[Delta Green] Operas and Avatars: Convergence

[taitzu52]

Andrews is thinking to himself, Who the *CED* is this guy. He's seen something but.... He shakes it off. "OK, pal." he says pointing his gun at the floor in front of the man, "You leave the gunplay to professionals and I won't arrest you. Just put it down, give my partner some identification, and go have a seat in room #4. I'll let you have a little debriefing with someone."

Andrews clears the room and closes the door behind him. "I hope that's the last of that." he says to Brown. He calls Derringer one more time, whispering into the phone.

Derringer:
[sblock]"Sir? I have a second issue. We have a civ here who's been exposed to...well to something. To make matters worse, he claims to be from the press. I need some sort of direction here, sir."[/sblock]

 

[Maerdwyn]

As Andrews is coming out, Brown says to him, "The guy's laptop was in there, and a suitcase - thinnk we can get those out of there?"

He focuses back on the reporter, and holds out his open hand, asking for the guy's gun. "Don't worry - if it's registered, you'll get it back. I'll need to see some ID as well."

 

[taitzu52]

After the civ complies with Brown, he looks at the laptop and briefcase, and says, "Yeah, *CED* it." He packs them up and moves them to room #4.

 

[Gomez]

Andrews clears the room and closes the door behind him. "I hope that's the last of that." he says to Brown. He calls Derringer one more time, whispering into the phone.

Andrews
[sblock] "Well find out who he is and what he knows. Let me run a background on him when you find out his name and who he works for and we will go from there. Keep him from reporting anything too drastic for the time being." says Derringer.[/sblock]

 

[Rhialto]

Jacob glares at these patronizing idiots. "Damn it, don't you morons get what I'm saying?!! This is why I hate police at any level--you bastards think a badge gives you a form of magical omnicompetence! It doesn't. You're people, just like me. You've been granted a few special priviledges, not some magical knowledge of how to deal with any situation! And if you start to call me a civilian, I will slap you, because you are also civilians. You're police officers, not military personel. Federal police officers, yes, but police officers, just the same. Hell, I have more right to call you civilians--I was in the army, for awhile." He takes a deep breath. "Now, listen. Whatever is doing things here seems to have decided that the--experiment has been compromised and is cutting its losses, classic black op style. If I were you, I'd check up on anything else it's tampered with. I am SERIOUS about this. People's lives might be at stake here, because I suspect whatever it is may have started with animals and moved on to humans, and if I am right, then the *CED*storm is about to shift into a *CED*hurricane." He slumps slightly. "I'd also like to keep my gun, because right now, I'm the person here who I trust with it, and I think I might need it. Do you understand my feelings on this matter?"

 

[taitzu52]

Andrews points the gun right at his head, and yells, "DROP THE *CED*ING GUN RIGHT *CED*ING NOW!!!!" Obviously, he does not understand. "YOU HAVE THREE SECONDS, TWO, ONE...." There will not be a zero. Seriously.

 

[Rhialto]

Rook stares at the FBI officer bluntly. "Listen, we cannot afford to be at each others' throats right now. One of us is threatening someone with a gun right now, and sorry to puncture your self-righteous worldview, Crockett, but it isn't me. Something has infested this motel. Something unnatural. I think you're going to need every good shot you can get, and I happen to be a damn fine one. But if you'd rather persist in the delusion that as FBI agents you have magic bullets and infalliable arms, then go ahead. If I survive, I'll say your eulogy. Of course, you're making the prospect pretty *CED*ing unlikely."

 

[Maerdwyn]

Solomon, the only unarmed man on the scene right now, keeps his eyes on the guy, but discreetly flashes a finger at Andrews as if to say, "Just a second...give me a go at him." To the reporter, he says directly and calmly, "Sir, we are duly empowered agents of the FBI in the process of a conducting an investigation. We discovered what was clearly a crime scene, and when you approached, instructed you to return to your room for your own safety while we investigated. You refused. We complied with your request for identification, but when we requested the same, you refused, and still refuse. You refuse to disarm when ordered by two federal officers who are in the process of doing their jobs, one of whom, myself, having been just injured by an unknown assailant. How do you think that all looks from our perspective? How do you think this scene is going to look to our backup when it arrives?"

"Now you put down that gun, and you tell us who you are. Or we stand out here and you point your gun at Agent Andrews and he points his gun at you, and we wait for the Sherrif to arrive with backup and let him make his own interpretation of what's going on."

 

[Rhialto]

Jacob begins to rub his forehead. "Listen. I know I'm a bastard. But we are outside the box right now, and if you keep trying to pretend we're in it, that will kill you. I have reason to suspect you know what I'm talking about. If you know about any people who've been--changed--check on them. NOW. They're what's important. Not me. Don't get hung up dealing with me. I'm not a problem. If I were a problem, I'd be trying to kill you right now. And I'm not. I'm talking to you. And stop pretending this is all my fault. You can claim to be the aggrieved reasonable ones here, but you've been loud, you've been threatening--basically, you've done everything you can to attract notice, and then make a person distrust you when you've gotten it. When I first came out here, all you'd have to do is say "drug bust", and I've gone back into my room. I'd have thought you were loud pigs who were a little too in love with their own authority to be safe, but I'd have gone back to my room. But instead you played the 'threat' game, and the 'authority' game, and that got me riled up, because when you see cops playing those games, it's a sure sign they're about to lose control of the situation." He stares at him. "Look at the present situation. You act like I'm making this a Mexican standoff. I'm not pointing a gun at Crockett there, and I never have pointed a gun at him. He is pointing one at me. I don't know exactly what we're facing here, but there is something in my room right now that's been jumping around in a reconfigured dog's leg for a while, and I think that's just the tip of the iceberg. Now you can acknowledge you're human and work with me to get on top of this situation, or you can play the government goombah game, and pretend you're in charge as things spiral out of control. Your call." He takes another deep breath. "But if I'm right--and you know about some humans this thing has altered--check on them. Now."

 

[Maerdwyn]

CED! Why won't he just drop the gun - this is going all to Hell. Breathe.... "Sir," Brown begins again. "I don't care what you think of how we're doing our job. All I care right now is that you drop that gun. You will do so or you will be placed under arrest for failing to comply with the lawful order of a federal law enforcement agent. Now, I'm happy to talk about the mistakes that have been made, several by me, over the past hour. I might even help you file a complaint with my boss later, if you want. As soon as you drop. that. God. damned. gun."

As Brown waits to see what the guy does, he pulls his cell phone from the clip on his belt and dials the sherriff's office, asking for an ETA on backup.