Inhuman NES

[Nuka-sama]

He jumps into the pool, water flowing through. The water is clear, and from underneath the water, he sees a glowing light. Eagerly, he swims to it, but then it turns to blackness, and he free falls into the abyss

Garret awoke, a cold sweat covering him. His couch had broken under the weight of his body and his phone was ringing. Granted, he was 210 pounds, but there was no way the couch was this bad. Seemed Scandinavian furniture makers weren’t what they were cracked up to be. The t.v. was on and the lights were off. The phone stopped ringing and a message was left. "Hey Garret, Chavez here.... shoot... umm... what is the protocol for dealing with victims of spontaneuous combustion again? Ehh... you know what, forget it. I found 4...err...

legs...

in the central park. There's another guy who's barely alive here too. Keeps repeating "Eye. Eye. Eye." or something like that. Already called the ambulance but... yeah you gotta see it to believe it.”

Garret didn’t feel like sleeping anymore. He called him back. “Chavez, I’m here. What’s going on?”

“Thank God man, you’re picking up. Look, come to Central Park. You have a gun, bring it and your badge. Get over here asap.”

Garret grabbed a jacket, badge and gun and ran out. How did he get my cell he thought, but more importantly the hell is going on

It took fifteen minutes for him to get to the park. In the distance he saw Chavez making a call, and he rushed over.

“Garret! Man, the ambulance is taking forever, I can’t even believe it. But man, check this out. Legs, and nothing else. How does this even happen!”

“You said there was a guy? Was he maybe a witness?”

“I don’t know man. He’s in shock. But check this out: ashes.”

“The hell? Did anyone report a fire?”

“Not that I’m aware of.”

Two men were in the distance, and they seemed to spot Garret and Chavez. Chavez was relieved. “Thank god, you guys are here. Caetera desunt”

“Yea sorry we were late man. We’re here to pick up the remains, and the witness.”

Chavez’s eyes narrowed. “Oh?”

The ambulance man shrugged. “Well, you know, the guy’s seen a lot, he’s going to need psychiatric treatment. Don’t worry, he’ll be fine at the hospital. The guys at Lincoln are good. Top notch man.”

“Lincoln? That’s pretty far away. Lenox Hill is barely a mile, he needs something now.”

“Look man, the city decides where to send people, and they want these types of guys to go to Lincoln.”

“So you work for the city?”

The ambulance man sighed impatiently “Yes we work for the damn city, and they want this guy in Lincoln. Now seriously, stop getting in our way, we need to do our work.”

The two men began examining the ash pile, and Chavez smiled to Garret. “The thing is, in this city, medics wear blue. Not white”

The medic who had stayed silent gave a warning look to his friend “John….” But the ambulance man turned and said “Look pal, cut the….” But didn’t finish. Chavez had pulled the trigger, and the man, supposedly named Erlang, had been shot between the eyes. Garret looked in shock at Chavez as he pulled his own gun out. Chavez turned his gun to the other man, and said “I think you have some questions to answer, Keeper.”

 

[Seon]

I'm pretty certain that Erlang always wear a mask.

Or maybe that's the point.

And he's actually right behind Chavez with a butterfly knife.

Now wouldn't that be crazy.

Yeah that's too crazy.

...

 

[KaiserElectric]

Hey, who's using Erlang in their story?

 

[Lord_Iggy]

The point of writing this kind of thing is to do collaborations and crossovers... though shooting someone's character in the face, in a place that may be very far away from their last recorded location, and not even getting details about the character right... well, let's just say you should have talked this over with Kaizer first <nuke>.

 

[Nuka-sama]

I thought Erlang was npc will change character names, my bad

 

[Lord_Iggy]

Well, if you could talk to electric and try to work out a few details so you have a confrontation with him nonetheless, that would be cool for me, as one of my character's goals is to hunt down Erlang Shen posthaste.

 

[merciary]

Incident 813-A
Incident Description: Capture of Anomaly-813
Lead Task Force: Delta-2 (Mental Wall)
Supporting Task Force: Gamma-5 (The Calvary)
Clean-up Task Force: Epsilon-6 (Men in Black)

Audio Log:

Agent Young: Alright the audio recording is up this mission has officially a go. Our target is a 16 year old girl called Eleanor who from now on is to be referred to as Anomaly-813. As far as the boys up in Intel can tell all she can do is talk in other people’s minds so I don’t expect too much trouble.

Agent Stockwell: And if the intel is wrong Sir?

