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Post by Francis York Morgan on Dec 13, 2010 8:56:26 GMT -8
York noted Tamika's reaction with amusement, which quickly turned to puzzlement when she said she'd thought only one FBI agent had been coming to Greenvale. He'd been under the same impression... Who could the other one be?
Zach, could she be talking about you? She can see the Shadows, calls them by name... Maybe she can see you, too.
Zach stirred uncomfortably at the suggestion, but said nothing. York shrugged, pretending to be oblivious to the way the girl's hands were clutched tighter on the steering wheel. It was a strange constitution, that made her seem so unafraid of attacking the nightmarish creatures with nothing more than rocks and a knife, yet so nervous when confronted by the sight of an FBI agent's badge.
"Shadows, hm? Interesting label. Kind of like a high school clique: Jocks, Geeks, Prom Queens, Shadows. Mind telling me how you came up with it?"
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Post by Tamika Weir on Dec 13, 2010 9:16:34 GMT -8
Tamika shrugged as much as she could while steering. She had calmed down a bit, yet noted with annoyance that he hadn't answered he question.
"Just something I thought up. Why? Do you have a better name for them?" That and that's what Brian called them. Yet if he was not going to answer her questions she felt no reason to give him any answers.
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Post by Francis York Morgan on Dec 13, 2010 10:03:51 GMT -8
"Oh, no. No better name. But according to what you just said, this is either a startling coincidence or there's something you're not telling me. If it weren't for this-" York pointed to his impromptu sling with a faint grimace- "I'd take the time to question you more thoroughly, but as I said, plenty of time for that later. I hope you're not heading out of town in the next few days or so. It wouldn't look good, what with the recent murder and all..."
He felt the pain in his arm decrease somewhat as the bulk of a long, low building loomed out of the darkness, like the prow of a battleship... A battleship with a handsome red-roofed exterior and probably, or so it seemed to York's eyes, more windows, more rooms, than people to fill them. Zach was urging him to think more on what Tamika had been saying, but at this point his concentration was less than optimal. Aside from his injury, he very badly needed a cigarette, and something steaming hot to drink...
"Hospital coffee, Zach. Not looking forward to that at all. Let's get this arm patched up and leave as quickly as possible; I'm sure Robert is wondering why we haven't reported in yet, and I want to see about this other agent Tamika mentioned."
York sighed, the pain creeping back like a stubborn dog begging for scraps. "Health issues and red tape, and to top it off, we don't even have a car. This investigation hasn't even started yet... Well, at least it can only go uphill from here. Right, Zach?"
[Tamika, feel free to cap this log off, or just post directly in the hospital thread next.]
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