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[BCOLOR=transparent]December 31, 2015[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]The Bermuda Mummy[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]I'll admit I would have preferred to spend my New Years with a drink in my hands. Staring into the sky at fireworks and counting down to 2016. Instead I got a call on December 29th, telling me that we needed the team in Bermuda. We arrived on December 31st, and spent 8 weeks tracking what we're now calling the Bermuda Mummy.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]All though the name is highly inaccurate. Turns out the Bermuda Triangle is a real thing. Turns out disturbed mummies from 1940 Egypt, can slip through portals and wreak havoc on the people of the very much modern Hamilton. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]**[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]We at the BMCI have some interesting tactics. Because they said, "Hey Simone, you're the human of the group we're putting the mummy back"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Why? Why would you put the mummy back? Why was I the least physical of the group, suppose to out pace a mum[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]**[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Simone most likely will never finish his report. I felt the best and rational decision was to put the mummy back where it belonged. Return it home where it belonged. I felt if the mummy was not replaced, that it could cause more problems in the future if we outright killed it. Simone was instrumental to the plan as our very useful human bait.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Turns out it worked. For whatever reason the Mummy seemed particularly intrigued by Simone. Bit like Karl and the laser pointer. Not admitting we actually had to use it in this case. But I digress. The chase was on. While Simone out jogged the Mummy we were devising a plan. A plan that required careful thinking and planning. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Turns out Mummy's are not the very brightest bunch because he was really focused on one thing. And I quote "Consuming the flesh of power". I think that was Simone. Think. Since that's who he was following. We had a pretty good plan too.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]When the Mummy got close to the time warp, we'd shove him into the portal. Use some device better explained by the person who made it to close the thing.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]We nearly escaped the tragic lost of Aries. And the BMCI agents in the knick of time. Putting the Mummy back into 1940. And another case solved by the great BMCI agency. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]P.S. Fund us properly [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Quincy [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Tuesday January 26, 2016 [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]10:08 am - Second Floor BMCI Agency [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Kaden smacked his lips together, biting his lower lip with his incisors. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Our team are a bunch of idiots," Kaden said staring at the blonde man from across of him.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"I do believe some of them may actually ride the short bus to and from work," Quinton responded. Kaden raised one of his dyed orange eyebrows. Yes, the vampire admitted that he did dye his hair. He liked to keep updated on the latest fashions and did believe the orange color brought out the brimstone in his cursed eyes.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"That included you," Kaden responded.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"I stuck to the facts, no matter how idiotic they are," Quinton retorted. Kaden pointed to the P.S. message. Quincy looked away playing with a paperweight on Kaden's desk. What was the point of the paperweight? A large marble with several different colors swirled into, twisting colors of blue, red and orange. Kaden's office looked more like it belonged to a wealthy diplomat, other than a poor, struggling, sometimes starving BMCI agency.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Kaden's trophies, accomplishments, all laid out in his office. What he had completed, only one of the few in their team to have completed accurate MIPD training courses, and to be on top of his class. He had dark oak book shelves, with books with impressive title. But considering the layers of dust Quincy could see, the titles were to impress others, but Kaden hadn't even picked up any of the books to read them. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"A little embellishment and good business model never hurt anyone," Quincy said pointing out of Kaden's window, "Look poor Simone can barely pay for clothes."[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"No I think he just hasn't a lack of fashion sense,"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"That is probably more accurate,"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Quincy eye's scanned across the agency with his eyes out of the window.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"What about Karl, he needs a new laser pointer?"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Is he a cat or an agent?"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Both, at times,"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Fuck, you're right,"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Rashida, there's a fine example. She's working on research on how to keep the cow smell off of her,"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"I think that's just a racial thing, they all smell like cows,"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"But she's doing something to better her kind's future,"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Don't think the GMA is going to fall for that,"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"I am running out of stuff to bullshit you with, Squid, needs a bigger tank,"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Does he live in a tank?"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Fuck am I supposed to know that,"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Quincy clapped his hands, "Ah Arya needs better schooling."