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Warrior in the Shadows
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Veilsight
Date: Monday May 22nd, 2017
The room was barely lit but within it and reflecting off the the marble walls one could see large table with seating running down it on either side. Yet not all of the seats were filled at this time. The ones that were, it was hard to tell who was sitting in each of them but that didn't matter. They all knew their place, their jobs, and that they were not to touch the head of the table. That place was reserved for one person and one person alone.
Nails drummed on the dark wood finish, pail skin that looked like it had started the first signs of creping. Tissue paper forming along the surface of once young and nubile flesh. Nails, long and ovaled were painted in a deep crimson as they rapt on the surface. Clicking away in staccato with each tap.
"What the hell was she thinking?" a cold voice said in a low tone. It was like ice cracking under pressure on a lake the way it came out. No one answered. "This jeopardizes everything."
"Perhaps it is time to fall back into the shadows until things calm down," one said sitting further down the table.
"Agreed. This will blow over, there is no connection. We shouldn't make one," another added.
The nails disappeared into the shadows before a single gun blast went off, the flash from the barrel seen from the darkness and the sound of it hitting stone echoing out in the room. "No, we take care of this and we take care of it now."
"And where do we start?" a third asked.
"I already have, we have someone on the inside," a forth answered.
A man came out of the shadows, carrying a stack of folders. Slowly he distributed them to each of those sitting there. "Take them out, all of them," the cold voice ordered. There was no argument. An order had been given and they followed it. The last folder was placed in front of the head of the table and the thin fingers slowly opened it, a list of names, information on each of them. They were now on the list.
Even though so many are now being hunted, there are still bodies that have had no Justice laid out on slabs. Maybe, just maybe figuring out what happened or what will happen to their killers will keep you safe. Then again, it just might take you deeper down the rabbi hole.
Case file 7354-DW-592 - Alicia Gonzalez and Lorna Dunn: Case Open - Homicide - Assigned to Detective Johnson
Case file 7353-JQ-889 - Stephanie Gretchen: Case Open - Assault - Death from infection - Assigned for some beat cop in the 23rd precinct
Case file 5461-LX-115 - David Lawson & Lance Clemins: Case Closed - Murder/Manslaughter - Case Reopened by FBI Agent Marc Tinder - Feds have jurisdiction granted by Supreme Court Justice Zatara Lyo
Case file 3545-FJ-657 - Randel Harding: Case Open - Murder - Assigned to some homicide detective in the Deadlight District. Orderly at Justice Asylum murdered by Jaina Sarbye - Charges will most likely involve Insanity Plea
Case file 3545-FJ-657B - Felix Hausten: Case Open - Assault with intent to kill - Same homicide detective. Stabbed in the eye by a crayon
MSS Private Jet: Tasha kept silent as she listened to Caesar explain, well partially explain. The way he left it off left perhaps more questions than there had been to start with. Looking back down at her meal she ate slowly, figuring it was better to leave things alone than to press the matter. She managed to eat about half her meal before she pushed the tray away and asked for the stewardess to take it.
Resting back in her seat the doctor got comfortable, curling up slightly under her coat. She hadn't even realized that she had drifted off to sleep when the stewardess was shaking her shoulder a bit to rouse her. Natasha opened her eyes and gave the woman a perplexed look, that was until it was explained to her that they were about to start the descent for landing in Monterrey. Rubbing her eyes, she sat up and put her seatbelt back on.
"We should be landing in about fifteen minutes," the stewardess told Caesar before she started her rounds collecting the last of the glasses and such from drinks and snacks during the flight.
Justice Airport: By the time the crew from Seattle made it down to the baggage claim area the rest of the passengers that had been on the flight had cleared their stuff away and were gone. Whether everyone that had been on the flight was gone because the crew had gotten off the flight last or because the crew gave the rest of the passengers the heebeegeebees was up for debate. Either way, they were gone and the only luggage left on the carousel was theirs. It was time grab their shit and go, least there was no line to wait in.
Zoie's Farm: Zoie threw her hands up. She looked vexed but it was obvious that it wasn't directed at Mali and her question, the look she shot her brother spoke volumes. Marc too seemed a bit lost to what was going on. Maybe not as much as Mali was but he was wondering where the dots connected and just what the two siblings were getting at.
Relic sighed a bit as he looked between Mali and Marc. Taking a moment, he figured it was time to fill them in on the unspoken words between him and his sister. He sat there and explained that with what they had found so far about Proserpine he figured that the girl in the picture was Valentine as a child and since he knew that Barney Ross had a redacted file, maybe the girl did too. Thing was though there were files out there, somewhere, that were not redacted. What better place to start than with a Supreme Court Justice that employed his sister?
"So I's just supposeds to sticks me neck outs there and gets killed for it?" Zoie snapped.
"Then don't get caught," Relic restated flatly.
Justice Asylum: It was a damn circus outside of the Asylum. Every news station in Justice and from the surrounding area was camped out front trying to get the story. All save one. Channel Six's Amy Adams was no where to be seen.
Inside of the building things were calmer though. There was a tenseness to the air but it was at least much calmer than it had been the day before. Jaina had been sedated and was in solitary due to the murder of the orderly and the attempted murder of Felix. The higher ups knew there was going to be an investigation but they were hoping it would blow over quickly. The woman was obviously mad and not in her right mind. Any sentence they would deal out would only keep her locked up where she was even longer. It would be like giving a life sentence to someone who already had one. They couldn't possibly think they could give her the death sentence could they?
Gun Range: "Sometimes what we do isn't a job, it's our atonement," Roy said as he snatched his bag off the top of the car and hoisted it onto his shoulder. "Well, let's start small and see if you can earn that cracker jack prize at the bottom of the box," he said as he flicked his cigarette across the parking lot and headed towards the building.
Stepping inside he glanced around before heading up to the front desk and signing himself in. "Me and a guest," he told the clerk as he showed his membership card.
"Licensed?" the clerk asked.
"Since when does that matter in here?" Roy countered. The clerk smirked a bit and hit the buzzer to the gate to the left. Turning Roy looked over to Riley. "This way, stay by me," he said giving her a slight nod and holding the door open for her.
Justice Memorial: The time went by slowly in the hospital when there was nothing to do but when someone had their mind set on something things went by rather quickly. The TV ha for some reason lost it's input and there was nothing but snow on low volume being shown now. The minutes ticked by and before anyone could know it, a volunteer was bringing in lunch. Was it already that time? Did it really matter considering this time it wasn't pure liquids, there was an actual meal. A hospital meal mind you but still solid food. Setting the tray down, the man didn't say a word before turning and walking right back out. The door closing heavily behind him.
Precinct 54: "Jones, you seen Gregory?!" the Captain yelled out from his office.
"Naw, haven't seen him in a few days boss," Jones said looking up from his desk. "Want me to give him a call?"
"Fuck, he isn't answering his phone or replying to his messages," Captain spouted off in a frustrated manner.
"Maybe he finally got himself killed," Jone said, half joking, half serious. Captain groaned a bit.
"Check the morgues," he said before snapping his fingers. "Khurana is it? Come on in, time to get you on the job," he said before stepping back into his office and leaving the door open.