Black Monster

At the station Emma stood fumming, all the neatly ordered files were dishevieled. Someone had gone through them, she realised part of her had expected it, had set it up but the destruction always got to her. A slick coldness had smothered her stomache, Pete was the sort of person this could hurt drastically and her stupid munipulative mind hadn’t even thought on that. He was standing at the barrier tape, staring, just staring. ‘Pete?’ she said gentle, he turned a hardened face towards her, she was releived it was always going to be that or tears.

‘There’s a mole’ he said through gritted teeth, she nodded and stood companionly next to him.

‘You did have a back up?’ she asked.

‘They didn’t tell you?’ he asked sounding bitter.

She looked at him the ice in her belly rising in a painful wave. ‘My house was broken into last night’

‘Shit’ she muttered.

‘They didn’t get it though,’ he said after a long drawn out pause. Her attention snapped to him, he smiled shyly. ‘My brothers a computer archetect he set me up secure channels, encrypted and stuff so it was all saved to the servers with multiple back up. Here’s your copy I’m not giving you access to the server sorry but I’m not sure I can trust you.’ She smiled crookidly back, “I wouldn’t trust me either if I were you but that is amazing.”

‘However,’ she said in a razor blade tone, ‘someone now has some of the information which you’d colated’ Pete nodded but then shrugged.

“not that much actually and I’m not sure anything useful – I think they were looking for the file you’d taken with you.’ She nodded that would make scense.

‘Pete I would like you to unofficial chase up the results of my narcotic sample and maybe apply your analytical skills to them?’ It was his turn to stare at her.

‘You don’t think I’m a consipiracy kook?’ he asked.

She smiled, it wasn’t sweet. ‘I know you’re not’. The skin on the palms of her hands was itching again. ‘Please would you do that for me?’ He nodded slowely and his fadded blue eyes seemed so large she had an uncharitble thought about people falling in love with someone for just paying them attention.

‘Invoice me directly for over time.’ she said curtly. He seemed to jump slightly but nodded mutely once more. ‘Now lets hope the mole is a stupid creature and that there is not a team of them.’

‘You knew there was one didn’t you?’ it was a mild accusation.

‘I… I had a feeling, yes’ she didn’t dare look over at him. ‘I didn’t think they would be this brazen though’ she sighed. ‘Look I have alot of stuff to get done to be perfectly honest’ she felt like she had slapped him but she couldn’t let him get too close. Emma was feeling the bite – head quarters was a must visit and she would have to tell them just how close Pete had come. The file about the silica goo seemed to weigh heavily in her gold hand bag. Pete she hoped would not be considered a danger, he was the first person she had come across who had pieced even a fraction of it together… other than herself of course.

He was nodding mutely looking slightly hurt, he was 40 plus and well gnarly would be the best word to describe him, he was lanky and somehow knotty, he’d weathered badly. ‘I will expect a report later,’ she muttered and shuffled away, friends she could not afford and the fact he knew things she knew, things she could not share with anyone else made him an irrasistable pull. She wasn’t the only special agent in the met but agents were widely dispirsed. Emma stopped at the first floor bathroom, black and white tiles, chipped and cracked to unhieginic levels made a headache inducing pattern in the pinky yellow glow of the old style lighting above her head, the cubical doors were heavy wood and metal affairs in a dark green the still gleamed in the half light. Her reflection swum in the mirror, fatigue was getting her and this was only the beginning of the half snatched cat naps and bad food. The case would stretch out for weeks possibly months, years if she couldn’t get a proper handle on this lead.

The cult watchers had been next to useless on this case, she tried not to grind her teeth as she splashed cold water on her face, a brown bloom behind the mirror glass gave her a strange apparent extra mole. If the narcotic results came back as something new then there would be an easy trail to follow, or easier at any rate. Dead girls were not as easy to track as crime thrillers made them out to be. She frowned, it enhanced the stress lines on her face, she was young by modern standards, she knew that she just wished she felt like it. With a resigned sigh she stepped headed back out, head quarters it would have to be, she dare not go off pestering the optical fiber companies incase she stumbled over something and got herself killed.

She pulled her cream coat of the rail she’d left it on, straightened her pink stripped blouse and thought how nice it would be to bump into the Chief as she felt like shredding someone to pieces, but the blasted man did not appear. And once again it was lashing it down with rain outside. London would surely drown if this continued? She wondered how HQ was coping, of course he liked it damp didn’t he? She shuddered she really really hated having to touch base, but this was more than some anomaly needed covering up to stop others prying deeper this was something big, and that was without her sensiblities over wanting to stop young women from being drained of blood or having suckers attatched to their heads.

Her boots made a saticifying splat sound on the drenched pavement.

Posted: Wednesday, November 14th, 2012 @ 3:03 pm
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