Agent Young: Well then we start firing and hope we can take it down. And if we can’t pray the Calvary show up. Don’t worry this will be a simple one for your first time. Unlike Johnson’s first op, how long did [REDACTED] have you [REDACTED]?

Agent Johnson: I’d rather not talk about that Sir.

Agent Young: Oh lighten up Johnson; we all have stories like that. I mean this one I faced had me convinced that I was…

An audible cough is heard

Agent Young: Errr… right where was I? Ah yes, we’ll be heading out tranq pistols and MP-5s’s for intimidation and back up with amnesiacs for clean-up.

Rustling photos and blueprints are spread across the table

Agent Young: Intel suggest that the subject frequents this condemned theater in [REDACTED] at night with a small group of teenagers. Giving the low risk on this one I’m suggesting we just go through the front door with our guns out and scare the [REDACTED] out of these kids. Anyone have any objections?

Silence

Agent Young: Good. Suit up we’re rolling in ten.

Recording cut until Task Force is at target location

Agent Young: Alright boy lock ‘n load we’re here. Area looks deserted but keep your weapons out of sight until we’re in the building. Don’t want to make the clean-up any harder that it has to be. Everyone out now.

Sliding of van doors and the sound of the task force leaving the vehicle. Task force remains silent until they reach the target building.

Agent Young: Okay move through the open window. Keep it quiet I don’t want any of these kids running before we’re in position.

Sounds of the task force moving through the building. In the background voices can be heard, most likely the target and the group of teenagers. No vocalization is made by the task force for five minutes while the move into position.

Agent Young: [Shouting] Everyone freeze! No one moves and no one gets hurt! We’re just here for one thing and it’s not your lives!

Teen1: Oh God it’s the mob!

Teen2: [Crying] I don’t want to die! I don’t want to die!

Teen3: Eleanor they’re after you run for it!

Sounds of the target running

Agent Young: [REDACTED], why can it never be simple? James, Stockwell go after her. We’ll hand things here.

Task Force recording splits here. Agents James and Stockwell pursue the target while the rest of the task force subdues the witnesses and administers the amnesiacs. Log follows Agents James and Stockwell roughly two minutes after splitting from the task force. Target appears to be at a dead end.

Anomaly-813: [sobbing] Please don’t hurt me! I didn’t hurt anyone! I don’t know how I do any of it!

Agent Stockwell: It’s okay we’re not going to hurt you. We’re going to take you somewhere where we can find out how you do what you.
Sound of Agent James’ tranquilizer pistol being fired. A thud is heard presumed to be the target.

Agent Stockwell: Why the [REDACTED] did you do that? She was no threat we could have brought back unharmed!

Agent James: Look I’ll cut you some slack because it’s your first op. I know Young likes to down play it but I’ll seen a lot good agents die because of bad or incomplete intel. I’ve learned not to take risk and you should figure that out too. Plus it’s easier this way. We take her back without having to worry about her trying anything and when she wakes up she’ll be in containment with some egghead ready to ask her questions.

Sound of Agent James picking up the target

Agent James: Let’s head back to the rest of the team.

Agents James and Stockwell return to the task force which has finished administering to amnesiacs

Agent Young: Ah good you’ve got her. Any problems?

Agent James: No Sir.

Agent Stockwell: Anything we need to do with this group?

Agent Young: Nope. I wasn’t given the cover story so clean-up is someone else’s problem. I radioed command so they should be here soon. Good job team. Always like it when an op goes more or less to plan.

End Log

Task Force Delta-2 remained on scene until Task Force Epsilon-6 arrived to handle clean-up five minutes later. Delta-2 returned to Base [REDACTED] with the target. No incidents occurred during transit. Anomaly-813 containment confirmed.

 

[Lord_Iggy]

July 18 2001 - 2141 Hrs - Facility 49

Earl sat in his office, gently scratching Gertie behind the ears as he dictated to the computer.

"Identification of the Gulf Coast murderer has turned up no leads. Keeper documents can match no known American citizens, could be a foreign. Anomalous status still unclear... but I have a hunch about this one. Worst case scenario, I can drop a hint into local law enforcement, and we can rustle ourselves up some more Cannon Fodder.

"Agent Carmichael of Remote Site [REDACTED] is our most recent confirmed contact with Rogue Agent Shen. He wishes to possess 'our greatest weapon'. I'm having trouble determining if he's being literal or not here... I've always been of the impression that secrecy's our greatest weapon, but we've got some pretty formidable stuff locked away in them deep sites. Recommend review of current containment procedures. At any rate, he has apparently stolen Amnesics, and the ID of Researcher [REDACTED], now deceased. All Agents on high alert for any activities which can be connected to the use of Researcher [REDACTED]'s identity post-mortem.

