Wednesday, September 6, 2006

ZOMG!!!
I'm like going to be gone at some military desert resort for like a week. I really don't know what to expect but if they have net, I'll try and drop by everyones' sites.
As for my writing, I got sidetracked by playing Disgiea and beating Digital Devil Saga yesterday. At this rate, I'll have less to post. *sob*
Any way, heres another part to the story I started last time. Yes, PART 3!!!!
Part 2 is below. I suggest you read if you haven't.
Begin:

Ashley closed the trunk and got back into the car. "Think they bought it?" She asked as she handed Kain the sunglasses.
"I know that your cute little figure helped." He said casually.
"Men." Emily sighed.
"Okay angels plus one," Kain said as he started the car, "We are playing teams. Emi, Ash, I want you two to start at this coming corner and work your way near but not to the site. Henrietta, I want you to talk to the local kids. You'll start at the sight."
"And me?" Joan asked as Kain left the parking lot.
"You're with me, we be hitting the local clinic and hospital." Kain slowed the car at the nearest intersection, Emily and Ashley got out.
"Ah, breathing room." Henrietta commented once the car started to move again.
Kain turned on the next block, "Remember, tread lightly-"
"Because they are weary around teens." Henrietta interrupted.
"Right." Kain stopped the car and Henrietta got out; Joan watched her duck into an alley to talk to a group of high schoolers.

The drive to the clinic was fairly short, Kain didn't say much. He just kinda hummed along with the music, which was decent. The clinic proved a dead end, though, because it had been closed for the week for construction. So the next stop was the hospital, which was on the other side of town. On the way they stopped at a Mediterranean deli and got some gyros. So far, Joan was comfortable working with HQ but she still had her misgivings.


"So, what are we doing?” Joan asked as the two opened the door to the break room on the second floor of the hospital.
“Well, if we want to catch our suspect single handed,” Joan sighed, “We can’t attract a lot of attention. So we will look like staff members. Interns to be exact.” Kain opened up a locked and grabbed two uniforms. He tossed Joan one, “Put that on.”
“I never went to med school.” Joan pointed out as she switched her jacket for the uniform top.
“Neither did I. If it helps, think ER.”
“Never got into that show. Turn around.” Kain followed her order, “I can do General Hospital.”
“No, never saw that one.”
“How about Scrubs?”
“Well, we are interns.”
“Finished.”
Kain turned in time to catch Joan’s pants, “It was a joke.”
“Yeah, haha.”
“Fine,” Kain opened the door to the break room and peeked around the hall, “It’s clear.”
Joan followed him out, “Where do we start?”
“Here,” Kain knocked on a door across the hall and opened it, “Hello, sir.”
The man looked up from his book, “What do you want?”
“Just came by to check up on you.” Kain took the clipboard from the end of the bed and flipped through the pages, “And to ask whether you know of anyone who came in without an arm.”
“No, but shouldn’t you know.”
“Interns, we were just told to check up on patients.”
“So, it is a bet.”
“You’ve been around hospitals before.”
“No, just interns. Hell, I’ve been one.”
Kain put the clipboard back, “Thanks. Have a nice day.”
“Yeah whatever.” The man said as the two left the room.
Joan closed the door, “So that’s it? Walk in and ask about a one armed person.”
Kain shrugged, “Basically.”
“Wouldn’t it be easier to just use a badge and ask the staff?” The two moved to the next room, empty.
“Like it helped the police you mean.” Kain knocked on the door across the hall.
“Point taken.”

The door to door questioning took about an hour or so with the two of them splitting the floors. What was strange to Joan was the fact that nobody really seemed to notice a lone intern wandering around the floor and going into every patients’ room; and the fact that the patients didn’t seem to care one way or the other. No one asked her for help, or told her to do something. It made her wonder just how often Kain and company do things like this.


“Does everyone else know to meet here? Joan asked as Kain held the door of the coffee shop open for her.
“Most of the time.” Kain answered as the door closed behind him, “We usually meet in the back corner over there.” He pointed to the area by the stairs.
“I see.” Joan followed Kain to the spot; there was already a group sitting at the table.
“Up stairs then.” Kain turned around and went up the stairs, “Ah, over there.” He pointed to a table near the front window; Henrietta sat there quietly reading a book.
She looked up as the two got closer, “Hey,”
“How’d it go?” Kain inquired as he sat down in a large chair on the other side of the table. Joan pulled up another chair from near by.
Henrietta shook her head, “No dice. Most of the gangs said they weren’t around last night. Something about a competition with the next county. The rest wouldn’t talk. It’s too early to think pay offs, but there might be some.”
“Tomorrow I want you to hit the community college.”
“I hate the college scene.”
“And I’m supposed to care?”
Henrietta laughed, “I thought as our superior it is your job to look out for our well being.”
Kain rubbed his chin, “Really? I thought y’all are here for my personal gain.”
“If it was your personal gain that we were working for,” Ashley slumped into Henrietta’s chair, half sitting on her lap, “then I guess you’d be so in the hole right now.”
Emily appeared at the top of the stairs with a bunch of coffee cups, “Drinks all around.” She set the cup holder on the table, “They’re all the same, hot Tazo Chai.” She pulled up another chair, “I hate when nobody knows anything.”
“We started out asking about suspicious activity,” Ashley continued, “but after a few houses and the same answer, ‘Why would there be anything like that?’ we changed the questions.”
“It really didn’t get us anything more.” Emily blew into the small hole of her cup lid, “Most of the night walkers were out at Icons for the party.”
“Party?” Kain sipped his drink, “Hot.”
“Some swinger couple’s anniversary.”
“Icons, that’s a bit away from the scene ain’t it.” Henrietta mumbled.
Ashley leaned back into Henrietta, “None of your kids went to it?”
She pushed Ashley off, “No, at least they didn’t say they had gone.”
“Not to sound to cliché,” Joan spoke up, “but doesn’t seem a little convenient for there to be a gang fight and a massive rave around the time the arm might have been placed.”
“Yes, that is a bit cliché, but,” Kain yawned as he stretched, “it’s an effective strategy. Both those events are stand alone pieces, yet both are usable for cover. So,” He paused, “yeah. I forgot what I was going to say.”

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