AUTHORS NOTE: This is the fifth Episode of my Alternate Season Five Series. As such there are references and elements continuing from the previous episodes.
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OVERTURE
With a satisfying pop Charlie Watts opened himself another can of beer and took a long sip of the cool liquid. He closed the refrigerator and returned to the living room. He was in a modest-sized but lavishly furnished apartment in downtown Los Angeles. Charlie sat himself down in front of the massive 50-inch plasma-screen television as the football game he was watching resumed.
He took another swig of beer and then groaned in disappointment as a player on the opposing team made a spectacular pass interception. Charlie was leaning forward, his fingers scooping out a handful of chips from a large glass bowl.
There was a quick, loud knocking at the door. Charlie looked over; that would be the pizza he'd ordered. He was surprised how fast they'd got here. He got up, went to the door and opened it. On the door were metallic numerals: 1717.
"That was qui..."
It wasn't the pizza delivery.
Before be could do anything he was punched, his nose breaking with a crunch. This was swiftly followed by a knife being plunged into his neck, silencing his attempt to cry out forever.
He fell back and flopped sideways knocking over the small table where the phone was sitting. Bills, papers, the phone, and business cards scattered across the floor
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Charles Gunn was still at the office hours after home-time, hard at work preparing for court. A big trial was due to begin in the morning and he wanted to make sure that he was absolutely prepared for his opening statement. He flicked through the pages of one of the witness statements, looking an idea that he could use as part of his laying out of the case he intended to present.
There was a loud knock at his office door. Gunn sighed and looked up. He really didn't have time for distractions right now. He hoped that it would be something that could be quickly dealt with. "Come in," he called as he resumed scanning over the statement. He heard the door open and the sound of someone coming in. "Take a seat. I'll be with you in a second," Gunn held up a finger. He quickly made a note and flipped over the page. Then he looked up at his visitor, who was sitting in a chair on the other side of his desk.
Gunn froze, astonished.
"Good to see the firm's in such capable hands." The visitor grinned.
Gunn remained speechless.
"The Senior Partners have a very important job for you Mr Gunn," said Lilah Morgan.
