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Because of formatting problems with Microsoft Word I have to download new software to wrap up this story's more formal presentation. ... My connection is crap right now, so the guess is a few hours from now for the alternate version of Office.
The DeviantArt posting will have a ton of comments from me in the piece's description. If you guys want, when the DA PDF is posted, I'll provide a link to it so you can read my comments.
... Please forgive any grammar errors I might have missed by mistake.
This is being broken up since the forum can't process it on a whole and even broken in half.
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A Snake Pit of 30-06 Springfield
"Creeek! Creeee-eck, said the alien known to Broderens and Humans as Kneemoi. The floating pink sphere with ever changing facial features and limbs. Spoke to it's trusted robot companion, Unit dash zero five nine. The robot then doing as ordered broke open the door to the main cabin of the Chronoskimmer saucer-rocket ship. Surprising those manning it's flight controls! Knowing an attack like this might come, our hero Kay Shinick ready for action fired his." A blimp of static.
Looking up from the newspaper he'd been reading while at the same time, he's been playing attention to the radio program. Patrick wondered what had happened until the station's news announcer spoke up. "Breaking news another tremor just rocked Lexington Avenue and 2nd Avenue. While no one as of yet has been reported suffering injuries from these shakes. Building supers are concerned for their establishments in wondering if these tremors will later cause more damage than they already have, if they continue. Now back to Tomorrow Worlds sponsored by Wonder Rat Poison. Remember if the rats survive this poison that's a wonder. Refunds available only if you can prove we didn't kill it."
After a pause the radio show continued as if the interruption had never happened. The sounds of a battle where taking place within the fictitious rocket ship named the Chronoskimmer. Shouting from Captain Kay and episode changing sidekicks as they fought against Kneemoi's alien allies who were just as hostile as the Unit robots, always ready to kill. Various sounds of things banging and clunking too in the midst of battle. Some banging happening rather loudly Patrick noted. Then came another interruption.
"You're nearer to it than I am, Patrick. Could you get the door please?" Jocelyn asked from another room, elsewhere in the apartment they also treated as a business practice. Patrick assumed likely she was in the area of it she'd personally decided to use for study.
Turning the volume down on the radio, he blushed at his mistake of hearing. As he looked again to the newspaper he'd been holding after wiping sweat from his brow. Rereading the title of the article which had struck his attention to worry. The announcement which had interrupted one of the programs he enjoyed listening to. It adding to the growing concern he'd had building for days. Both had finally rattled him too much to ignore. He had to do something.
While he turned off the radio and started getting up from the chair he'd been in. Jocelyn, his long time friend and co-worker was busy briskly walking passed the open doorway to where he was. He didn't even need to see her face. He knew her that well. She was upset and clearly he'd taken too long in acting to get the door.
Quickly pulling open the door leading to out the hallway, Jocelyn also made just as fast a note of the person standing in front of her now. Standing in the hallway was a man in a decorated military uniform. Wanting to show her powers of observation and deduction at work. A good thing to do if this man was only considering hiring but had not made up his mind yet. This would maybe impress him. If he'd already made the decision to hire, then it would be confirmed icing on the cake for him of her skills. Before he could open his mouth she question stated, "General?"
Extending a hand to shake with his greeter, the military officer replied. "Sergeant Fuller, this is a detective agency right?"
Or her guess could make her look like a fool. As the 78 year old wondered now how badly the mistake reflected on her judgement of assumed fact. She got relief that Sergeant Fuller was of the second sort which came seeking to hire. He'd apparently had already made up his mind. Seeming to not noticed her blushing at what she'd done. Motioning with a gentle wave of one hand forward, he wanted to come into the living room behind her.
Moving into the room, beyond the lady detective who had stepped aside right after he'd made his statement of wanting to step in. The sergeant looked to be taking in the feel of the place with mild amused fascination. Having seen that look before on earlier clients. Jocelyn voiced, "ACME, and we try."
Turning to face her with a concerned look on his face combined with quizzical in the arching of an eyebrow. He asked, "you aren't officially recognized correct? Not fully in league with offical city recordings & business records?"