"Since the Carmichael encounter, we have one disputable sighting of Erlang Shen in New York. High-Priority, get local agents from Facility [REDACTED] to check this out, and interview the civvie police involved. Inform the Directors if we get a positive on this.

"No further appearances of the head-exploder... considering passing this one off to another Agent until Shen is apprehended-"

Earl tapped the mute button and leaned back, listening to a growing commotion moving down the hallway.

"...look, I'll tell you why I'm mad! You think that erasing memories is just some pill you give people, or a little magical Men In Black wand I wave in someone&#8217;s eyes? No! You need laboratory conditions, delicate mixes of the right drugs and memetic therapy, and more than anything else, time. You try to pull this in the field, and your subjects brains will get [REDACTED]ed the [REDACTED] up. Unless you&#8217;re some goddamn expert in the field, don&#8217;t even dream of it brother."

"Look egghead, you can't always set up laboratory conditions in the field, and I won't have some lab-boy telling my Task Force..."

Earl leaned out into the hallway, keen ears trying to follow the conversation.

This could be interesting.

 

[laraqua]

The room was abruptly lit with sunlight as she stepped out of the locker and glanced around, rushing to grab her mobile phone. The battery was gone. She took one look at it and scowled, but then fear got the better of her and she hurried over to pull open the window and scamper out onto the sidewalk. What was that thing? It certainly was way too bizarre to be one of those shadows.

She felt an ache in her throat and raised her hand to rub it. During the quick conversation with the cops wherein she handed in the key and the deed, her throat and arm throbbed and ached horribly. The Sheriff asked her a few questions about whether he'd hurt her, giving her funny looks all the while but she told him he hadn't touched her. She shrugged off the ache, finished her tale, and went back to the pub with a police escort. The friendly sheriff accepted the glass of whiskey and relaxed at the counter as the usual elderly drunkards filed in to take their usual places.

It was only then that she took a moment to head into the ladies room and shrugged out of her jacket.

There on her arm were three bruises in symmetrical lines that wrapped around her arm toward the elbow. A bruised handprint pressed against her throat.

Her heart fell into her guts and an acidic sensation crept up her throat.

That wasn't the man who had done this. The shadows in the darkness must've reached her. She gulped and checked around her, finding her own shadow with relief. Maybe that was why they always assaulted her. Maybe that was why they haunted her. Because she wouldn't relinquish whatever part of her made her shadow to them.

She headed back into the bar on unsteady legs and fetched herself a glass of whiskey. Better. That felt better.

Aw man, at least the creepy ass bastard had been kinda cute in a nut case kinda way.

 

[Seon]

She notices that there is a tapes up box on the floor, but all her scissors are missing.

 

[Seon]

Audio Log: Hallway 342-7

Colonel Black: ... Won't have any of you egg heads telling my task force what to do...

Researcher Wright: but I'm telling you! Do you know how much psychiatric and neurological problems that our little amnesiacs suffer after a failed drug delivery?

Colonel Black: Your point being?

RW: people will notice and start asking bloody questions, that's what!

CB: That's why we have you people to develop an automated injector device, no?

RW: Bu... Wait, that device's still in prototype phase, you little [redacted]. How the hell did you learn about...

CB: I think you are confused as to who has the higher rank here, researcher Wrigt.

 

[Lord_Iggy]

July 18 2001 - 2144 Hrs - Facility 49

&#8220;He pulled rank on me&#8230; I can&#8217;t believe he pulled rank on me.&#8221;

Earl slide his swivel chair out into the hall, angling his head towards the voice.

&#8220;Tough day Ron?&#8221;

&#8220;I mean, I was under the impression that the Protectors had hired up all the idiots, but nooo&#8230;&#8221;

Earl quietly assumed that the techie had nodded, and continued to listen.

&#8220;The guy acts like I am the one being unreasonable, when he&#8217;s just taking pills out of my lab and drugging kids! I mean, there&#8217;s permanent neurological damage that you get when you brute-force memory removal, I&#8217;m talking long-term reduced mental capacity here! We&#8217;re supposed to be protecting people from [REDACTED] like this, not dealing out the damage ourselves.&#8221;

&#8220;Protecting?&#8221;

&#8220;Don&#8217;t you pull that whole idiosyncratic naming thing on me Earl, you know damn well what I mean.&#8221;

Researcher Wright leaned back against the wall, his breath leaving no ambiguity to his frustration.

