Old Drew Id
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Session 2 (5/14/2003) The Library
Session 2 (5/14/2003) The Library
The library window had been repaired, the doors replaced, and the blood had been washed from the carpet. Overall, unless you knew just where to look, the library was identical to how it had been before the attack on Sunday night. Still, something about the place gave Willie the creeps. He looked at the giant globe in the center of the room and remembered laying on his back, looking up at that same globe just three nights ago, wondering if he was going to bleed to death before the ambulance arrived.
As before, the place was deserted except for Willie and Taylor, and it was still eerily old-fashioned.
“What nasty crap you bring into library? You take dump in bag and want to leave it here? Get bag out of here!” Taylor yelled at him as he set the evidence bag down on the front desk.
Willie winced as he sank into one of the chairs at a table nearby, and tried to calm her down. “That’s evidence, baby, and you don’t need to tell me it’s nasty. I just limped my butt a mile down the road carrying that thing.”
“Evidence of what? You had corn yesterday? Get it away from my desk, it smell awful!”
Willie started to get back up to move the bag, when the front door swung open and Joe walked in. He walked right up to the front desk and looked at the bag.
“See, that’s why I don’t eat Chinese food. Jeez, Taylor, what are you eating?”
“That’s not mine, fat bo--- I’m not Chinese, I’m Korean!”
Joe sat down next to Willie, and commented to no one in particular, “So the church girl wants me, so now I got that to deal with.”
“Get this crap off my desk!” Taylor screamed.
“So I told her, Baby, you know, I can’t be tied down to any one girl.” Joe continued.
“Taylor, I keep telling you, it’s evidence, baby. That stuff might be the same thing that the guys who jacked us were puking up at the hospital” Willie was rubbing his temples, but the headache was already well on its way now.
“So then she starts bawling, and then I got to ditch her and get back here---” Joe droned on.
“So all evidence have to sit on my desk? Wait---this puke? You put puke on my desk?!” Taylor was absolutely livid.
“So now she’ll probably be calling me. I can’t help it. I just have this magnetism.” Joe finished complaining.
Brother Cooper finally walked in.
. . .
Willie thumbed the transmit switch on his walkie-talkie, “Okay, I see the power box now.” He was fumbling with a small flashlight and his .38 in his other hand. He had left his cane back inside, and was limping heavily and slowly through the trees around the back of the library building.
“Roger that” Brother Cooper’s voice chirped through the radio.
“Okay, I can see it now. It’s been unlocked and opened, and then closed back…and yep, there is the same kind of symbol scratched into the paint like I saw at that church. There’s a couple of branches broken back here too, like some dude broke them when they were walking back here before.”
“Copy that. Joe is gonna come out and take a look.”
A moment later, a second flashlight came bobbing around the corner, and the light pointed right into Willie’s eyes.
“Get that light out of my eyes!”
“Oh, sorry!” Joe grinned, and then turned to examine the runes on the power box.
“So what do you think, Joe?”
“Hmm…some kind of mystical symbol, I think.”
“Thanks, Joe, never would have gotten that.”
“Jeez, man, and you’re the private investigator?” Joe took the end of his flashlight and started to scratch at the paint on the symbol.
“Be careful, Joe, don’t be a---”
An arc of white-blue electricity shot out of the power box and straight into Joe’s arm. He lurched backwards and stumbled onto the ground, cursing vividly.
“Yeah, I thought that might happen,” Willie admitted. “It should be harmless now though. You okay?”
Joe stood up, grabbed his flashlight, brushed himself off, and stormed back towards the front of the library. Smiling, Willie followed shortly behind him.
Session 2 (5/14/2003) The Library
The library window had been repaired, the doors replaced, and the blood had been washed from the carpet. Overall, unless you knew just where to look, the library was identical to how it had been before the attack on Sunday night. Still, something about the place gave Willie the creeps. He looked at the giant globe in the center of the room and remembered laying on his back, looking up at that same globe just three nights ago, wondering if he was going to bleed to death before the ambulance arrived.
As before, the place was deserted except for Willie and Taylor, and it was still eerily old-fashioned.
“What nasty crap you bring into library? You take dump in bag and want to leave it here? Get bag out of here!” Taylor yelled at him as he set the evidence bag down on the front desk.
Willie winced as he sank into one of the chairs at a table nearby, and tried to calm her down. “That’s evidence, baby, and you don’t need to tell me it’s nasty. I just limped my butt a mile down the road carrying that thing.”
“Evidence of what? You had corn yesterday? Get it away from my desk, it smell awful!”
Willie started to get back up to move the bag, when the front door swung open and Joe walked in. He walked right up to the front desk and looked at the bag.
“See, that’s why I don’t eat Chinese food. Jeez, Taylor, what are you eating?”
“That’s not mine, fat bo--- I’m not Chinese, I’m Korean!”
Joe sat down next to Willie, and commented to no one in particular, “So the church girl wants me, so now I got that to deal with.”
“Get this crap off my desk!” Taylor screamed.
“So I told her, Baby, you know, I can’t be tied down to any one girl.” Joe continued.
“Taylor, I keep telling you, it’s evidence, baby. That stuff might be the same thing that the guys who jacked us were puking up at the hospital” Willie was rubbing his temples, but the headache was already well on its way now.
“So then she starts bawling, and then I got to ditch her and get back here---” Joe droned on.
“So all evidence have to sit on my desk? Wait---this puke? You put puke on my desk?!” Taylor was absolutely livid.
“So now she’ll probably be calling me. I can’t help it. I just have this magnetism.” Joe finished complaining.
Brother Cooper finally walked in.
. . .
Willie thumbed the transmit switch on his walkie-talkie, “Okay, I see the power box now.” He was fumbling with a small flashlight and his .38 in his other hand. He had left his cane back inside, and was limping heavily and slowly through the trees around the back of the library building.
“Roger that” Brother Cooper’s voice chirped through the radio.
“Okay, I can see it now. It’s been unlocked and opened, and then closed back…and yep, there is the same kind of symbol scratched into the paint like I saw at that church. There’s a couple of branches broken back here too, like some dude broke them when they were walking back here before.”
“Copy that. Joe is gonna come out and take a look.”
A moment later, a second flashlight came bobbing around the corner, and the light pointed right into Willie’s eyes.
“Get that light out of my eyes!”
“Oh, sorry!” Joe grinned, and then turned to examine the runes on the power box.
“So what do you think, Joe?”
“Hmm…some kind of mystical symbol, I think.”
“Thanks, Joe, never would have gotten that.”
“Jeez, man, and you’re the private investigator?” Joe took the end of his flashlight and started to scratch at the paint on the symbol.
“Be careful, Joe, don’t be a---”
An arc of white-blue electricity shot out of the power box and straight into Joe’s arm. He lurched backwards and stumbled onto the ground, cursing vividly.
“Yeah, I thought that might happen,” Willie admitted. “It should be harmless now though. You okay?”
Joe stood up, grabbed his flashlight, brushed himself off, and stormed back towards the front of the library. Smiling, Willie followed shortly behind him.