Knowing something was clearly up and if it's funny business, what sort could the sergeant be possibly doing? Motioning for him to take a seat in the nicest chair of the room. The one while never voiced to company at least not company in ACME's employ. Both she and Patrick used with the intent of trying to impress clients. An item of luxury as far as they saw it. Mahogany framing and padded leather encased cushions. It had been purchased many years ago on a whim of indulgence after having solved a case which had been hard to deal with but had paid in the end lavishly.
Settling into the chair, Fuller flicked his eyes around his surroundings once more and asked. "Is this an office or home?"
Taking a seat herself but on top an ottoman near by, Jocelyn answered. "Home but it doubles as an office. But what you want isn't offical correct? Why is that?"
Feeling a further elaboration should be given, she then added to her commenting. "ACME is simply not only because a business license hasn't been filed for it."
Having accepted information given. Now Fuller was ready to get to business, the reason he'd come to her, to them. He did still wonder why he only saw one employee in front of him. Surely with what he'd been told coming to him second hand, the agency had more than just one woman in it's employ. Or maybe she wasn't an active detective, only a representative to dispense information and handle odd jobs? Like maybe she was the front for the real workers? Ready to better engage in needed conversation, he stated. "I work for Fort Sherman and there is a problem, Ms?"
"Deyriès," Jocelyn replied, just a touch annoyed by the question. She knew he hadn't found the ACME Detective Agency though what was forced presentation in the white pages, now. Otherwise he'd guess either her last name or Patrick's. The listing was present in the phone book but not as preferred. Not a recognized business and as so exempt from being allowed in the proper yellow pages. It's listing reading:
ACME J. Deyriès & P. Gardener Agency: 555-2460
He'd better speak with the real person soon. Deyriès seeming miffed at just saying her last name. He'd pressed a button without realizing it. In observation beyond her face she seemed to have other buttons too but he felt unsure of that. Some form of prosthesis on her right hand and forearm? Not a glove he was almost sure. It appeared to have buttons on some of it's knuckles. Attempting to steer the conversation away from her, he queried. "I guess it's your husband that handles the cases?"
Having been listening to his friend and their guest talking near by in the largest room of apartment. Patrick proceeded to roll his eyes, before rolling up the newspaper he'd started to read it's other contents to. To get up and make his way into the room they were in. Already a familiar explanation was coming from Jocelyn in response to Fuller's question. "I'm not married. Both Patrick and I, we both take cases."
Stunned at the information she'd just told him. The Sergeant replied, "but the possible danger Ms. Deyriès?!"
"I can handle any sort of case you can throw at me and something tells me whatever is happening with Fort Sherman is a doozy." Not something she'd said in the past but similar sounding words had been uttered by her many times before. She'd proven her ability to handle tough situations before, some of them even with military present but not recently. While Sergeant Fuller was new to her acquaintance, she'd heard the name Fort Sherman before. She and Patrick had also visited Fort Bragg working a case. Also with added company while working, had visited Vimy Ridge, France a few days away from rumored battle to come, years back. That had ended with success but she'd never admit to Fuller. The rumor which had turned out to be true, that while there she couldn't wait to leave the region out of fear.
Having entered the room, Patrick chose to lean himself against the door frame leading to the hallway and to look at Fuller expectantly. To place himself into the conversation, he pointed out. "I could hear everything from what you'd call my office, Sergeant."
The Sergeant knew now he had start relaying the matter of why he'd come to them. "The Fort's problem. We're some how loosing our shipments. Weapons and ammo we receive from the factories to then ... it's our job to make sure that's escorted safely overseas to our forces. We're getting our shipments in but they vanish before we ship them out. An interceptor within the ranks ..."
Putting his head in his hands, Fuller continued. "Because of the nature of the crime. Not knowing who or how many whos at the Fort are helping commit this act. Because it feels like an embarrassment to my name and those higher than me that know of this. Now you can put aside any suspicions you might have towards me of wanting you to do an unscrupulous act in when I asked about ACME's stance on records."
Not hard to see a solution here, Jocelyn pointed out. "We can always not create a lasting file on this."
"But we will expect to be paid nicely for it." Patrick said, making his mark on the work in question of them taking it.
Further stunned, Fuller looked to Patrick in disbelief as to his questionable professionalism. Sizing him up as if the man were a new member of staff or recruit straight out of boot camp. This person in the doorway didn't look to be the age one would still be making jokes at, of any immaturity being a thing of the distant past. He looked to be about as old as the woman sitting near by. Breaking the officer's train of thought, Jocelyn commented. "We only ask a standard fee for services rendered.
