Roudi
First Post
Prologue
Message One.
“Hello, Dr. Hanover. This is agent Jonas Riley... uh, we spoke a few days ago about an Institute matter, arranged a meeting on the morning of Thursday, October 12th. Well it's Wednesday the 11th, I'm an hour out of North Bay, and there's a freak snowstorm impeding my progress. I'm being redirected off exit 23; there's a rest stop here. I could be here for a while. Looks like I'm going to be very late for our meeting. I've already informed Peters of the situation. When you get the chance, call me back and let me know of a good time we can reschedule our meeting. The sooner you can get a look at this orb, the better. Take care.”
Message time: 6:52pm. Wednesday.
Mary Carter's brow furrowed as she listened to the message. Something was going on, more than just the mysterious death of a university professor.
A friend on the force had called her in; he knew both Mary and the prof had ties to “The Institute” and he owed Mary more than a few favours. Dr. John Hanover, History Professor at the University of Toronto, was found dead in his campus office. It was an apparent suicide: a diagonal slit across each wrist appeared to be the cause of death, and there were no obvious signs of struggle. Time of death was approximately five hours ago. There were, however, two things wrong. One, there was not a single sharp object in the room. Two, there was not a drop of blood to be found.
Now Mary had just discovered the deceased professor was due to meet with another agent of the Institute, Jonas Riley. Jonas was currently delayed by a snowstorm. In October.
Mary hit one of the speed-dial buttons on her cellphone. Someone quickly answered. “Peters, this is agent Carter. I think we have a situation on our hands...”
Message One.
“Hello, Dr. Hanover. This is agent Jonas Riley... uh, we spoke a few days ago about an Institute matter, arranged a meeting on the morning of Thursday, October 12th. Well it's Wednesday the 11th, I'm an hour out of North Bay, and there's a freak snowstorm impeding my progress. I'm being redirected off exit 23; there's a rest stop here. I could be here for a while. Looks like I'm going to be very late for our meeting. I've already informed Peters of the situation. When you get the chance, call me back and let me know of a good time we can reschedule our meeting. The sooner you can get a look at this orb, the better. Take care.”
Message time: 6:52pm. Wednesday.
Mary Carter's brow furrowed as she listened to the message. Something was going on, more than just the mysterious death of a university professor.
A friend on the force had called her in; he knew both Mary and the prof had ties to “The Institute” and he owed Mary more than a few favours. Dr. John Hanover, History Professor at the University of Toronto, was found dead in his campus office. It was an apparent suicide: a diagonal slit across each wrist appeared to be the cause of death, and there were no obvious signs of struggle. Time of death was approximately five hours ago. There were, however, two things wrong. One, there was not a single sharp object in the room. Two, there was not a drop of blood to be found.
Now Mary had just discovered the deceased professor was due to meet with another agent of the Institute, Jonas Riley. Jonas was currently delayed by a snowstorm. In October.
Mary hit one of the speed-dial buttons on her cellphone. Someone quickly answered. “Peters, this is agent Carter. I think we have a situation on our hands...”
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