Pt. VI Let’s Go Down to the Lobby
“Bullshit! That’s not the sound a breaking skull makes,” Harris yelled at the screen, spilling the popcorn he was holding but not eating. He turned to Agent 34, who was sitting next to him and continued, “Can you believe this shit? Doesn’t anyone in Hollywood do any research? Goddamn morons.”
Agent 34 was speechless. She didn’t want to go to the movies in the first place even though Harris offered to pay for the tickets and buy her snacks. She didn’t think it was the right move considering both of their bosses just tried to kill them and presumably still wanted them dead. She protested the suggestion but when he pressed for a better alternative as to the proper course of action, she came up with goose eggs.
So they went to the movies.
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After we ate, we had some coffee. It was still too late for mummy killing and too early for flamethrower returning but at least we were trying.
Sam and I continued talking and then got into some chit chatting, which are two different things.
“That’d be one of the most ridiculous things I’ve ever heard.”
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All You Zombies
A hologram of Holly blipped in front of Wolf and solidified as crazed, grey men lurched about the promenade attacking people in a crowd that had deadlocked itself in a chaotic rout.
“I’ve finished analyzing the binary from the ‘Peace’ poster, but it’s not binary code. It’s some kind of code,” she said to Wolf, “Or it seems to be. It’s a series of words with no clear pattern. Maybe used to initiate a program or unlock something.”
“Holly, hon,” Wolf pointed behind her. “You’re missing everything.”
Holly turned to see a grey man lunge toward her. Her hologram flickered, the grey man fell through and landed belly down.
“He looks odd,” Holly said looking down at the creature.
“He looks like he was raised in a cave. Grey skin and bug eyes.”
“Or a mine. I suspect these are the miners,” she bent down closer to the grey man, “He shows several features of prolonged subterranean dwelling, but his face…Could you stand up please?” she said to the grey man.
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V. Let’s Make a Deal
The sub-basement of Fourth Branch Safe House, Newark, NJ November 15, 03:13
“I told you, I’m supposed to be on vacation. That’s the only reason why. I’m not saying anything else until I hear from my boss.”
Agent 99 shook his head for the twenty-second time in the 15 minutes he’d been interrogating Vincent Harris.
“I’m going to ask one more time and if you still want to be a wise ass, I’ll have to, uh, switch my interview style, if you see where I’m going.”
“Sure, buddy. Whatever you have to do. You don’t want to believe me, that’s your ass- not mine. I already gave you the same answers to the same questions about six times now. Is my face that dishonest looking? I’m not sure why we’re having all these problems establishing rapport.”
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I don’t really like to talk to the police. My line of work routinely requires I rent a flame thrower from someone who is over 300 years old. Also, I’m dating a pixie and I just helped my best friend murder a mummy while committing insurance fraud. Talking to the fuzz is part of the job, though. No getting around – or used- to it.
” ‘Grease fire made worse by way of mummy interference’ is my best guess officer. Near as I can figure, the mummy stumbled into the kitchen and then, well you know, everything was on fire,” Sam explained to the cop in front of him.
She was a short woman in a big hat. It was the smallest hat available (Sam made sure to ask) and it was still too big on her.
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