[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"I don't think she'd get it either way,"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"We need to pay for a door Buras broke down,"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Has he broken any doors lately?"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Fuck," Quincy got up and opened the door, "Buras go break something we need the GMA to pay us more money!" Quincy turned back to Kaden, "Now he has."[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Crime Without Direction[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]A Sweet Kiss and a Broken Heart - Case 1[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]January 29th, 2016 - 8:09 pm[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]At night Little Fairy never quite seemed the same. During the day bright colors illuminated the quaint, country, nearly almost European architecture well. At night that Gothic architecture came out to play. The silhouettes of buildings were forewarning of danger. Strange shadows. And even stranger things in said shadows. This, was what the fifth one? Five victims, once a week. Tod, honestly had no idea what they were dealing with right now.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]snow was already washing away most of the evidence. Witnesses either were babbling about something they might have saw. Or saying they saw nothing, and the man was running from something invisible.Tod knew it couldn't have just been nothing. Staring at the corpse. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Entrails had been carefully removed. Though not like a surgeon. It was disturbing to be looking at broken ribs jutting out of the man's chest cavity. Something was strong enough to rip the man's heart straight out and break open his chest. From the looks of it, no surgical tools were used to take out the entrails. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Rough and ragged wounds, bits of broken bone, sewn together by sinewy bits of ligament and whatever entrails were left behind. Blood pooling and dragged into the gutters by snow washing of what little was left. Vermillion gore coated the alleyway walls like a new coat of paint. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Victim was a male in his prime. Twenty-five, the other victims near the same age. But of different genders. In this case he was running. Leg was broken. Tod frowned inhaling then exhaling from his smoke he had lit under the umbrella. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]BMCI had just gotten back from Bermuda. He hadn't wanted to give them a new case. Actually he was hoping the MIPD would be able to solve this one on their own. Without needing to call in the BMCI. It wasn't that Tod didn't like them. He just didn't see why the GMA hadn't considered him for the position of the second in command or even the team lead. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Quinton was a good agent, but he had his own services. He was a private consultant before all of this. That bridge the gap between the MIPD and the Non Sighted Little Fairy Police Department. Simone was a failure in Tod's eyes. Couldn't run. Couldn't climb a gate if his life depended on it. Couldn't use a gun. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Tod at least had some sense in himself. He had solved some cases. The BMCI had come to him for his aid here and there. Yet, he was stuck. Leading a department that could barely tell sometimes between the entrance of a paper bag and their own asshole.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Want me to run this by the BMCI Chief?" asked one of his department boys in black. Tod refused to wear the uniform since he got the promotion of head of department. BMCI had no uniform, Head of MIPD should have no uniform requirement either. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]The MIPD uniform was the typical police style uniform, but the coat and pants were black. No tie requirement, with a utility belt. Got your typical stuff. Supernatural rounds that nullified a supernatural suspect. Or pierced through thick skin. Taser to subdue a supernatural being. Your typical notepad and a waterproof pen.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Tod frowned.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"No leave it," Tod said, "Whatever this is, is still killing one victim a week. It's slow. We can figure this out on our own."[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"But sir," [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Shut it, we'll solve it,"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]He got it, they were suppose to work together. They were suppose to have each other's backs. The MIPD relied on the BMCI and the BMCI relied on the MIPD, what never. He was tired of the MIPD being looked at an unneeded department besides giving out tickets, stopping domesticate disputes among the supernatural, and other such mundanities. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]BMCI got to go to fucking Bermuda. And deal with a Mummy in Bermuda. They had leftovers. Like vultures scavenging for any publicity and attention.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]February 3rd, 2016[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]10:10 pm - Lucky Clover Bar[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]He hated. He hated having to admit defeat. But when he was looking at a boy in black, ripped and gutted open. Tod knew when to foolishly give up the chase. He growled under his breath. Walking into the Lucky Clover Bar, odd little joint. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Had nothing to do with the Irish, Leprechauns he was thinking of Connor wasn't he. And more to do with strippers, horny werecreatures, and sometimes you caught a Vampire or two in here. It was Kaden's favorite spot on a Wednesday. One of the Den worked here on Wednesday. And Kaden often kept a careful eye out on his Den of Vampires.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Still it was weird to see a man, dressed in the nice velvet suit, with an ascot in this goddamn day and age. Sitting in a seedy, shady bar, on a stool. Drinking from a glass. Some kind of scotch perhaps. Tod sat down next to Kaden. Tod hailed the bar tender.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Wine?" Tod asked the bartender.