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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4672379" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>See No Evil: Prologue</strong></p><p></p><p></p><p>NEW YORK CITY, NY—Joe Fontaine, formerly Agent Archive, sat glumly in his cell. He had been transported, roughly, from holding cell to holding cell on trumped up charges. The charges started with impersonating a government agent, even though Major Sprague knew full well that Archive had been on Majestic-12’s payroll under Agent Drake. But all that had changed when Sprague took over. </p><p></p><p>Sprague didn't like all that "mystic mumbo jumbo crap" and nobody embodied the supernatural, unquantifiable nature of the unknown than Archive. Sprague was dismantling Drake's legacy, piece by piece, person by person. In retrospect, it was jut a matter of time before Sprague got around to booting Archive.</p><p></p><p>Waiting hours to even understand the full range of the charges, Agent Green rattled off a long list of charges that would leave him rotting in a prison for the rest of his life. Never mind that Green was the agent who had recruited him into Majestic-12 in the first place. She did him a favor by merely lowering his charges to trespassing and paying a fine. And throwing him out of the state of Alabama.</p><p></p><p>But it wasn’t that simple. Archive had just gotten his boss at X-Investigations, to pay the bail when he was pulled over by the police. Agent Green hadn’t seen fit to notify the authorities. </p><p></p><p>Archive waited patiently for his phone call.</p><p></p><p>A large man with a mustache that blended in with his sideburns and his mullet, both arms covered with tattoos, stared at him from across the cell.</p><p></p><p>“Hey,” he said.</p><p></p><p>Archive swallowed. “Yeah?”</p><p></p><p>“They say you’re a Fed. That true?”</p><p></p><p>“Not anymore,” said Archive truthfully. </p><p></p><p>“Screwed up, huh?”</p><p></p><p>Archive frowned. “In a manner of speaking yeah.”</p><p></p><p>“Fontaine!” shouted the cop. “Time for your phone call.”</p><p> </p><p>Archive didn’t waste any time. He sidled over to the jail cell door and followed the guard to the telephone.</p><p></p><p>“Make it quick,” said the cop.</p><p></p><p>Archive dialed Rob, the owner of X-Investigations. He waited patiently while the phone rang.</p><p></p><p>The answering machine picked up. </p><p></p><p>“Rob. Rob!” Archive shouted into the phone, his voice rising. “Pick up, it’s Joe.”</p><p></p><p>There was a click. “Joe?” said a groggy voice. “Joe Fontaine?”</p><p></p><p>“Yeah, Rob,” Archive said. “Listen, I need your help—“</p><p></p><p>“Do you know what time it is?” asked Rob. “You forget that this is my home phone?”</p><p></p><p>“I know, Rob, I’m sorry but—“</p><p></p><p>“What is it?” snarled Rob.</p><p></p><p>“I’m back in New York,” he said.</p><p></p><p>“That’s good. Why are you calling me at one in the morning?”</p><p></p><p>“I got arrested.”</p><p></p><p>There was a long sigh. “You what?”</p><p></p><p>“I got arrested—“</p><p></p><p>“But I paid your bail!”</p><p></p><p>“I know, but they didn’t have it on record and…“</p><p></p><p>Rob cut him off. “You know what? Forget it, forget it. You’re fired. Don’t call back.”</p><p></p><p>Click. And a dial tone.</p><p></p><p>The cop must have seen the expression on his face. “Tough luck, bud.”</p><p></p><p>He began steering Archive back to the cell. Archive resigned himself to a long conversation with his new cellmate. </p><p></p><p>Another cop peeked around the corner. “Hey, is that Fontaine?”</p><p></p><p>“Yeah?” said the guard.</p><p></p><p>The cop addressed Archive. “Somebody just posted your bail.”</p><p></p><p>The guard flashed Archive a smile. “Today’s your lucky day, huh?” </p><p></p><p>He led Archive to the front desk. Hammer was waiting for him, arms crossed, with a big grin on his face.</p><p></p><p>“Hammer!” shouted Archive, relieved. “You’re a sight for sore eyes!”</p><p></p><p>“Good to see you too.” He clapped Archive on the back. </p><p></p><p>The cop at the front desk handed Archive back his wallet and a pocket knife and processed him out.