"Agreed," Fuller said relieved as he got up from the chair he'd been in. Then directing his attention to the lady again, he added. "Anything you or the gentleman needs. Just ring me at the Fort and I'll make sure it happens. Anything which helps you investigate the case you understand?"
Up from the ottoman and keeping pace with the guest. Jocelyn opened the door he'd entered through, and added in reply to his question. "I do."
Pocketing his hands & walking to his partner, meeting Jocelyn at the door. Looking none as if his comment to the Sergeant wasn't a bad suggestion. Patrick made momentary note of it before moving on to a different matter of discussion. "We could use a better presentation here. ACME doesn't have to and shouldn't really look like all it is. That being a home with minor touches of a police station's more formal office. Extra money would help that. Also before I leap into this case, mind if I take care of something non-criminal?"
Giving a grin at him before starting for the nearest window of the room, which faced towards the street. Jocelyn commented and then questioned. "If we had more help right now we could justify charging Sergeant Fuller a higher rate. But I'm not going to do that simply to spruce up the look of our formality. Also what non-criminal matter? I have one guess but am not sure I'm right about it because I've been sure you would have said something before now."
As the lady checked the barometer and thermometer by the window, he spoke. "Those minor tremors and yes, I see why you'd think I would have commented on them earlier but I wanted to dismiss them. We shouldn't get them right? No real fault line here and there is construction taking place below our feet anyway. The merging of the IND and BMT lines. However I don't think if it were just common subway construction those reports would be happening. Something is going on natural or not and my only concern is my pals. Jocelyn, I have to check on them first."
"It's 90 degrees outside. No wonder it's so hot in here and I can picture outside can only be worse. Maybe an extra charge to Sergeant Fuller wouldn't be a bad idea. We could get an additional ceiling fan." Jocelyn said half to herself and Patrick, before turning to him and saying.
"Grab a flashlight and pack extra batteries. Your friends are first priority to check on. But after that."
Leaving for the kitchen before there opening up it's cupboard and reaching to it's near last shelf for a set of D cells. Patrick finished her words in saying, "I contact you and we both work the case."
The DeviantArt posting will have a ton of comments from me in the piece's description. If you guys want, when the DA PDF is posted, I'll provide a link to it so you can read my comments.
... Please forgive any grammar errors I might have missed by mistake.
This is being broken up since the forum can't process it on a whole and even broken in half.
---------------------------------------------
A Snake Pit of 30-06 Springfield
"Creeek! Creeee-eck, said the alien known to Broderens and Humans as Kneemoi. The floating pink sphere with ever changing facial features and limbs. Spoke to it's trusted robot companion, Unit dash zero five nine. The robot then doing as ordered broke open the door to the main cabin of the Chronoskimmer saucer-rocket ship. Surprising those manning it's flight controls! Knowing an attack like this might come, our hero Kay Shinick ready for action fired his." A blimp of static.
Looking up from the newspaper he'd been reading while at the same time, he's been playing attention to the radio program. Patrick wondered what had happened until the station's news announcer spoke up. "Breaking news another tremor just rocked Lexington Avenue and 2nd Avenue. While no one as of yet has been reported suffering injuries from these shakes. Building supers are concerned for their establishments in wondering if these tremors will later cause more damage than they already have, if they continue. Now back to Tomorrow Worlds sponsored by Wonder Rat Poison. Remember if the rats survive this poison that's a wonder. Refunds available only if you can prove we didn't kill it."
After a pause the radio show continued as if the interruption had never happened. The sounds of a battle where taking place within the fictitious rocket ship named the Chronoskimmer. Shouting from Captain Kay and episode changing sidekicks as they fought against Kneemoi's alien allies who were just as hostile as the Unit robots, always ready to kill. Various sounds of things banging and clunking too in the midst of battle. Some banging happening rather loudly Patrick noted. Then came another interruption.
"You're nearer to it than I am, Patrick. Could you get the door please?" Jocelyn asked from another room, elsewhere in the apartment they also treated as a business practice. Patrick assumed likely she was in the area of it she'd personally decided to use for study.