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Red or white,"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Doesn't matter, I'll pay for either," Tod told him, "Can I smoke?"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Sure," the bartender grumbled.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Tod lit a cigarette and Kaden looked at him with his brimstone, hellfire eyes.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"It's boxed," Kaden told Tod.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"I never cared about whether something boxed or not," Tod told Kaden. Kaden only smirked, watching the poles. As woman moved in a fashion that Tod could only describe as unnatural. Then again though he was not that flexible as a person.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Just watching to make sure she's all right," Kaden told Tod, staring at another girl. Thick black, wavy hair, and pale skin. With brimstone, hellfire eyes, "You should really put more forces up this way."[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"We've been kind of stretched thin," Tod told Kaden who raised a brow.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Any particular reason?" Kaden asked, "You suppose to be with Scarlet at this time of night. And you would never show up in this location unless there was a reason."[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Tod frowned, thanked the bartender for the drink and he passed along the cash. Drink came out to be about eight half pieces. He threw a third piece and told the bartender to keep the change.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"I hate you, you know that Kaden, I hate you and your whole damn team. Half the time the MIPD thinks you guys fool around more than you do actual work,"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"We just sent a Mummy back through a portal and saved a small town from population annihilation Tod, don't see the complaint,"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"You have a Naga in the elevator, your team seems to not take their job very seriously and you have good agents like Quincy wasting their time on the idiot crew,"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Kaden frowned.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"What is this all about?" Kaden asked.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Tod slid a file to Kaden.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Have fun the BMCI seems really good at taking cases away from hard workers,"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Kaden only took a brief glimpse of the file, skimming through the pictures and dates.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"You decided only now to tell me about this," Kaden huffed.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Tod drained his glass of wine.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Your team isn't the only team that can solve cases, or so I thought. Now that one of my boys in uniform is dead, the GMA will be all over our asses and the press. So I have no choice, but to turn it over to you. Else I'd solve the case myself,"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Your team was never constructed to handle situations like this. These are Code Three cases, Code THREE. Tod these come to me immediately. Not when you feel like it,"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"I'm the Head of my Department, you're the head of yours. Don't talk to me like you have some higher power than me Kaden. You don't."[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"But now one of your own is dead,"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"It's what happens in the industry, not everyone is the all powerful supernatural team known as the BMCI. You've lost agents before,"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Yes, but it sounds like you're coming to me pouting,"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Yeah well, I am"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Tod turned on his heel. He decided to leave this place before he punched Kaden in the face. Or something of that nature. Kaden didn't get it. Not everyone could be special in their lives. But because the BMCI was labeled what they were. And decreed what they were. They were treated more special. Thus they got special treatment. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Tod wanted a chance. A chance they didn't think he deserved. And this case highlighted that fact. Got one of his own killed. Couldn't solve the case. Kept it from the BMCI for several days. Then had to give it up. Made him seem average in comparison to those already deemed [/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]Unique[/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent].[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]February 4th, 2016 - Thursday - Present [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Quincy[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]11:45 pm - Last Night[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]The first question someone might have asked Quincy was if he was getting ready to show his current flat to the next potential renters. As the apartment was preserved in an unhealthy amount of perfectionist OCD. Everything was neat. Not a spot of dust. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Pillows were fluffed. Nothing in the way. Coffee table at the right angle to be decorative, but not enough to bother him. Bed was made, looked like it was brand new and no one ever slept on it. Unfortunately he still had to sleep. Still had needs. Would have been cooler if he didn't have these interruptions of his routines. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]His phone began to vibrate on the marble counter. As Quincy has spent the last hour, recognizing he was hungry. Forgetting he was hungry and now he had buried himself in the refrigerator trying to figure out an assembling line of ingredients. Did broccoli go with brussel sprouts? For one. Did carrots go with broccoli and brussel sprouts? What made food tasty?[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Looking over at his smartphone, he saw Kaden's name. Should have known when he chose that classic Dracula tune for him.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Quinton," he responded swiping the answer phone call blinking on his phone.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Are you busy?" Kaden asked.