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Piece of Mind: Thin Air
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James Heard
Explorer
Brandon shouts downstairs," Hi guys! How are things today? Just hold up and I'll be down there in a jiffy!" trying to sound upbeat.
He brushes off any dust and fixes his hair, and walks down the stairs smiling while humming a song quietly to himself.
He brushes off any dust and fixes his hair, and walks down the stairs smiling while humming a song quietly to himself.
The Shaman
First Post
Brandon, Kristin, and Decker...[sblock]Coming down the stairs, Brandon and Kristin see the deputy at the back door, with two more waiting nearby – one of the deputies holds the harness on a large German shepherd that is barking at Decker as he stands near the side of the house.
The deputy introduces himself. “I’m Deputy Walsh. We’re trying to clear up a few things about why you’re here. Could I see from identification from all of you please? You too, sir,” he says to Decker.
After obtaining the requested IDs, the deputy asks, “Do you folks have a key so that we can lock up the house for now?”[/sblock]Hawk...[sblock]The sergeant says nothing, but the look in his eye tells Hawk that neither his first lie, nor his second, went unnoticed by the veteran officer.
The sergeant stares at Hawk for a moment, then reaches in to release the seatbelt. “You can step out of the vehicle. Watch your head,” he says, taking Hawk by one arm, his grip strong, and guiding Hawk to his feet. Leading him to the back of the patrol car, the sergeant faces Hawk toward the vehicle and produces a handcuff key. The steel bands release Hawk’s wrists.
“Wait here a moment while I get your licenses back,” says the sergeant, slipping the handcuffs into a keeper on his belt as he returns to his own car.[/sblock]
The deputy introduces himself. “I’m Deputy Walsh. We’re trying to clear up a few things about why you’re here. Could I see from identification from all of you please? You too, sir,” he says to Decker.
After obtaining the requested IDs, the deputy asks, “Do you folks have a key so that we can lock up the house for now?”[/sblock]Hawk...[sblock]The sergeant says nothing, but the look in his eye tells Hawk that neither his first lie, nor his second, went unnoticed by the veteran officer.
The sergeant stares at Hawk for a moment, then reaches in to release the seatbelt. “You can step out of the vehicle. Watch your head,” he says, taking Hawk by one arm, his grip strong, and guiding Hawk to his feet. Leading him to the back of the patrol car, the sergeant faces Hawk toward the vehicle and produces a handcuff key. The steel bands release Hawk’s wrists.
“Wait here a moment while I get your licenses back,” says the sergeant, slipping the handcuffs into a keeper on his belt as he returns to his own car.[/sblock]
The Shaman
First Post
After securing the door to Gold’s house, the deputies lead the trio out to the street. Hawk is standing at the back of one of the patrol cars where a deputy with sergeant’s stripes on his sleeve is handing him his identification and gun permit.
There are five patrol cars including an Excursion with a large black “K-9” sticker on the side. Parked immediately behind the sheriff’s vehicles are two vans – the first is dark blue with the gold KING5 (“Coverage you can count on!”) logo and the NBC peacock on the side – the other is a plain white Econoline. The klieg lights of two video cameras cut through the deepening darkness, framing the team as the sergeant motions everyone together. He casts a resigned glance at the cameras before he speaks.
“I’ve spoken with the detectives who handled the report of Dr. Gold’s absence, and I’ve spoken with an attorney from that company, Martin Labs. The attorney confirms your story,” he says, shooting a look at Hawk, “and there doesn’t appear to be a crime here, at the moment. That said, I suggest that you call it a night before you do step over a line that you don’t mean to cross. Mr. Hawkins, do you have a case for your gun?”
There are five patrol cars including an Excursion with a large black “K-9” sticker on the side. Parked immediately behind the sheriff’s vehicles are two vans – the first is dark blue with the gold KING5 (“Coverage you can count on!”) logo and the NBC peacock on the side – the other is a plain white Econoline. The klieg lights of two video cameras cut through the deepening darkness, framing the team as the sergeant motions everyone together. He casts a resigned glance at the cameras before he speaks.
“I’ve spoken with the detectives who handled the report of Dr. Gold’s absence, and I’ve spoken with an attorney from that company, Martin Labs. The attorney confirms your story,” he says, shooting a look at Hawk, “and there doesn’t appear to be a crime here, at the moment. That said, I suggest that you call it a night before you do step over a line that you don’t mean to cross. Mr. Hawkins, do you have a case for your gun?”
The Shaman
First Post
As the team members walk back to Hawk’s car under the deputies’ attentive gaze, up steps a neatly quaffed reporter, wearing an REI rain jacket over her blue suit and short skirt. “Good evening! Could you tell us a little about what’s going on? Why did the deputies stop you?” A microphone is thrust in Hawk’s face.
At the same moment, Kristen’s cell phone rings. The voice is Slocum’s. “WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?”
At the same moment, Kristen’s cell phone rings. The voice is Slocum’s. “WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?”
