BJ sat down to finish logging in all
the weapons.
“Hey, who’s going to strip search
them and get them showers?” Mojo asked, hoping BJ wouldn’t pick him. He’d seen
more than enough of the strangers already.
“No need until their arraignment,
but after that we’ll take them one at a time to the showers. We’ll let Doc do
the strip searching so he can check where the Taser barbs went in,” BJ assured
him. “They’ll be transferred to the county in a few days anyway.”
BJ was almost sad at the thought
that Nik would have to be sent to the county jail with Traze once transport and
logistics could be arranged. Her small jail had never been meant to hold anyone
for longer than what it took for them to sleep it off after too much homemade
moonshine. Major crimes just didn’t happen in places like this, until tonight.
“You aren’t buying the self-defense
theory?” Mojo asked with a grin.
“I don’t know what to believe,” BJ
admitted as she looked at the sword in the box of Nik’s weapons.
Who uses a sword these days? she
wondered.
There was a whispering chime and
Mojo spun around in his chair with a grin and began typing on his laptop.
“OK, girl, we got a Nicholas
Jeffries, 38 years old, six foot five, and a security expert with Freedom
Security International,” Mojo relayed as BJ came over to read the information
over his shoulder.
“Nicholas?” BJ asked as she read
the information. “He said his name was Niklosi.”
“He’s a mercenary, Beeg. He’s like
a politician and probably doesn’t know how to tell the truth,” Mojo said with a
shrug.
BJ knew Mojo was probably right,
but she couldn’t shake the feeling that Nik had told her the truth. It didn’t
explain why his prints came back as Nicholas though.
“You got anything on the other one
yet?” BJ asked.
“I just put his in; it shouldn’t be
much longer though because I have it running through the satellite and not the
dial up,” Mojo answered as he turned back around to look at the stone.
“It says he lives in D.C.,” BJ said
as she read aloud from the information on Mojo’s laptop.
Mojo snorted.
“If he’s working for that bunch of
criminals, then you know he’s guilty,” he said, his disgust clear.
“It doesn’t fit. I can’t explain
it, but none of it makes sense,” BJ muttered.
“How did you get this thing to
light up?” Mojo asked as he held the stone up to the light.
“I don’t know. I remember thinking
that I wished I could see, and then it lit up,” BJ admitted, knowing how crazy
it sounded.
Mojo laughed for a moment until he
realized BJ wasn’t kidding.
“Seriously?” he asked with a
doubtful look.
BJ nodded and shrugged her
shoulders. She had no other explanation.
Mojo cleared his throat and held
out his hands, the stone and evidence bag held above his head as he grinned.
“Lo, I say to you, let there be
light!” Mojo mocked and dropped the bag when the stone lit up in his hands.
“What the fuck?” Mojo screamed as
he jumped back and stood on the seat of his chair, staring down at the brightly
shining stone on the floor.
“Yeah, that’s unnerving,” BJ
admitted as she reached down and grabbed the corner of the evidence bag and put
it on the desk.
“Turn it off! It’s creeping me
out!” Mojo said as he backed away from the desk.
“I don’t know how to turn it off,”
BJ said and her mouth hung open as the stone’s light went out.
“Oh hell, girl, what kind of crazy
shit you brought home? Momma’s gonna kill you if you brought home trouble,”
Mojo warned her, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Knock it off,” BJ said as she tentatively
picked up the evidence bag and looked at the stone. “Maybe it’s some kind of
new technology?”
“Beeg, you know damn well I know my
technology, and that shit ain’t nothing I’ve ever seen or heard of,” Mojo was
adamant.
“Maybe it’s new defense technology.
The military comes up with crazy stuff all the time,” BJ
the weapons.
“Hey, who’s going to strip search
them and get them showers?” Mojo asked, hoping BJ wouldn’t pick him. He’d seen
more than enough of the strangers already.
“No need until their arraignment,
but after that we’ll take them one at a time to the showers. We’ll let Doc do
the strip searching so he can check where the Taser barbs went in,” BJ assured
him. “They’ll be transferred to the county in a few days anyway.”
BJ was almost sad at the thought
that Nik would have to be sent to the county jail with Traze once transport and
logistics could be arranged. Her small jail had never been meant to hold anyone
for longer than what it took for them to sleep it off after too much homemade
moonshine. Major crimes just didn’t happen in places like this, until tonight.
“You aren’t buying the self-defense
theory?” Mojo asked with a grin.
“I don’t know what to believe,” BJ
admitted as she looked at the sword in the box of Nik’s weapons.
Who uses a sword these days? she
wondered.
There was a whispering chime and
Mojo spun around in his chair with a grin and began typing on his laptop.
“OK, girl, we got a Nicholas
Jeffries, 38 years old, six foot five, and a security expert with Freedom
Security International,” Mojo relayed as BJ came over to read the information
over his shoulder.
“Nicholas?” BJ asked as she read
the information. “He said his name was Niklosi.”
“He’s a mercenary, Beeg. He’s like
a politician and probably doesn’t know how to tell the truth,” Mojo said with a
shrug.
BJ knew Mojo was probably right,
but she couldn’t shake the feeling that Nik had told her the truth. It didn’t
explain why his prints came back as Nicholas though.
“You got anything on the other one
yet?” BJ asked.
“I just put his in; it shouldn’t be
much longer though because I have it running through the satellite and not the
dial up,” Mojo answered as he turned back around to look at the stone.
“It says he lives in D.C.,” BJ said
as she read aloud from the information on Mojo’s laptop.
Mojo snorted.
“If he’s working for that bunch of
criminals, then you know he’s guilty,” he said, his disgust clear.
“It doesn’t fit. I can’t explain
it, but none of it makes sense,” BJ muttered.
“How did you get this thing to
light up?” Mojo asked as he held the stone up to the light.
“I don’t know. I remember thinking
that I wished I could see, and then it lit up,” BJ admitted, knowing how crazy
it sounded.
Mojo laughed for a moment until he
realized BJ wasn’t kidding.
“Seriously?” he asked with a
doubtful look.
BJ nodded and shrugged her
shoulders. She had no other explanation.
Mojo cleared his throat and held
out his hands, the stone and evidence bag held above his head as he grinned.
“Lo, I say to you, let there be
light!” Mojo mocked and dropped the bag when the stone lit up in his hands.
“What the fuck?” Mojo screamed as
he jumped back and stood on the seat of his chair, staring down at the brightly
shining stone on the floor.
“Yeah, that’s unnerving,” BJ
admitted as she reached down and grabbed the corner of the evidence bag and put
it on the desk.
“Turn it off! It’s creeping me
out!” Mojo said as he backed away from the desk.
“I don’t know how to turn it off,”
BJ said and her mouth hung open as the stone’s light went out.
“Oh hell, girl, what kind of crazy
shit you brought home? Momma’s gonna kill you if you brought home trouble,”
Mojo warned her, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Knock it off,” BJ said as she tentatively
picked up the evidence bag and looked at the stone. “Maybe it’s some kind of
new technology?”
“Beeg, you know damn well I know my
technology, and that shit ain’t nothing I’ve ever seen or heard of,” Mojo was
adamant.
“Maybe it’s new defense technology.
The military comes up with crazy stuff all the time,” BJ
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