talien
Community Supporter
No Pain, No Gain: Part 2 – The End of Rand
Hammer jimmied the lock to Rand's apartment. The agents spread out, carefully surveying each room. A few minutes later, they joined Archive in Rand's office.
"What have you got?" asked Hammer.
"There's a poster of a woman named Jennifer Armbruster in her bedroom," said Jim-Bean. "Not a bad looking chick, for a bodybuilder. I also found this." He showed Hammer a jar. "That residue look familiar?"
Hammer nodded. "Oh yes, how could I forget? Tertiary cnidocytes."
"Or at least Mother's Milk. I also found this notebook. Has mostly shopping lists and household notes. Rand was a bodybuilder too; there are weightlifting sets in there. But take a look at the weird chant."
Archive took the notebook from Jim-bean and scanned it. "This is an endurance chant."
A piece of paper slipped out from between the pages. Hammer picked it up. "And a map of some sort." He flashed his cistron at the map, uploading and correlating it instantly with Blacknet. A few seconds later the location came up.
"YMCA? From the looks of the satellite image we have on file the place is abandoned."
"That might explain these." Hammer held up photographs of a derelict city building. A photograph of a street sign identified the area as Hobb's End. "A number of photographs were developed, but destroyed through scratching and burning, so it is impossible to make out the subject."
Archive turned back to look at Rand's computer. "We may have more luck on her Mac." He tapped a few keys. "Lots more photographs, but no copies of the missing pictures."
Jim-Bean pointed at the screen. "The sequence of filenames is incomplete. Some pictures have been deleted."
Archive sighed. "I wish Guppy was here."
Hammer plugged his cistron into the Mac. "Who needs Guppy? SINNER? Take a look."
A few minutes later an image was uploaded to their cistrons. It showed something large and pale resting in a wrecked indoor area. The pale object had an organic shape, but was heavily blurred; no amount of image processing could clarify it. The rest of the picture, background and foreground, was quite clear.
"That's the supernatural at work," said Archive seriously. "You're not going to get a clearer photo than that."
"Well we know where to go next," said Hammer.
"Don't tell me," said Jim-Bean, rubbing his forehead.
Hammer jimmied the lock to Rand's apartment. The agents spread out, carefully surveying each room. A few minutes later, they joined Archive in Rand's office.
"What have you got?" asked Hammer.
"There's a poster of a woman named Jennifer Armbruster in her bedroom," said Jim-Bean. "Not a bad looking chick, for a bodybuilder. I also found this." He showed Hammer a jar. "That residue look familiar?"
Hammer nodded. "Oh yes, how could I forget? Tertiary cnidocytes."
"Or at least Mother's Milk. I also found this notebook. Has mostly shopping lists and household notes. Rand was a bodybuilder too; there are weightlifting sets in there. But take a look at the weird chant."
Archive took the notebook from Jim-bean and scanned it. "This is an endurance chant."
A piece of paper slipped out from between the pages. Hammer picked it up. "And a map of some sort." He flashed his cistron at the map, uploading and correlating it instantly with Blacknet. A few seconds later the location came up.
"YMCA? From the looks of the satellite image we have on file the place is abandoned."
"That might explain these." Hammer held up photographs of a derelict city building. A photograph of a street sign identified the area as Hobb's End. "A number of photographs were developed, but destroyed through scratching and burning, so it is impossible to make out the subject."
Archive turned back to look at Rand's computer. "We may have more luck on her Mac." He tapped a few keys. "Lots more photographs, but no copies of the missing pictures."
Jim-Bean pointed at the screen. "The sequence of filenames is incomplete. Some pictures have been deleted."
Archive sighed. "I wish Guppy was here."
Hammer plugged his cistron into the Mac. "Who needs Guppy? SINNER? Take a look."
A few minutes later an image was uploaded to their cistrons. It showed something large and pale resting in a wrecked indoor area. The pale object had an organic shape, but was heavily blurred; no amount of image processing could clarify it. The rest of the picture, background and foreground, was quite clear.
"That's the supernatural at work," said Archive seriously. "You're not going to get a clearer photo than that."
"Well we know where to go next," said Hammer.
"Don't tell me," said Jim-Bean, rubbing his forehead.