[Delta Green] Operas and Avatars: Convergence

[Gomez]

Federal Bureau of Investigation Field Office, Knoxville Tennessee
October 22, 2005
10:12 AM.

Andrews and Brown walked into the meeting room. A man in his late 50's turns as you enter. He looks fit but has a slight potbelly. There is a slight scar on his lower lip. His hair is dark brown and thinning.

"Agent Andrews, Brown. Pleased to meet you. I am James Derringer, Special-Agent-in-Charge here at the Knoxville office." He shakes both of your hands and then closes the door. Suddenly his demeanor changes to a more serious mood. "Can I see two forms of identification from each of you?"

 

[taitzu52]

"Absolutely." replies Andrews as he reaches into his breast pocket, and produces his ID wallet. A year ago, he would have been completely insulted by this nitpicking. But now, under the beckoning call of Mrs. Green, Andrews is thankful that everyone is a scrutinous as he would be. As Derringer examines the badge, Andrews adds, "I hope that our referrals have come with high marks." he says with a smirk. This whole Delta Green business has forced Andrews to really stretch on his double meanings. Better get used to it, he thinks.

 

[Maerdwyn]

Solomon hands over his ID willingly. He hasn't smiled since getting into the rental, and doesn't now either. When Ms. Green's call meant to him, right or wrong, was that something on the same magnitude as what he and Andrews had faced in Arizona was going on again. The thought of another forty or fifty people dead, not to mention his time in the hospital doesn't have in a fantastic mood.

 

[Gomez]

"I hope that our referrals have come with high marks."

Derringer smirks right back at Andrews after he check your id's. "That's good. A sense of humor is a must. Keeps you from going completely off your rocker. And one word of advice kid, the less I know about you the better." He points to a coffee maker and some cups over on a side table. "There is some coffee over there if you need any." He then motions you to sit down. A cart with a VCR/DVD player and a 21' television sits up front.

 

[taitzu52]

I wonder if this *CED*head has seen anything close to what I have, himself, Andrews thinks, can't wait for Brown to join that club. What am I saying? I wouldn't wish that *CED* on anyone. Two black coffees later, the Agents take their seats.

 

[Gomez]

Derringer pops a videotape into the VCR. “What your about to see was taken by a gas station security surveillance camera during a robbery four days ago.”

On the 21” TV set, a blurry black and white picture appears of a young man approaching the gas station counter, looking agitated. He says something with a pained look on his face (there is no audio) and the cashier stares back at him blankly.

The man lashes out and strikes the cashier on the side of the head with is fist. The cashier’s skull collapses and his head is torn right off his shoulders by the force of the blow. The head drops onto the counter as the headless corpse staggers for a moment, blood gouting from the neck stump. The young man takes a step back with a look of shock as the cashier’s hands go up and twitch spastically before the body collapses to the floor. The young man then hits some keys on the cash register until the drawer pops open, whereupon he grabs all the cash. He turns and runs off screen, returning moments later with a handful of pill bottles, and then runs off screen again, not to return.

After a long pause, Derringer turns off the TV and turns to you. “The suspect, one Billy Ray Spivey has held up six gas stations and drug stores in the last two weeks. First in Tennessee, then in Alabama, and finally in Georgia. He was caught after his last heist; a FBI agent and a state trooper put four bullets in him before he went down. His currently alive and under sedation and heavy guard in the next room.

OOC: Bad rolls! You both lose 1 Sanity watching the tape.

 

[taitzu52]

(OOC- Par for the course. *drool*)

Andrews starts to sweat. Santana....Gutierrez.... His mind is racing. He imagines himself peering over the uncousious body of one Billy Ray Spivey, and suddenly, tentacles come tearing out of his mouth, latching onto Andrews own face, and pulling him closer...closer to that gaping maw.....

He blinks. He's back in the office, and still sweating. He loosens his collar, and says, "Can I ask you, how many people have seen this tape?" Brown knows how direct and down to business Andrews usually is. And he can tell; at this moment, he's in no hurry to go into the next room.

 

[Maerdwyn]

Solomon looks at his partner. He's able to guess at, but is thankful he can't really know what is flashing through Andrews' mind right now. He waits for the answer to Andrews' question, then has a couple of his own. He does want the answers, but they are also meant to give his whiter-than-normal partner a chance to settle down. First, "Is Mr. Spivey from this area? Do we have a good idea of his activities and whereabouts before his crime spree began?" Second, "Did he have any other wounds on his body when he was brought in? Besides the bullet wounds, I mean." Visions of Braverman's disemboweled corpse dance in his head. If he's got a big 'ol scar on his belly, at least we'll have some idea of what we're dealing with, he reasons. The thought jolts him. Bull*CED*, Sol. That might hint it's the same kind of thing as was in Santana. But even if it is another "slug", you'd still have no idea what the *CED* it is.

 

[Gomez]

Derringer gives you each a folder. "Here is what we have so far but let me go over it for you.

Spivey vanished ten days ago from the home of his parents in Groversville, Tennessee. He returned eight days ago, dazed and with no knowledge of what had happened to him. He was ill and in a great deal of pain. His parents put him to bed and had the local doctor examine him. He found only that Billy Ray was in inexplicable pain and stress. The boy demonstrated a remarkable appetite, never hesitating to eat anything put in front of him. He had no bowel movements and didn't urinate during this time.

Six days ago Spivey went into some sort of fit. He father attempted to hold him down and quiet him. Spivey punched his fist right through his father's chest, killing him almost instantly. Apparently distraught, Spivey fled the house and took off down the road towards town.

In Groversville he robbed a Sinclair Gas Station of $65 and several packages of aspirin. He also took the cashier's car and sped off down Highway 135. The cashier said that Spivey had no gun but demolished the counter with his bare hands.

In the next several days, Spivey raced into Alabama and the Georgia. Those who encountered him said he was manic, with no real sense of what he was doing. At the gas stations he robbed he always took money, food, and an assortment of painkillers.

After the cashier in the videotape died in Alabama, the FBI took an interest in the case. I got involved and realized there was something seriously wrong going on.

At a road block in Georgia, an FBI agent and a state trooper shot Spivey four times after he bent the troopers riot gun in half. The four bullets were barely enough to drop him. He was then taken in, drugged and examined.

Analysis showed that the muscle tissue in his arms and legs had been entirely replaced with a strange tissue that, while mimicking human muscle tissue, also possessed a number of non-human characteristics. Spivey possess tremendous muscular strength. but his skeletal structure has not changed. So while he might be strong enough to pick up a car and throw it, his bones would break before he could lift it very far.

Further examination found evidence of extensive surgery, revealed by numerous scars all over his arms and legs. These scars are not visible to the naked eye, as the incisions seem to have been closed with the same non-human material as the replaced muscle.

Now the biotechnology involved in what has been done to Spivey's body is staggering. We need to find out what's behind this before the allowing the information damn to break."

 

[taitzu52]

Andrews looks back at the flashing screen in front of him, replaying the footage, pausing it on contact with the attendant's head. "No change to skeletal structure, huh? I wonder if he pulverized his hand right there." he says. Standing up and looking around the room, he asks, "It seems like you have a lot of medical evidence here." says Andrews. "How were these determinations made, and by whom?"