Part 10
What did a Tornado Hit?
author's note: how I know you all want to hear the continuing adventures of Arnaud and Eberts, we do have another side to look at. I am not sure if it is a good thing -or- a bad thing, but I do not want to disapoint the VV and PBV and EJ and Sfans. This part skips a little head in the time, but the time will quickly be fixed.
9 am
I pace my office floor, driving a hole into it six foot deep. "Where is he?" I shout to the trashcan, sitting harmlessly next to my desk. Oh, great I am talking to trashcans, I suppose it could be worse. He's three hours late, okay if he was here he would correct me with a gentle "Two and a half, sir."He's never been this late, and he apologizes profusley when hes even a minute late. It not like him. I hope he's not hurt, lying in a ditch dead somewhere by a manic. I need him here, he knows the Fbi is sending us a case today. I need his help to review it.
I decide to walk out into the hallway, maybe he is in his office. A security guard says a nervous "good morning" to me, I don't relic the fact he is afraid of me like most days. I give him a tight smile, and proceed on. I knock on the tiny wooden door. I do not hear his usual joke about "knocking any harder will break the door." I step into the office. It is a tiny office, with only a small desk, chair, a shoddy bookcase, and a computer. One of those small trolls dolls sets on the corner of one desk. He claims its so the desk balances out.It probably does, every piece of furniture in this room was bought at a garage sale. I look for signs of clues he's been here, but their are none. Maybe, he has finally left me because of this small cramped office. He wouldn't do that though, he rarely uses it. He mainly gets any information he made need from the computer upstairs
I head back towards my office. Robert and Darien are lounging in the chairs in my office, Darien in my chair with his feet on the desk.
"Hey Chief." When Robert says that he reminds of Jimmy Olsen on that new superman tv series.
"What do you two want?" I take off my glasses and wipe them.
"Just to see what's new?" Darien answers, smiling at me contently from my chair. He looks like he hasn't shaved in a few days, what does he want people to think our agents are badly dressed. I need to talk to him about that one day. Its okay on stake outs but its not like he is ever on any that last for weeks. I motion for him to get out of my chair. He gets up reluctunly, moving very slowly as he does it. He sits next to Hobbes
I sit down in the vacanted seat.
"That new Fbi case is coming in right, so where's Charlie Brown?" Hobbes asks impatiently.
"I was going to ask you the same question." I raise an eyebrow.
"What does this look like a game of Where's Waldo?.."
I stop him from finishing as I glance at my desk. "What did you do let a tornado hit it, all the files are out of place!"
"Hey, fat man, chill, chill, it was like that when we came in. And isn't its Eberts job to keep your desk straight."
A slim woman with dyed blond hair walks in, manila envelope in hand.. "Hello, I'm looking for the Official." She reminds me of someone I know.
"I am him,"
Before she can responds Monroe walks in with a piece of paper. I summon for her to wait for the lady to finish.
The blond walks toward me, "Here's your new case." She saunters off.
Meanwhile, Alex is talking with Darien and Hobbes. I clear my throat. "You wanted something, Monroe?"
"I just got this fax. It seems to be a ransom note." She says handing it to me.
I look over it, It reads :
"Official,
I have your beloved Eberts.
If, you want him back, I will call you in 2 hours.
We will discuss fees and maybe his situation.
He is in a bad predicement as it is.
He may not be alive long enough to see next week.
Talk to you soon
- The Raven."
"Did you trace the fax, Alex?" Great a psychopath has kidnapped my assistant.
"Its a local drug store."
Damn it. "Why don't you go down there, and see if you spot any supicous people." She nods and departs.
I open up the manilla envelope, "And now for the case you wanted to see, Gentlemen."
What did a Tornado Hit?
author's note: how I know you all want to hear the continuing adventures of Arnaud and Eberts, we do have another side to look at. I am not sure if it is a good thing -or- a bad thing, but I do not want to disapoint the VV and PBV and EJ and Sfans. This part skips a little head in the time, but the time will quickly be fixed.
9 am
I pace my office floor, driving a hole into it six foot deep. "Where is he?" I shout to the trashcan, sitting harmlessly next to my desk. Oh, great I am talking to trashcans, I suppose it could be worse. He's three hours late, okay if he was here he would correct me with a gentle "Two and a half, sir."He's never been this late, and he apologizes profusley when hes even a minute late. It not like him. I hope he's not hurt, lying in a ditch dead somewhere by a manic. I need him here, he knows the Fbi is sending us a case today. I need his help to review it.
I decide to walk out into the hallway, maybe he is in his office. A security guard says a nervous "good morning" to me, I don't relic the fact he is afraid of me like most days. I give him a tight smile, and proceed on. I knock on the tiny wooden door. I do not hear his usual joke about "knocking any harder will break the door." I step into the office. It is a tiny office, with only a small desk, chair, a shoddy bookcase, and a computer. One of those small trolls dolls sets on the corner of one desk. He claims its so the desk balances out.It probably does, every piece of furniture in this room was bought at a garage sale. I look for signs of clues he's been here, but their are none. Maybe, he has finally left me because of this small cramped office. He wouldn't do that though, he rarely uses it. He mainly gets any information he made need from the computer upstairs
I head back towards my office. Robert and Darien are lounging in the chairs in my office, Darien in my chair with his feet on the desk.
"Hey Chief." When Robert says that he reminds of Jimmy Olsen on that new superman tv series.
"What do you two want?" I take off my glasses and wipe them.
"Just to see what's new?" Darien answers, smiling at me contently from my chair. He looks like he hasn't shaved in a few days, what does he want people to think our agents are badly dressed. I need to talk to him about that one day. Its okay on stake outs but its not like he is ever on any that last for weeks. I motion for him to get out of my chair. He gets up reluctunly, moving very slowly as he does it. He sits next to Hobbes
I sit down in the vacanted seat.
"That new Fbi case is coming in right, so where's Charlie Brown?" Hobbes asks impatiently.
"I was going to ask you the same question." I raise an eyebrow.
"What does this look like a game of Where's Waldo?.."
I stop him from finishing as I glance at my desk. "What did you do let a tornado hit it, all the files are out of place!"
"Hey, fat man, chill, chill, it was like that when we came in. And isn't its Eberts job to keep your desk straight."
A slim woman with dyed blond hair walks in, manila envelope in hand.. "Hello, I'm looking for the Official." She reminds me of someone I know.
"I am him,"
Before she can responds Monroe walks in with a piece of paper. I summon for her to wait for the lady to finish.
The blond walks toward me, "Here's your new case." She saunters off.
Meanwhile, Alex is talking with Darien and Hobbes. I clear my throat. "You wanted something, Monroe?"
"I just got this fax. It seems to be a ransom note." She says handing it to me.
I look over it, It reads :
"Official,
I have your beloved Eberts.
If, you want him back, I will call you in 2 hours.
We will discuss fees and maybe his situation.
He is in a bad predicement as it is.
He may not be alive long enough to see next week.
Talk to you soon
- The Raven."
"Did you trace the fax, Alex?" Great a psychopath has kidnapped my assistant.
"Its a local drug store."
Damn it. "Why don't you go down there, and see if you spot any supicous people." She nods and departs.
I open up the manilla envelope, "And now for the case you wanted to see, Gentlemen."