&#8220;So, what was it this time?&#8221;

&#8220;Oh, some girl that the Delta Twos brought in, psychic of some sort&#8230; Colonel here decides that they should be given additional doses to make sure they forget anything that happened before, as if that&#8217;s the way memory alteration works. How does a man like that get so high up in the Keepers?&#8221;

&#8220;Uh, what does it do?&#8221;

&#8220;Well, it&#8217;s a fast-acting neurotransmitter blocker that localizes to the amygda-&#8221;

&#8220;Whoah there now, try sayin&#8217; it for some fellah who ain&#8217;t done much chemistry lately.&#8221;

&#8220;What, you mean undergrad?&#8221;

&#8220;I finished High School.&#8221;

&#8220;Dear God. Okay, it interrupts the process of memory formation immediately, so any recent short term memories get obliterated and the ability to form new memories is suppressed for a little while longer. It&#8217;s meant to be done while the subjects are unconscious, otherwise&#8230; well, things get a bit weird, and sometimes it doesn&#8217;t quite work right, if the memory was particularly&#8230; uh, vivid, or emotional. Which, unfortunately, most anomaly-related memories are. So the standard field pill is a combination knockout drug and memory suppressor. But if you&#8217;ve got anything longer term than that, then destroying short-term memory just won&#8217;t cut it. And this is what the dear Colonel didn&#8217;t know slash ignored.&#8221;

&#8220;Did you just use say a &#8216;slash&#8217; aloud in a sentence?&#8221;

&#8220;Maybe I did, I blame typing too much. At any rate, they used to have to do field terminations and cover-ups whenever someone needed an extended or long-term memory removed, but now they can bring people in&#8230; we&#8217;ve got [DATA EXPUNGED] to create a save state of someone&#8217;s mind, and a whole cocktail of drugs and surgical equipment to get the right&#8230; uh&#8230; chemical stuff into the right bits of the brain to take out specific areas related to memory. Then we can build them with&#8230; other chemicals and memetic therapy and sometimes [DATA EXPUNGED] to re-establish all the old memories that were there, and we let &#8216;em go good as new, no bullet holes or downed weather balloons or anything.&#8221;

&#8220;So what was that injector thing then?&#8221;

&#8220;I&#8217;d say it was above your authorization level, but-

[DATA EXPUNGED]

&#8220;Well&#8230; with that cleared up, I guess there&#8217;s no real problem in saying that it&#8217;s just a faster-acting and more reliable way to remove short term memories, and it scales the dose to body size to improve upon the performance of the standard pill.&#8221;

&#8220;Well go figure,&#8221; chuckled Earl, &#8220;They never explained it that well when I did my first field assignments. Mind is a plaything, as they say&#8230; right?&#8221;

Doctor Wright chuckled just long enough to feel unsettling, before giving a brief &#8216;yup&#8217; of agreement.

&#8220;So, s&#8217;pose we should head down and have a gander at the new holding cell? If she&#8217;s a psychic maybe she won&#8217;t have so much difficulty fixing up her friends from your boy Black&#8217;s roofies.&#8221;

Ron gave a noncommittal grunt as Earl began to tap his way along the hall.

&#8220;Probably best if you don&#8217;t think too much about what I just said when you&#8217;re around her.&#8221;

 

[Seon]

<snip>

After receiving an alert from an intercepted call between local policemen, 2 agents were dispatched from Site [REDACTED] to recover the remains of three victims under the guide of a local hospital employee. A squad of MTF-243 was placed just outside of sight in civilian disguise to give assistance if any difficulties arose.

Overlord: Overlord here, are you at the scene yet?

Agent 1: Yeah boss, we are here.

Agent 2: There are the cops.

Agent 1: Mooks. We'll take care of it.

<Snip>

Chavez: “The thing is, in this city, medics wear blue. Not white”

It must be noted at this point that the agents were in fact, wearing blue

Agent 2: [REDACTED]

Agent 1: What the...

*gunshot*

Overlord: Agent [REDACTED] just flatlined! What THE HELL JUST HAPPENED THERE?!

Chavez: I think you have some questions to answer, Keeper.

Agent 2: [REDACTED]!

*multiple gunshots*

Chavez: The [REDACTED] do you think you are going?

Agent 2: [REDACTED] is down to hostile threat! I need back up right now!

Overlord: What's going on? Who is shooting at you? Who is that man?