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Yeah, what makes food taste good? I been trying to figure that out for an hour now. Instead of asking my neighbor to make me dinner, again," Quincy responded.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Usually seasoning and other a food's natural flavor," Kaden retorted.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Yeah I don't know what any of that is and it's getting confusing," Quincy responded.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Well I am not calling you to discuss cooking," Kaden paused, "Can you come in early?"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"How early?" Quincy asked.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Six?"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"All right,"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"We need to discuss our current case,"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"A new one already?"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"A MIPD agent was killed,"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Well, shit"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"I know, get something to eat Quincy, and get some rest,"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]It was a short and brief exchange. As most of their work calls were. The phone call dropped and Quincy frowned at the refrigerator. Tomato soup it was. Closing the refrigerator door, he opened up his cupboards and took out a can of tomato soup. Ah tomato soup, you convenient bastard you.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]6:20 am - Today [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]He was staring, over a cup of coffee, at some pretty gruesome and horrific sights. Little Fairy was a small town, with trees in neat dense clusters that broke up most of the modernization of Little Fairy. Which wasn't much as it kept most of its Gothic architecture in tact. It was still like a little bit of Europe had touched the countryside of the American continent. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Narrow streets. Narrow sidewalks. A lot of people. A lot of busy lives. Except that for now, it was Kaden and him staring at the notes taken by the other medical examiner of the building. And not one of their own. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Six victims. All with very similar physiology. All young. All in their prime. At night. Something strong enough to break through bone. But something careful enough to take out entrails and other organ meats. Either it was harvesting the organs for a ritual. Or simply to eat throughout the winter. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"I'll admit, not the start of the morning I want," Quincy told Kaden.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Kaden nodded.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Not the evening I wanted," Kaden told him, "You plan on how you want to address the team, yet?"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"You didn't call Simone in early?" Quincy asked.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Kaden have Quinton a look.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"I did," Kaden told him.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Keep telling you, if you tell him 4 o'clock he'll get here by six," [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Kaden smiled.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Made it," Simone said coming into the conference room, looking disheveled and tired. He really had tried to get here early it seemed. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"We need to work out a plan for the Broken Heart case," Quinton told Simone.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Simone nodded as if he had an idea of what was going on. He honestly didn't because he hadn't been sitting here for the past twenty minutes, looking at the photos discussing the game plan with them. Though Quincy watched Simone walk up to the pictures with a curious look. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Why the Broken Heart case?" Kaden asked.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Valentine's day," Quincy smiled.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Why not the Heart Stealer or Heart Breaker,"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Because Broken Hearts and Sweet Kisses sound nicer,"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Getting anything Teddy?" Kaden asked Simone staring at the photos. Simone looked to the side.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"The camera skills of the photographer are horrible," Simone told Kaden.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"I meant about the case,"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"I know what you meant," Simone responded, "I'd have see the crime scenes."[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Quincy looked to the current agency right now. It was dead quiet. The team wouldn't have to come in till eight in the morning. They were here to gather all the facts and present them to the team. The office seemed quiet right now. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Dark and lonely. With empty desk. You could tell whose desk was whose depending on the things they brought to decorate their desk. Some were messier than others. Simone's definitely was a chaotic mess right now. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Still though despite their flaws. They were a good team. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]He sighed.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Let's continue getting the details all down," Quincy said, "I'll write a text message. Telling them we're meeting in the conference room today."[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Text Message From: Quincy[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Nothing too alarming. When you get in today, come straight into the conference room. We have an early Valentine's gift. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"The good life is one inspired by love and guided by knowledge." - Bertrand Russell [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Quincy," Kaden mumbled.[/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]"Yes?" Quincy asked.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"What's with the quote?"