Turning the volume down on the radio, he blushed at his mistake of hearing. As he looked again to the newspaper he'd been holding after wiping sweat from his brow. Rereading the title of the article which had struck his attention to worry. The announcement which had interrupted one of the programs he enjoyed listening to. It adding to the growing concern he'd had building for days. Both had finally rattled him too much to ignore. He had to do something.
While he turned off the radio and started getting up from the chair he'd been in. Jocelyn, his long time friend and co-worker was busy briskly walking passed the open doorway to where he was. He didn't even need to see her face. He knew her that well. She was upset and clearly he'd taken too long in acting to get the door.
Quickly pulling open the door leading to out the hallway, Jocelyn also made just as fast a note of the person standing in front of her now. Standing in the hallway was a man in a decorated military uniform. Wanting to show her powers of observation and deduction at work. A good thing to do if this man was only considering hiring but had not made up his mind yet. This would maybe impress him. If he'd already made the decision to hire, then it would be confirmed icing on the cake for him of her skills. Before he could open his mouth she question stated, "General?"
Extending a hand to shake with his greeter, the military officer replied. "Sergeant Fuller, this is a detective agency right?"
Or her guess could make her look like a fool. As the 78 year old wondered now how badly the mistake reflected on her judgement of assumed fact. She got relief that Sergeant Fuller was of the second sort which came seeking to hire. He'd apparently had already made up his mind. Seeming to not noticed her blushing at what she'd done. Motioning with a gentle wave of one hand forward, he wanted to come into the living room behind her.
Moving into the room, beyond the lady detective who had stepped aside right after he'd made his statement of wanting to step in. The sergeant looked to be taking in the feel of the place with mild amused fascination. Having seen that look before on earlier clients. Jocelyn voiced, "ACME, and we try."
Turning to face her with a concerned look on his face combined with quizzical in the arching of an eyebrow. He asked, "you aren't officially recognized correct? Not fully in league with offical city recordings & business records?"
Knowing something was clearly up and if it's funny business, what sort could the sergeant be possibly doing? Motioning for him to take a seat in the nicest chair of the room. The one while never voiced to company at least not company in ACME's employ. Both she and Patrick used with the intent of trying to impress clients. An item of luxury as far as they saw it. Mahogany framing and padded leather encased cushions. It had been purchased many years ago on a whim of indulgence after having solved a case which had been hard to deal with but had paid in the end lavishly.
Settling into the chair, Fuller flicked his eyes around his surroundings once more and asked. "Is this an office or home?"
Taking a seat herself but on top an ottoman near by, Jocelyn answered. "Home but it doubles as an office. But what you want isn't offical correct? Why is that?"
Feeling a further elaboration should be given, she then added to her commenting. "ACME is simply not only because a business license hasn't been filed for it."
Having accepted information given. Now Fuller was ready to get to business, the reason he'd come to her, to them. He did still wonder why he only saw one employee in front of him. Surely with what he'd been told coming to him second hand, the agency had more than just one woman in it's employ. Or maybe she wasn't an active detective, only a representative to dispense information and handle odd jobs? Like maybe she was the front for the real workers? Ready to better engage in needed conversation, he stated. "I work for Fort Sherman and there is a problem, Ms?"
"Deyriès," Jocelyn replied, just a touch annoyed by the question. She knew he hadn't found the ACME Detective Agency though what was forced presentation in the white pages, now. Otherwise he'd guess either her last name or Patrick's. The listing was present in the phone book but not as preferred. Not a recognized business and as so exempt from being allowed in the proper yellow pages. It's listing reading:
ACME J. Deyriès & P. Gardener Agency: 555-2460
He'd better speak with the real person soon. Deyriès seeming miffed at just saying her last name. He'd pressed a button without realizing it. In observation beyond her face she seemed to have other buttons too but he felt unsure of that. Some form of prosthesis on her right hand and forearm? Not a glove he was almost sure. It appeared to have buttons on some of it's knuckles. Attempting to steer the conversation away from her, he queried. "I guess it's your husband that handles the cases?"
Having been listening to his friend and their guest talking near by in the largest room of apartment. Patrick proceeded to roll his eyes, before rolling up the newspaper he'd started to read it's other contents to. To get up and make his way into the room they were in. Already a familiar explanation was coming from Jocelyn in response to Fuller's question. "I'm not married. Both Patrick and I, we both take cases."