</p><p></p><p>When they were out of the station, Archive coughed. “I don’t work for Majestic anymore …”</p><p></p><p>“Oh, I know,” said Hammer. “You work for me now.”</p><p></p><p>Archive grinned at him. “Oh yeah? Should I charge you my usual fee?”</p><p></p><p>Hammer indicated the police station with a nod of his head. “I just paid it.”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 4672379, member: 3285"] [b]See No Evil: Prologue[/b] NEW YORK CITY, NY—Joe Fontaine, formerly Agent Archive, sat glumly in his cell. He had been transported, roughly, from holding cell to holding cell on trumped up charges. The charges started with impersonating a government agent, even though Major Sprague knew full well that Archive had been on Majestic-12’s payroll under Agent Drake. But all that had changed when Sprague took over. Sprague didn't like all that "mystic mumbo jumbo crap" and nobody embodied the supernatural, unquantifiable nature of the unknown than Archive. Sprague was dismantling Drake's legacy, piece by piece, person by person. In retrospect, it was jut a matter of time before Sprague got around to booting Archive. Waiting hours to even understand the full range of the charges, Agent Green rattled off a long list of charges that would leave him rotting in a prison for the rest of his life. Never mind that Green was the agent who had recruited him into Majestic-12 in the first place. She did him a favor by merely lowering his charges to trespassing and paying a fine. And throwing him out of the state of Alabama. But it wasn’t that simple. Archive had just gotten his boss at X-Investigations, to pay the bail when he was pulled over by the police. Agent Green hadn’t seen fit to notify the authorities. Archive waited patiently for his phone call. A large man with a mustache that blended in with his sideburns and his mullet, both arms covered with tattoos, stared at him from across the cell. “Hey,” he said. Archive swallowed. “Yeah?” “They say you’re a Fed. That true?” “Not anymore,” said Archive truthfully. “Screwed up, huh?” Archive frowned. “In a manner of speaking yeah.” “Fontaine!” shouted the cop. “Time for your phone call.” Archive didn’t waste any time. He sidled over to the jail cell door and followed the guard to the telephone. “Make it quick,” said the cop. Archive dialed Rob, the owner of X-Investigations. He waited patiently while the phone rang. The answering machine picked up. “Rob. Rob!” Archive shouted into the phone, his voice rising. “Pick up, it’s Joe.” There was a click. “Joe?” said a groggy voice. “Joe Fontaine?” “Yeah, Rob,” Archive said. “Listen, I need your help—“ “Do you know what time it is?” asked Rob. “You forget that this is my home phone?” “I know, Rob, I’m sorry but—“ “What is it?” snarled Rob. “I’m back in New York,” he said. “That’s good. Why are you calling me at one in the morning?” “I got arrested.” There was a long sigh. “You what?” “I got arrested—“ “But I paid your bail!” “I know, but they didn’t have it on record and…“ Rob cut him off. “You know what? Forget it, forget it. You’re fired. Don’t call back.” Click. And a dial tone. The cop must have seen the expression on his face. “Tough luck, bud.” He began steering Archive back to the cell. Archive resigned himself to a long conversation with his new cellmate. Another cop peeked around the corner. “Hey, is that Fontaine?” “Yeah?” said the guard. The cop addressed Archive. “Somebody just posted your bail.” The guard flashed Archive a smile. “Today’s your lucky day, huh?” He led Archive to the front desk. Hammer was waiting for him, arms crossed, with a big grin on his face. “Hammer!” shouted Archive, relieved. “You’re a sight for sore eyes!” “Good to see you too.” He clapped Archive on the back. The cop at the front desk handed Archive back his wallet and a pocket knife and processed him out. When they were out of the station, Archive coughed. “I don’t work for Majestic anymore …” “Oh, I know,” said Hammer. “You work for me now.” Archive grinned at him. “Oh yeah? Should I charge you my usual fee?” Hammer indicated the police station with a nod of his head. “I just paid it.” [/QUOTE]
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