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Necessary for dramatic purposes,"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Simone "Teddy"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]10:58 pm - Last Night[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]He was going to get it straight. He was going to get to work early tomorrow. He had set his alarm. And was already laying in his sheets. He was going to get a schedule and be reliable for once. New Year's resolutions and all. Except Quincy told him for him it would be impossible. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Still Simone had done some good making on his promises. He straightened out his living room. Putting away old projects he wouldn't complete. By putting them away he put them in a box that was overflowing at this point with the message, "[/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]Complete these Projects"[/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent].[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]He tossed in his big comforter that kept him warm in the winter. This was uncomfortable. He was a naturally inspired night owl. Getting to bed seemed to be only for two types of people. The very old. Or the very crazy. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]The night was the most fascinating thing about Little Fairy. When all the architecture seemed to get dark and scary. He could be taking photos right now. Of Gargoyles. Or of Ghost. He liked to show his captured pictures of ghost to Quincy. Though he never seemed too interested in them. He thought they'd bring him comfort.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]He shuffled again. He felt like he was missing something right now. What if a drunk man comes yelling out of the liquor store again? Or what if the MIPD gets to chase someone down in their squad car? He was starting to find himself getting anxious laying there.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]His phone began to vibrate on his nightstand. Knocking over a water bottle. His hand failing in the dark limply. Before he found his phone. He saw the name Kaden and quickly answered.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Something happening!" he sounded ecstatic.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Well that is not the response I was expecting. In context that sounds like, yeah dead people," Kaden responses. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Just tell me I have something to do,"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Tomorrow,"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Ah darn,"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Is something going on?"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"I am going stir crazy,"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"I am afraid to ask,"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"I tried to go to bed early so I could get to work early,"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]On the other end he heard Kaden begin to burst out into laughter. He sounded more amused than he did convinced that he could do it. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"I'll prove you wrong!" Simone told Kaden over his laughter, "What time."[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Six," Kaden sniffed, sounded like was wiping away tears.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"I'll get there," Simone responded.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]6:15 am - Today[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]His alarm had being going off for a good half n hour now. Things didn't quite go as they should have went. He tried to go to sleep. 11 pm, turned to 12 am, 1 am to 2 am, 3 am turned to Fuck it. He got up. Did some art projects. To realize he needed to sleep. He only had nestled into bed at 5, said he'd wake up at 5:30. Dozed off into a deep sleep he didn't want to pull himself from. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]He launched himself out of his sheets. Falling onto the floor.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Ow," Simone whispered to himself. As he began to rush around the room. Looking for clothes. At least he adulted in that fashion. Laundry basket was full in the laundry room. But he was never good at pairing things with things.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Flinging clothes here and there. Simone chose a pair of black and white checker pants, he thought they were cool. With a turtleneck black sweater. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Simone left the discarded sheet on the floor and a pile of clothes scattered around the room. Running out of the single bedroom of his apartment. He tripped over his shoes at his door. He slipped them on. Never liked tying shoelaces to begin with.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]His apartment was small and cramped with things everywhere. Pots never used, but he wanted to use yesterday to cook this and then changed his mind. But he whimpered at the coffee pot. Did he have time to make coffee? No. He should use the one at work. But they never had the right coffee at work. And. Uh. Ah.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]He ran out the door of his apartment quickly. Running down the hall in a flurry of motion. He headed down the stairs. Unlocked his bike. And pedal his heart out.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]6:25 am - Currently[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]While Quinton was sending the text to the rest of the group, he was moving between the details of the picture. Examining them. The photography work was shoddy at best. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"When the rest of the team coming in?" Simone asked.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"8 in the morning," Kaden responded.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Simone smiled.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"I did pretty good today," [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Actually you look like you just rolled out of bed and ran like a bat out of hell," Quincy responded.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Good try though Teddy," Kaden smiled.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]And so the wait was on. Waiting for the rest of the team to arrive. So they could do the important work. Catching whatever did this.[/BCOLOR]