” Oldin said. “Listen, just in case you are followed—you probably weren’t—but if you are… I’ll have one of my men drive your car out back. I’ll lead you to the back door and then drive off. Come back if you have any info. Oh, and… It probably isn’t necessary, but just in case… watch your back.”
Question of the Week: What would have been a good QotW to put here? (Yes, this is a lame QotW, I know...)
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