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1_800_hotline2019-07-12 05:23 pm
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Final Investigation 2 - Phone Company (Day 19, cont)
[The second location Mac Tonight drops you off is a tall and imposing building with a sign that reads SUPER SARGASO TELECOM CO. The rain is starting to die down a little, reduced to a mere drizzle. He pulls over and parks the car, but then pauses, casting an eye towards the entrance.
The doors are slightly ajar.]
Someone's been here already. The Delivery Men probably saw your friends searchin' the communications tower and decided to beat us here.
[He opens the door to let the rest of the passengers out--Peter Quill, Peter Venkman, Xander, and Booster Gold.]
I'll be back soon. Remember, we need to find out where they're being holed up.
[And then he drives away, splashing some water back onto the sidewalk. As soon as Mac Tonight disappears, however, you don't have any time to investigate first. Two figures wearing swan masks suddenly charge out of the doors, one of them holding a chainsaw and the other wielding a pistol.
The one with the pistol fires off one, two, three shots. All of them hit their target in the chest--Booster Gold. The man lets out a startled noise, clutching at his wounds before tumbling down to the ground.
Booster Gold is dead.
The masked figures then turn to face the remaining survivors, ready to charge. What will you do?]
The doors are slightly ajar.]
Someone's been here already. The Delivery Men probably saw your friends searchin' the communications tower and decided to beat us here.
[He opens the door to let the rest of the passengers out--Peter Quill, Peter Venkman, Xander, and Booster Gold.]
I'll be back soon. Remember, we need to find out where they're being holed up.
[And then he drives away, splashing some water back onto the sidewalk. As soon as Mac Tonight disappears, however, you don't have any time to investigate first. Two figures wearing swan masks suddenly charge out of the doors, one of them holding a chainsaw and the other wielding a pistol.
The one with the pistol fires off one, two, three shots. All of them hit their target in the chest--Booster Gold. The man lets out a startled noise, clutching at his wounds before tumbling down to the ground.
Booster Gold is dead.
The masked figures then turn to face the remaining survivors, ready to charge. What will you do?]
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The radio isn't working on them. It's probably fine--we can demonstrate that the experiment can be successful without necessarily using it. I can't seem to identify the cause of this, but, then again, the power of suggestion is not an exact science.
Spoke with F today. Says he plans on stepping back and taking a more passive role as a leader, but still holding the grip on the rest of those beneath him. Less suspicion will be drawn that way. If we want to make sure this endeavor is successful, we must make sure that nothing goes awry. The rest of the nation--no, the world--is counting on it.
Someone clearly enjoys contemplation. There's some more on other pieces of paper, if Testament wants to read them, too.]
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... But.
Well. His mind is turning some wheels, thinking back to the radio blasting through the weeks, and the motive...was this supposed to be a mind control experiment and they so just happened to be the unwitting guinea pigs?
That being said, he'll push aside his own speculation and move on to read the other pieces of paper. ]
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That damned clown appeared again on the foot of my bed during the night with a bright light and an earsplitting sound. The figure spoke into my mind. Told me that if I were to continue down my current path, there would be nothing but unbridled wrath in my future. I will not be beguiled by its words--I know that it is there to tempt me away from what is right. One of Satan's very demons, I presume.
I cast it out. Such comments are inconsequential. F has assured me that all the police under his power have been gradually introduced to our ideals and have readily accepted them. As long as they are willing and able, there should be no problem conducting the experiment, now.
There might be one more paper of interest to investigate!]
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[ Of all the things, he cannot wait for that wrath to come. He's curious to see what kind of human has been involved from behind all these scenes - who exactly committed this grave "sin".
The Holy Knights he was a part of back in the day would've had a field day with this man, that's for sure.
