Part 9 So, who wants to explain that to the Fat Man
I stare at the rubble that was my car. "Well, that was fun."I tell them sarcastically, when the fire burns its self out, and Bobby has decided to join us on this side of the street.
"You know that guy reminds me of someone." Bobby says.
"Me, too, the freaking toothfairy." I tell him. Damn it, I liked that car.
"No, I think someone else
besides the Raven is behind this. I seriously do not think The Raven would
kidnap someone like that little brown noser, Charlie Brown, and he took Alex
with him, so maybe he wants something from the agency. But I haven't decided if
he works for Chysallis -or- De Fohn. " Hobbes says.
A black Buick pulls along side of us on the grass before, I can make another wise crack remark to Hobbes's remark.."What did you do now?" The Official asks rolling down his window.
"It wasn't us, it was the Raven," I tell him.
"Get in, I have backup, following, we have to find them." Claire and I climb in the backseat, leaving Bobby to sit next to the Official. "See that lab top back there." The official says when we are all in, with doors shut.
"Yeah, what about it?" I ask.
He pushes a button and a table comes down." Place the labtop, on the table, and see what you ca
find. You guys did get the license plate of the limo, -or- the motorcycle
right?" I wonder how he knew about it, maybe we will learn how he gets his
information one day.
"I got it Chief," Bobby says, he searches through his
pockets. He puts on a little oops expression, then decides to play it cool. "I
left it in the seat of the car." He says.
"You what!!!!! Robert I should fire you for that, you never Leave VALUBLE infomation lying around, especially in possible DANGER SITUATIONS!!DO YOU FOLLOW ME?" The Official screams at the top of his lungs. Claire and I cover our ears. Does he ever know not to scream in
tight spaces, I am suprised he hasn't had a heart attack with how much he
screams.How can Eberts stand directly behind him, he must have earplugs.
"Yes, sir, sorry sir, I'll have to remember that next time."
"YOU BETTER.! " The official quiets his voice, I hope he realized this was a confinded space. "Did you remember any of it, -or- did you just write it down."
"I remember the motorcycle's and partial on the limo." I tell him.
"Well, get on it, Eberts told me that computer has linked up to the DMV and the police department, as well as any other government agency you may need." He tells us.
"Where does the computer hook up at?" Claire asks.
"A little hole under the table. Eberts had it all worked out, with own generator, and everything, to bad we have to use it to help find him."He says.
"Found it." Claire said, and plugs in the computer.
The Official starts the car, and we turn the computer on. The desktop appears almost
instantly, and all the shortcuts we need are sitting for us. "Did you get the
mouse out?" The Official asks.
"Where is it?" Claire asks, as I spot a small compartment on the right side of the car. I push a little black button and a smaller table pulls out, complete with mouse, and a mouse pad of mice dancing that reads, 'when the cat is away the mouse will play.'The Official is about to
tell us about the location, but I cut him off. "Got it."
Hobbes looks back, "So, you said Eberts designed that."
The Official nods, "He rewired the whole car, he did it a pretty good job, I'd say the closer thing you will ever see till a real James Bond car, revolving plates and everything. No weapons though, this is a survelliance vehicle."
Claire uses the mouse to click on the little picture of a vw bug, that has "DMV" written under it. It makes a beeping noise. Claire is suprised by it, and it makes her laugh. "That's cute." She murmurs. The Dmv listing comes up immediatly.
"So, this is why we never get a raise, so Eberts can make things that beep." Robert says, leaning the seat to look. The Official pushes him back in a sitting postion.
"No, its not, and buckle your seat, you're going to cause us to have a wreck." He says.
I type in the motorcycle plate first. It appears on the screen almost as soon as I hit enter. "Johanna Stark!" Claire and I say in unison. Is this some kind of joke?
"Stark, What's the address?" I glance down at it, Its Eberts address.It must be some joke
"I think this may be some kind of mistake, its Eberts address."
"So, Eberts, works for Stark the whole time!" Hobbes muses.
"That can't be right, I have a feeling it may not be Stark, but who ever it is, is leading us in circles?" The Official says. "We need to find a way to break the circle, check out what you
can about Ms. Stark, see where her trail leads."
"We're on it." I say, and we search through the police files for Johanna Stark, we come upon a Johanna Stark age fifty seven before she was violently killed in a home break in. Her son Bedford Stark thirty seven, had lived with her, he was fighting for custody of the motorcycle, after her death, but Johanna had let a friend borrow it the day before she died.
A note was attached 'see Sister Mavern File'. We look up the File, no information is listed but a small note written in tiny letters. "You are cold, looking in the wrong place,and just to give you guys a hint, since you are so stupid, this has nothing to do with Chrysallis,-or- De Fohn either. -The Raven."
Claire frowns. "How did they know we would check here?" She murmurs.
I shake my head.
"What did you find?" The Official asks.
I read him the note.
"Try looking through the shortcut called Games, Their Eberts E-Files, he has a file listed for all potentinal enemies there, they are only accesible through his computer at home, and this one. Maybe we can find some leads, unless it really is crysallis -or- De Fohn." The Offical says.
We go back to the desktop, and click on the game shortcut, of a magic eight ball. It blinks.
"password? What is the password?" It asks in a metallic voice.
"Default." The Official says.
"Default? Default what?" The metalic voice asks.
"Default picture of Monet's water lillies." The Official answers.
"Bingo, welcome to the E-Files." A recorded voice of Eberts answers.
Hobbes chuckles. "Default picture of Monet's water lillies."
"Now, departing from the E-files." Ebert's recorded voice says again.
We hear the official slap Hobbes. "You..You.."
"Shut up Hobbes, click on it again."
Claire clicks on the eight ball again.
