news. I didn’t need to feign surprise about the extra bodies. Such a high body count baffled me. The room, the basement room I never had the chance to check out. I leaned back against the wall there were people in there? That was an abhorrent development.
Of course, first I would have to beat the wrap for a bombing and assault with a deadly weapon, which also would include a bombing I suppose. I did my best concerned citizen impression, with my eyes widening and my mouth working in vain, as I was too shocked to form words. “That is absolutely terrible Detectives! I knew that the big city could be violent when I moved here from the countryside, but this is too much!” I let my eyes go even wider as if struck a frightening thought, “Do you think someone around here was involved?” That said at just above a whisper, as if I thought the mad bomber would jump out at any second. This wasn’t too far from the truth. I was hunting something and it would probably hunt me back.
Hemy was used to my bullshit, the Fed was not. Instantly she lost her temper and stepped up to her original position. It was difficult to intimidate with such a slight stature, but God bless her, Jones was trying for all she was worth. She looked me dead in the eye, “There was a damned bloodbath in that neighborhood! The people we pulled from the ruble… it looked like a pack of wild animals ripped those people to shreds!” Her gaze was quite intense, she must not have been well versed in the proper behavior when dealing with the supernatural. Never look anyone in the eyes for any reason ever. Some things will take it as a challenge and kill you on the spot, others can use direct eye contact for mind control.
Over the years Hemingway had systematically narrowed down what I was through little tests based on the most common folklore about supernatural creatures. I wasn’t a Vampire because I walked in the light of day, though the eldest of that race could stand sunlight. I wasn’t a werewolf or any kind of were because silver didn’t bother me. I was wondering when he was going to “accidently” brush cold iron against my skin to see if I screamed and sizzled. He was running through all the classics with nothing to show for it and he would never have anything to show for his efforts. There was barely any mention of Shamans in popular culture so it wasn’t surprising he hadn't thought of it. Even if he had there wasn’t a substance that I was highly allergic to, no gotcha test he could perform.
Thankfully ole Hemy was there to stop the Fed from doing anything stupid, well stupider than getting in the face of a supernatural creature. Maybe it was the status, or the nice suits, or that anyone who sets foot in D.C. automatically losses a significant portion of their IQ. Whatever it was, the Feds were idiots. They worked for the most powerful human government in the world, and they thought that actually mattered to the Community. It didn’t of course. The various factions of the Community were deeply embedded in every major government. A lot of said governments only existed because someone up the food chain gave their consent. And really, what good is the massive U.S. military apparatus against a population that was inseparably intertwined with human society and had unfathomable powers at its disposal?
“Detective Jones, a word please?” Hemy looked a little weary and I didn't blame him, I wouldn’t want to piss me off either. Jones glanced at him, saw his concern, and finally backed down. She almost managed pleasant when she said, “Excuse us for one moment Mr. Smith, and please stay here.” She said it all with the tone of someone accustomed to being obeyed without question. The way she said my name made it clear she knew it was a fake, which it wasn’t, at least not officially. All my paperwork was completely legit. On some level I felt bad for the humans assigned to figure us out. They were tasked with solving a puzzle while
Of course, first I would have to beat the wrap for a bombing and assault with a deadly weapon, which also would include a bombing I suppose. I did my best concerned citizen impression, with my eyes widening and my mouth working in vain, as I was too shocked to form words. “That is absolutely terrible Detectives! I knew that the big city could be violent when I moved here from the countryside, but this is too much!” I let my eyes go even wider as if struck a frightening thought, “Do you think someone around here was involved?” That said at just above a whisper, as if I thought the mad bomber would jump out at any second. This wasn’t too far from the truth. I was hunting something and it would probably hunt me back.
Hemy was used to my bullshit, the Fed was not. Instantly she lost her temper and stepped up to her original position. It was difficult to intimidate with such a slight stature, but God bless her, Jones was trying for all she was worth. She looked me dead in the eye, “There was a damned bloodbath in that neighborhood! The people we pulled from the ruble… it looked like a pack of wild animals ripped those people to shreds!” Her gaze was quite intense, she must not have been well versed in the proper behavior when dealing with the supernatural. Never look anyone in the eyes for any reason ever. Some things will take it as a challenge and kill you on the spot, others can use direct eye contact for mind control.
Over the years Hemingway had systematically narrowed down what I was through little tests based on the most common folklore about supernatural creatures. I wasn’t a Vampire because I walked in the light of day, though the eldest of that race could stand sunlight. I wasn’t a werewolf or any kind of were because silver didn’t bother me. I was wondering when he was going to “accidently” brush cold iron against my skin to see if I screamed and sizzled. He was running through all the classics with nothing to show for it and he would never have anything to show for his efforts. There was barely any mention of Shamans in popular culture so it wasn’t surprising he hadn't thought of it. Even if he had there wasn’t a substance that I was highly allergic to, no gotcha test he could perform.
Thankfully ole Hemy was there to stop the Fed from doing anything stupid, well stupider than getting in the face of a supernatural creature. Maybe it was the status, or the nice suits, or that anyone who sets foot in D.C. automatically losses a significant portion of their IQ. Whatever it was, the Feds were idiots. They worked for the most powerful human government in the world, and they thought that actually mattered to the Community. It didn’t of course. The various factions of the Community were deeply embedded in every major government. A lot of said governments only existed because someone up the food chain gave their consent. And really, what good is the massive U.S. military apparatus against a population that was inseparably intertwined with human society and had unfathomable powers at its disposal?
“Detective Jones, a word please?” Hemy looked a little weary and I didn't blame him, I wouldn’t want to piss me off either. Jones glanced at him, saw his concern, and finally backed down. She almost managed pleasant when she said, “Excuse us for one moment Mr. Smith, and please stay here.” She said it all with the tone of someone accustomed to being obeyed without question. The way she said my name made it clear she knew it was a fake, which it wasn’t, at least not officially. All my paperwork was completely legit. On some level I felt bad for the humans assigned to figure us out. They were tasked with solving a puzzle while
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