Stunned at the information she'd just told him. The Sergeant replied, "but the possible danger Ms. Deyriès?!"
"I can handle any sort of case you can throw at me and something tells me whatever is happening with Fort Sherman is a doozy." Not something she'd said in the past but similar sounding words had been uttered by her many times before. She'd proven her ability to handle tough situations before, some of them even with military present but not recently. While Sergeant Fuller was new to her acquaintance, she'd heard the name Fort Sherman before. She and Patrick had also visited Fort Bragg working a case. Also with added company while working, had visited Vimy Ridge, France a few days away from rumored battle to come, years back. That had ended with success but she'd never admit to Fuller. The rumor which had turned out to be true, that while there she couldn't wait to leave the region out of fear.
Having entered the room, Patrick chose to lean himself against the door frame leading to the hallway and to look at Fuller expectantly. To place himself into the conversation, he pointed out. "I could hear everything from what you'd call my office, Sergeant."
The Sergeant knew now he had start relaying the matter of why he'd come to them. "The Fort's problem. We're some how loosing our shipments. Weapons and ammo we receive from the factories to then ... it's our job to make sure that's escorted safely overseas to our forces. We're getting our shipments in but they vanish before we ship them out. An interceptor within the ranks ..."
Putting his head in his hands, Fuller continued. "Because of the nature of the crime. Not knowing who or how many whos at the Fort are helping commit this act. Because it feels like an embarrassment to my name and those higher than me that know of this. Now you can put aside any suspicions you might have towards me of wanting you to do an unscrupulous act in when I asked about ACME's stance on records."
Not hard to see a solution here, Jocelyn pointed out. "We can always not create a lasting file on this."
"But we will expect to be paid nicely for it." Patrick said, making his mark on the work in question of them taking it.
Further stunned, Fuller looked to Patrick in disbelief as to his questionable professionalism. Sizing him up as if the man were a new member of staff or recruit straight out of boot camp. This person in the doorway didn't look to be the age one would still be making jokes at, of any immaturity being a thing of the distant past. He looked to be about as old as the woman sitting near by. Breaking the officer's train of thought, Jocelyn commented. "We only ask a standard fee for services rendered.
"Agreed," Fuller said relieved as he got up from the chair he'd been in. Then directing his attention to the lady again, he added. "Anything you or the gentleman needs. Just ring me at the Fort and I'll make sure it happens. Anything which helps you investigate the case you understand?"
Up from the ottoman and keeping pace with the guest. Jocelyn opened the door he'd entered through, and added in reply to his question. "I do."
Pocketing his hands & walking to his partner, meeting Jocelyn at the door. Looking none as if his comment to the Sergeant wasn't a bad suggestion. Patrick made momentary note of it before moving on to a different matter of discussion. "We could use a better presentation here. ACME doesn't have to and shouldn't really look like all it is. That being a home with minor touches of a police station's more formal office. Extra money would help that. Also before I leap into this case, mind if I take care of something non-criminal?"
Giving a grin at him before starting for the nearest window of the room, which faced towards the street. Jocelyn commented and then questioned. "If we had more help right now we could justify charging Sergeant Fuller a higher rate. But I'm not going to do that simply to spruce up the look of our formality. Also what non-criminal matter? I have one guess but am not sure I'm right about it because I've been sure you would have said something before now."
As the lady checked the barometer and thermometer by the window, he spoke. "Those minor tremors and yes, I see why you'd think I would have commented on them earlier but I wanted to dismiss them. We shouldn't get them right? No real fault line here and there is construction taking place below our feet anyway. The merging of the IND and BMT lines. However I don't think if it were just common subway construction those reports would be happening. Something is going on natural or not and my only concern is my pals. Jocelyn, I have to check on them first."
"It's 90 degrees outside. No wonder it's so hot in here and I can picture outside can only be worse. Maybe an extra charge to Sergeant Fuller wouldn't be a bad idea. We could get an additional ceiling fan." Jocelyn said half to herself and Patrick, before turning to him and saying.
"Grab a flashlight and pack extra batteries. Your friends are first priority to check on. But after that."
Leaving for the kitchen before there opening up it's cupboard and reaching to it's near last shelf for a set of D cells. Patrick finished her words in saying, "I contact you and we both work the case."