"Password? What's the password?" the metallic voice says again.
I stare at the rubble that was my car. "Well, that was fun."I tell them sarcastically, when the fire burns its self out, and Bobby has decided to join us on this side of the street.
"You know that guy reminds me of someone." Bobby says.
"Me, too, the freaking toothfairy." I tell him. Damn it, I liked that car.
"No, I think someone else
besides the Raven is behind this. I seriously do not think The Raven would
kidnap someone like that little brown noser, Charlie Brown, and he took Alex
with him, so maybe he wants something from the agency. But I haven't decided if
he works for Chysallis -or- De Fohn. " Hobbes says.
A black Buick pulls along side of us on the grass before, I can make another wise crack remark to Hobbes's remark.."What did you do now?" The Official asks rolling down his window.
"It wasn't us, it was the Raven," I tell him.
"Get in, I have backup, following, we have to find them." Claire and I climb in the backseat, leaving Bobby to sit next to the Official. "See that lab top back there." The official says when we are all in, with doors shut.
"Yeah, what about it?" I ask.
He pushes a button and a table comes down." Place the labtop, on the table, and see what you ca
find. You guys did get the license plate of the limo, -or- the motorcycle
right?" I wonder how he knew about it, maybe we will learn how he gets his
information one day.
"I got it Chief," Bobby says, he searches through his
pockets. He puts on a little oops expression, then decides to play it cool. "I
left it in the seat of the car." He says.
"You what!!!!! Robert I should fire you for that, you never Leave VALUBLE infomation lying around, especially in possible DANGER SITUATIONS!!DO YOU FOLLOW ME?" The Official screams at the top of his lungs. Claire and I cover our ears. Does he ever know not to scream in
tight spaces, I am suprised he hasn't had a heart attack with how much he
screams.How can Eberts stand directly behind him, he must have earplugs.
"Yes, sir, sorry sir, I'll have to remember that next time."
"YOU BETTER.! " The official quiets his voice, I hope he realized this was a confinded space. "Did you remember any of it, -or- did you just write it down."
"I remember the motorcycle's and partial on the limo." I tell him.
"Well, get on it, Eberts told me that computer has linked up to the DMV and the police department, as well as any other government agency you may need." He tells us.
"Where does the computer hook up at?" Claire asks.
"A little hole under the table. Eberts had it all worked out, with own generator, and everything, to bad we have to use it to help find him."He says.
"Found it." Claire said, and plugs in the computer.
The Official starts the car, and we turn the computer on. The desktop appears almost
instantly, and all the shortcuts we need are sitting for us. "Did you get the
mouse out?" The Official asks.
"Where is it?" Claire asks, as I spot a small compartment on the right side of the car. I push a little black button and a smaller table pulls out, complete with mouse, and a mouse pad of mice dancing that reads, 'when the cat is away the mouse will play.'The Official is about to
tell us about the location, but I cut him off. "Got it."
Hobbes looks back, "So, you said Eberts designed that."
The Official nods, "He rewired the whole car, he did it a pretty good job, I'd say the closer thing you will ever see till a real James Bond car, revolving plates and everything. No weapons though, this is a survelliance vehicle."
Claire uses the mouse to click on the little picture of a vw bug, that has "DMV" written under it. It makes a beeping noise. Claire is suprised by it, and it makes her laugh. "That's cute." She murmurs. The Dmv listing comes up immediatly.
"So, this is why we never get a raise, so Eberts can make things that beep." Robert says, leaning the seat to look. The Official pushes him back in a sitting postion.
"No, its not, and buckle your seat, you're going to cause us to have a wreck." He says.
I type in the motorcycle plate first. It appears on the screen almost as soon as I hit enter. "Johanna Stark!" Claire and I say in unison. Is this some kind of joke?
"Stark, What's the address?" I glance down at it, Its Eberts address.It must be some joke
"I think this may be some kind of mistake, its Eberts address."
"So, Eberts, works for Stark the whole time!" Hobbes muses.
"That can't be right, I have a feeling it may not be Stark, but who ever it is, is leading us in circles?" The Official says. "We need to find a way to break the circle, check out what you
can about Ms. Stark, see where her trail leads."
"We're on it." I say, and we search through the police files for Johanna Stark, we come upon a Johanna Stark age fifty seven before she was violently killed in a home break in. Her son Bedford Stark thirty seven, had lived with her, he was fighting for custody of the motorcycle, after her death, but Johanna had let a friend borrow it the day before she died.
A note was attached 'see Sister Mavern File'. We look up the File, no information is listed but a small note written in tiny letters. "You are cold, looking in the wrong place,and just to give you guys a hint, since you are so stupid, this has nothing to do with Chrysallis,-or- De Fohn either. -The Raven."
Claire frowns. "How did they know we would check here?" She murmurs.
I shake my head.
"What did you find?" The Official asks.
I read him the note.
"Try looking through the shortcut called Games, Their Eberts E-Files, he has a file listed for all potentinal enemies there, they are only accesible through his computer at home, and this one. Maybe we can find some leads, unless it really is crysallis -or- De Fohn." The Offical says.
We go back to the desktop, and click on the game shortcut, of a magic eight ball. It blinks.
"password? What is the password?" It asks in a metallic voice.
"Default." The Official says.
"Default? Default what?" The metalic voice asks.
"Default picture of Monet's water lillies." The Official answers.
"Bingo, welcome to the E-Files." A recorded voice of Eberts answers.
Hobbes chuckles. "Default picture of Monet's water lillies."
"Now, departing from the E-files." Ebert's recorded voice says again.
We hear the official slap Hobbes. "You..You.."
"Shut up Hobbes, click on it again."
Claire clicks on the eight ball again.
"Password? What's the password?" the metallic voice says again.