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Post by Wine & Wisdom on Jul 24, 2018 7:51:10 GMT 1
"I tried to warn you, you know..."
Darius shook his head, stooping over to pick up the pieces of his shattered wine glass at the feet of the other man. He hissed in pain as the glass cut his hand, and murmured as the shards quivered, turning into toadstools in the dim woods.
"Stay there then," he muttered, as the cuts on his hand sealed themselves.
"You too," he added to the man that stood still before him, "Sit there a while and rethink your life."
Darius punctuated the statement with a nod before turning and walking away from the figure, and as the sunlight broke through the trees, it illuminated the figure of a man... His arm raised as if to strike down his enemy, his eyes frozen in surprise...
... And his body solid gold.
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Post by bondsman on Jul 25, 2018 23:44:09 GMT 1
5 days later...
Edgar's car slowed to 15mph as he approached a roadblock adjacent to Lincoln National Forest. Local police guarded the area and knocked on Ned's window as he came to a stop.
"No civilians down this road, I'm afraid you'r gonna have to turn around." The man spoke in a deep southern accent.
Ned showed the officer a fake FBI badge, "I've heard you guys found something interesting. I'm agent Carson, here to check out the site. Just down this road right?" He spoke in his own rendition of a southern accent. The guard bought it and pointed down the road to a cluster of police vehicles.
"Just follow the lights." He said with a chuckle.
Edgar pulled his car around. He parked behind three local county police vehicles and got out. The surprisingly moist air hit him in the face, the smell of nature fresh on his nostrils. He didn't mind the woods, when he was dressed for it, but the rough ground crunched under his dress shoes; the light glistening off his professionally tailored pinstripe suit, a contrast to the area around him. He looked around, there was nothing of interest in sight, but he could hear a gaggle of voiced echoing through the tress. He followed a newly worn trail toward them.
This is interesting Ned thought as the sight came into view. Five local county police surrounded the area. Two of them flashing photos, another taking notes, and the other measuring distance from the body to nearby trees. The last officer walked toward him.
"Feds already?" He asked. "We just found the body an hour ago."
"Something like this draws a lot attention." Ned smirked. "what do you got?" He continued.
"Well..." The officer gestured toward the indecent.
A man stood in the middle of the words. His entire body shinning as the sun beamed off of him, it snuck between branches. The man was finely dressed, almost a perfect picture of Ned himself. Though his posture was concerning. The victim's arm was up and holding a knife at a downward angle, as if he was trying to strike someone, his other arm out to balance his position.
"We figured its gold. No ID yet, but we'er working on it." The officer added as he pulled his wide-brimmed cowboy hat off his brow to wipe the sweat away.
Ned walked toward the man. He looked at him, the man's face was a picture of horror, but Edgar recognized him. His name was Fredrick Kin, one of the local targets of the CIA. Ned only knew this because he looked over files prior to his arrival. The man ran a business close by, it was known for laundering money for the Beltrán Leyva Cartel. They couldn't have done this though. He thought as he glanced downward at the ground around the body.
A drop of blood sat jaggedly on a peace of grass. "You see this? Edgar pointed downward." He plucked the grass from the ground by its base and pulled out a clear plastic bag from his coat pocket. Gotcha. The thought crossed his mind as the grass fell into the bag, and the bag placed neatly back into his pocket.
"A group will be by later. Keep on your investigation Officer. I'll be in touch." And with that Ned walked back to his car and sped off toward the city.
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Post by Wine & Wisdom on Jul 27, 2018 2:45:41 GMT 1
"... And he just kept coming at me!" Darius continued, before stretching and yawning lazily. He knew the bartender was only pretending to listen, but that was how he preferred it. In fact, he was influencing the man's interest in listening to him to pretty much nothing.
"Anyhow... I think its past time that I checked on him. Thanks." He said, and with that, he struck out back towards the forest.
I knew I waited too long, Darius thought as he gazed out at the police barricade. The bar was not too far away from the woods and it had only been a few minutes since he had left it.
Ah well, time to graduate from the academy right quick.
He thought, as his appearance shifted quickly to that of a generic policeman. He borrowed facial features from various cops that he saw, adjusting them slightly as he approached and could see them better.
After the disguise was complete, he simply passed by them, lessening their curiosity and increasing their trust.
When he arrived at the gilded man, he simply tapped him and he quickly became his old self again.
After that, he'd be sure to create hallucinations for just the man that had attacked him. Any one he tried to tell his story to would appear to be laughing at him.
And the descriptions he gave, he would alter to be very generic. Average height, build, etc.
Maybe then, he'd learn his lesson.
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Post by bondsman on Jul 27, 2018 3:35:23 GMT 1
Ned picked up the peace of grass and put it in his pocket. He was focusing on the ground around the man as he picked it, scanning for other clues. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary, and the photos would show him how the ground was orientated before the officers started to tread on it.
Edgar stood up slowly. The gold figure in front of him suddenly burst into life. The gold vanished, freed the mans limbs, it let his attacking hand come down in a swift jerking motion toward Ned. Years of reflexes kicked in as Edgar raised his left arm in defense. His forearm reflected the blow as Ned swept his left leg around behind himself and pulled the attackers head down with his right. The result was a surprised, rather confused, man that ended up on his back laying on the ground.
...What just happened? Thoughts passed through Edgar's mind but they were foggy. There, rather they were there, once upon a time, only shadows of thoughts remained. It was like a dream he couldn't remember. Did someone just walk behind the gold statue as it burst into life?...
"Calm down!" Edgar yelled at the man who was on the ground. The victim seemed enraged. Ned couldn't understand why. "Keep going, who attacked you?" he questioned the supine man. The victim could only give him vague descriptions. Officers quickly came over to assist them back to their feet, but for every question they asked the victim seemed to only get more angry.
...Ned looked around. Six. There were now six officers among the group. There was only five a minute ago when he had walked down. He could remember that distinctly. Doubt swept over the thought, he could have simply not noticed the other. It wasn't like Ned to miss a detail like that, he was always very careful, his organization depended on him noticing the 'small' things...
There was an officer walking away from the group. The others were all busy helping the man to his feet and trying to calm him down. Why wasn't he?
... SIX. The thought rushed at him, like he should remember something...
Ned reached for the 'officer's' shoulder...
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