Agent 2: Holy... MULTIPLE HOSTILES! There are 3-5 of them, just pouring out of everywhere!

Overlord: Calm down, [REDACTED]! Who is shooting at you! Describe them!

*aside*: GET SOMEBODY DOWN THERE RIGHT NOW! GET ANYONE!

Agent 2: They are wearing the Black Suits! Protectors!

*at this point, Foundation reinforcement arrive to aid the agent*

MTF-243-3: Contact Right!

MTF-243-5: Engaging!

MTF-243-4: Black suits! Kill them!

MTF-243-1: One of the sneaky bastards are in the woods

MTF-243-6: Got him

MTF-243-2 Flatlines

MTF-243-3: The bastard got David!

Agent 2 Flatlines

MTF 243-3: Enemy down!

MTF-243-5: Got one

MTF-243-1: Is that... oh that son of a- GRENADE!!!

At this point, Overlord has stopped giving instructions due to the rapidly destabilizing condition.

MTF-243-3, MTF-243-5 Flatlines

MTF-243-1: Enemy down, only one hostile remaining.

*gunshots*

MTF-243-1: Got the bastard... but he gutted me too...

Overlord: Is there anyone nearby?

MTF-243-1: A cop... he stood way out of combat. Rest of everyone is dead.

Overlord: Surrender to him. We'll deal with the rest.

MTF-243-1: Hey.. you there, can you give me a ha-

*gunshot*

MTF-243-1 flatlines

Overlord: 1?

Overlord: What happened?

Overlord: Is anyone there?

Overlord: John?

Overlord: David?

Overlord: Anyone?

............................................................................................................................

The cat stood watching the scene from a distance, its eyes a mere a faint and blinking star to anyone involved in the chaotic combat.

Well, it thought. That was how the cookie crumbled. Or something. Human idioms always confused it.

It was relatively easy to create widespread chaos between protectors and keepers. They distrusted each other so much that any interaction between them would sooner or later explode in a particularly devastating way. Now with no survivor from this fight, the commands of both organization would never truly be able to figure out what happened in this combat. Unless they interrogated the cop, and what did he know anyways except two groups of people suddenly jumped each other and shot them to death before one of them pulled a gun on him while being wounded?

Cat smirked at the thought before disappearing in the dark.

 

[Haseri]

"Where do we start?" Sheppard asked as Radford packed everything vital into a camera bag. She was pouring over a map into the too-white hotel room they had on the outskirts of the town. Sheppard had not-so-silently swore to Kent down the phone when she found out it was a room with a double bed. "Bars are usually good places to start. A lot of loose lips there."

"I think..." leaning over to point at a service station on the way into town "...we should start by getting snacks. I get the feeling it's going to be a long day. Plus, who knows, we might find someone who knows something there."

 

[Seon]

Note:

You never really have to wait for my reply on anything. No, really. It's a Story NES, so as long as you have a nice little story arc going, I will not try to interfere.

But if you DO ask for my help... well... things aren't gonna go as planned

 

[Seon]

<snip>

"The Decoy Team has almost reached the destination, Director," the communications men said, looking up from his computer console. The Director looked away from his cellphone.

"Oh what? Ah, yes of course," he said. He still had the cellphone in his hands. Communications men sighed inwardly: how the hell did a man like that gain rank anyways? He never seemed to be paying attention. "What about the Black Team?" the director looked down on his cellphone again.

"They are in position, ready to strike and... what..." the communications officer frowned and then clutched at his headset.

"What is it, what's going on?"

"Multiple threats, sir!" communications officer screamed out. Everybody in the room became very quiet. "Outside the sewers on the park. Keepers!"

"I thought their task force in New York was wiped out!"

"An entire squad of them, sir," the communications officer said, desperately looking at the amount of alerts streaming through his systems.

"Tell them to stand down and retreat," Director commanded. "The Keepers are not our enemies right now, and we do not want them to be..."

"We have Agent Chavez on the scene right now..." the communications officer said, ignoring the Director. "I will patch him through..."

"Is he on line right now?"

"Yes sir."

"Agent Chavez, can you hear me?" the Director said.

[FURTHER INCIDENT DATA EXPUNGED]

....................................................................................................................

"Black Team, Command, can you hear me? Command?"

"What happened?"

"It... seems to be busy..." the team leader said, uncertain. "We don't know what's going on anymore."

"****."

<snip>

A small windowless room with only a single ceiling light. The young girl fidgeted around in her restraints, desperately trying to escape. She had been stuck like that for half of a day already.

