[Delta Green] Operas and Avatars: Convergence

[Rhialto]

"Okay, stay put while Agent Andrews checks out the room." Solomon turns back to the civ a couple door away, suddenly processing something. 'I'm with the Press!' , Solomon thinks, appraising the man. He could be a UFO guy. "You Mr. Addams, sir?"

Jacob stares at the man suspiciously. "Why do you ask?" He glances around. "And what danger are you talking about? As far as I can see, the only danger around here is you and your buddy Crockett, over there, busting down doors and waving guns around!" He looks at them. "In fact--do you guys have a warrant? An order from a judge? Do you have any official authorization whatsoever? Can you prove that you are FBI agents? Can you prove that you are FBI agents acting with the approval of your bureau? If this is the case, in what manner am I in danger, if whatever trouble you're dealing with can be handled by two minimally armed agents with no local backup whatsoever? And--" He blinks. "Is there a girl in there? Are you talking to a girl in there? What is going on here?" (If he catches sight of the girl, Jacob shouts out--"Don't tell them anything! You're under no obligation to tell them anything! None!")

 

[Gomez]

"Ms. Allen, could you please tell me a little bit about what Mr. Adams looks like?" Solomon asks, intending to mentally compare her answers both to the man in the tub and the man he's keeping away from rooms 3 and 4.

ooc: BTW, how "very pregnant" is she - "due in a few weeks" very pregnant, or "could start having contractions any second" very pregnant?

"He has black hair, a beard, kinda pudgy." she says. The yelling of the other man really seems to upset her and she starts to cry again.


OOC: Your no expert but you figure she is 7 or 8 months pregnant.

Editted for correct hair color.

 

[Gomez]

"Derringer please." pause Sir, we have a situation here. We've located Spivey's girlfriend, and she's expecting. We've also got us a DOA on our hands, so we'll need forensics out here as well, stat. Should I contact the local Sheriff just yet?" he says into the phone in a low, steady voice.

Derringer says. "If you have a body you better contact the Sheriff. I will send a FBI forensics team in as soon as I get off the phone. See what you can get from the girlfriend. Hum, does the girl seem normal to you?"

 

[taitzu52]

Andrews looks up from talking on the phone, his face changing color by the second. He says, "Hold please."

Brown:[sblock]"Would you please?" he says to his partner, as he reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a plastic restraint, tossing it to Brown.[/sblock]

Andrews continues his call keeping his eyes on the girl. "I would say yes, if I didn't know who the father might be." he says.

 

[Maerdwyn]

"He has blonde hair, a beard, kinda pudgy." she says. The yelling of the other man really seems to upset her and she starts to cry again

Solomon thinks, Well Damn, that doesn't sound like either of them - unless he dyed his hair. He barely listens to the civ's tirade, but thinks, If he could smell what I smell right now, as the smell of death drifts out of room 3, he wouldn't be asking me this *CED*. He, produces his badge, and tosses it at the guy's feet.

 

[Maerdwyn]

Andrews, Gomez:
[sblock] When Rook reaches down for the badge, Solomon catches the restraint from Andrews.[/Sblock]

As the guy examines the badge, Solomon says, "Are you armed, sir?"

 

[Rhialto]

"Only with my zeal for truth, at the moment--" states Jacob, as he regards the badge, "--Mr. Brown, though I do have a pistol in my room. Self-defense. Well, you have a badge. Do you have an official reason for being here and threatening people who ask you questions? Because, as you people often seem to forget, they aren't the same thing."

 

[taitzu52]

Andrews continues with Derringer, "I'll going to call an ambulance and have her checked out. We'll keep her under surveillance."

He hangs up and calls the Sheriff. He starts rambling in his low tone as soon as he gets him on the phone. "Sir? Agent Andrews here. We're at Merle's Shut-Eye in rooms #3 and 4. We have Jane Allen here with a John Doe in the next room. She's a bit shaken. He guy's not going anywhere. Could you join us with a medical staff, if you would, sir? Thank youuuu...." he finishes with a baseball announcer-like flair. He exhales deeply, desperately wanting a cigarette, but waiting for help to arrive first.

He listens to what he thinks is meth induced dribble coming from the guy outside. He rolls his eyes and shakes his head, thinking, *CED*hole still thinks we're cops.

 

[Gomez]

Solomon thinks, Well Damn, that doesn't sound like either of them - unless he dyed his hair. He barely listens to the civ's tirade, but thinks, If he could smell what I smell right now, as the smell of death drifts out of room 3, he wouldn't be asking me this *CED*. He, produces his badge, and tosses it at the guy's feet.

OOC: My bad. She really said Black hair not Blonde.

 

[Gomez]

Solomon and Jacob
[sblock] You both hear what sounds like a muffled bang or knock come from Room #4.[/sblock]