Anyway, he goes to read the other paper relevant, curious what it may say. ]
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I've been thinking about what the stranger who contacted me told me after we met in person. I've been preaching ideals in the mean time and pushing people to act upon those ideals, yes, but I haven't taken the steps to effectively commit to those actions, myself. Of course, not all will approve of our actions, but once we demonstrate how easily it is for the problem to solve itself, well...I'm sure the rest will take little convincing. If we could operate covertly enough in the mean time.
Of course, the concern at the moment is gathering enough participants, and ensuring that those participants are of no risk to us. If there was a way to perhaps suspend their behavior through some mechanical means--science fiction is so much stranger than reality, isn't it? But of course, everyone has connections, and people will talk if others go missing....
The paper abruptly stops.]
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That's what it appears to him. Or at least a different time. Still, the words as well as all the papers hold clear implications here and enough of an importance that he's picking them up as well as taking with him.
Is there anything else of note hanging around the cubicles or the floor... ? ]
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A sticky note on one of the cubicles, with the following written on it.
CS DATABASE PW:
deliverus2
...Must be a password or something.]
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Well. That's not mysterious at all. He'll take it with him.
Anyway, if that's all that's in here, it's probably time to serendipitously wander into the Customer Service area, isn't it.
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Well, there's a big, clunky monitor with an even bigger, more clunky computer under it. On a bookshelf nearby, there seems to be a row of files, alphabetically sorted by customer name.
Wanna boot it up and put in the password?]
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Customer service, my ultimate nightmareYep...
Especially since he probably knows where the on switch is. He'll just wait after putting in the password to see what happens . . . ]
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There's a search bar at the top of the application if he wants to filter his searches, as well.]
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How about listening to that call first that was made twenty-four hours ago? ]
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Hi, this is "Dean" from the office. We need you to come in and clean up a few loose ends on some paperwork at the police station. We'll be sending you the address shortly.
We trust you to be discrete as always, of course.
[...Huh. If Testament clicks on any of the other calls NOT made out to the motel, but to other people, those calls don't actually sound particularly threatening, unlike the ones at the motel. The calls are made out to people such as Ash, Alex, Everett B., Jefferson G....here's a sample of a few of them:]
This is 'Thomas' from the methadone clinic. We've scheduled a short meeting for you tonight. We're at NW 184th Street, apt 105. And don't worry... We know discretion is of importance to our clients.
[And--]
It's 'Dave' from Miami pest control. We need you. A client at SW 104th Street is having vermin problems. Try to handle it as quick and swift as you can. Someone else will clean up for you after you leave. Make sure not to bother any of the neighbors.
[There's also a few calls to the motel, though, to be honest, you've probably already heard them.]
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"Vermin problems"? Is that what they're calling hits and assassinations these days? Honestly...
...
Curiously, he'll place in the number 613 in the search bar, remembering a discussion he had a few weeks back. He's just wondering if he'd find something, that's all. ]
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You better get that fucking robot working, or else we may as well throw all our other work in the goddamn garbage! Stupid fucking technology--you said it would be working, and we still don't have enough power for the entire goddamn system--I'm coming down tomorrow, we need to get this shit going as soon as possible.
[A pause. He seems to calm down a little.]
We also need to do something about that goddamn hippie. I know you said he doesn't pose a threat to our plans, but he seems like a real goddamn loose end to me. When we finish this, I want you to tell me that we'll get rid of him for good.
[There's a loud click. That's all for now!]
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...Hmph, just about as tasteless as I expected.
[ They were definitely talking about killing Beard, weren't they? People let a little power go to their heads and they think they're practically the rightful god or whathaveyou.
He's been there, he should know.
Either way, he'll turn and leave, but of course he'll make sure to write all of this down somewhere so he doesn't have to repeat all of this, and waste time. ]
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He'll go ahead and look for any familiar names - anything he recently found - anything stand out?]
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If Xander looks under E for Eisner, he can find some pretty interesting stuff--a full customer profile on one Claude Eisner, including phone number, e-mail, home address, so on and so forth.
One thing that might be important for Mac to know once he picks you up is the listed business address: 613 Revelation Drive, Eden City, Florida.]
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