It was no use. She was never getting out of these.

"Hello there, 813."

A sudden voice, she jumped as far as the restraints allowed her. "Wha- who?"

"That's not important," the voice said. It was electrical in nature... maybe there was a speaker near by? She try to turn her head towards the direction of the voice to no avail.

"I must apologize for the... restraints... but we couldn't be sure of the extent of your powers."

"I want to go home."

"I'm afraid that is not possible. We are..."

"Why?" she yelled out. "I didn't do anything! What did I do?"

"As I was saying," the voice continued, completely unfazed. "We are trying to determine the extent of your abilities now. If you behave... and cooperate with us, it wil make life much easier, do you understand?"

"What did you do to my friends?"

"They are home right now."

"I want to see them."

<snip>

Jack patted down his new uniform. It was too big for him. That was the problem with America nowadays, everybody was getting too fat too quickly. Fities was the time to be in. Back then, everybody was sensible unlike pretty much everyone today.

Besides, the fashion sense today. Bah, T-shirts? Nonsense.

He grinned as the two cameramen entered. "Hello there, how may I help you?" he asked.

They both grinned back and shoved a camera and a mike in his face. "Hello there!" they said back. Jack raised an eyebrow.

"We are here from the Ghostbus-"

"Ghost Hunters," the partener quickly corrected.

"Ghost Hunters," they both said. "We heard a lot about hauntings in this town... is it true?"

"Oh yes," Jack said. "There are a lot of ghosts in this town. In fact, I was tying my shoe the other day and then my other shoe just vanished!"

The cameramen looked at each other.

"Or it could have been the cat. It was probably the cat. It makes you think that you are wearing something else from what you are actually wearing."

"Right," the cameramen said, nodding uncertainly. One of them leaned over the counter slightly to check Jack's feet.

"Hey, I'm just an amateur in the field here, how am I supposed to know what a haunting is from mundane magical cat infestation anyhow?"

"..."

"Oh yeah, if you really wanna expert on the field of phantomology, you wanna be talking to Annie," Jack said. "She..."

A sudden large crash interrupted them.

"What was that?" one of the cameraman asked apprehensively.

"That," Jack said. "Was the sound of the man I murdered falling from the staff room shelf that I placed him on."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Jack said. "I'm just joking, just joking."

"Oh, hahahahahaha..."

"I think we have to go now."

"You won't buy anything? You scoundrel!" Jack said. "Oh well, here's a gift for you for putting our town on the map!"

He pulled something out from under the counter and handed it to them. As the cameramen walked out, he couldn't help but wonder why the convenience store would stock up on full body tights.

 

[Grandkhan]

I, personally, am waiting for The_Tyrant, so that Alan can run around like a headless chicken in the Opera house getting chased by Protectors.

On that note, Seon, and everybody else, does anyone mind if I take Jyeongmin and Jack's reality-bender friend and use them as NPCs in Alan's plotline?

 

[Nuka-sama]

drip&#8230;.drip&#8230;.drip&#8230;.drops falling onto the lake, and from that lake, is her emergence

Garret could barely believe what had happened. Chavez had called him down, and then those&#8230;Keepers?... did something to freak him out. All the sudden Chavez pulled a gun on them, and men with military grade weapons were shooting at one another. Twenty minutes tops. The witness was gone. So were the burned body parts. A police siren went off, and helicopters were circling overhead. Good, thought Garret Let Law and Order handle this. But then again&#8230;wasn&#8217;t Chavez &#8220;Law and Order&#8221;? Weren&#8217;t those medics &#8220;Law and Order&#8221;? Garret had no idea what was going on, but it was quite clear that government workers might not be the safest people to be around. Taking one last look around, he bolted.

As he was walking out, he went to a bus stop, and went to get his ticket, but then realized he had left his jacket, and with it, his wallet. [REDACTED] he thought. There was no way he could go back&#8230;.the police WOULD find him. [REDACTED], how the hell could I make that mistake?. He walked several blocks, and entered a building near his own apartment. He went to the fourth floor, and saw to his dismay that a patrol car was parked outside of his apartment. Frustrated, he pulled out his cellphone, and dialed one of the few numbers he had. &#8220;General Nelson? I need a favor&#8221;

 

[merciary]

OOC: Wasn't Eleanor 813 or is that another anomaly that happens to be a recently captured young girl?

 

[Seon]

OOC: Wasn't Eleanor 813 or is that another anomaly that happens to be a recently captured young girl?

It is 813.

I deny everything, copper.