Part 20
Streets are uneven when you're down
After we check out Eberts office, Alex and Hobbes begin to notify people from the address book, I figure now is the perfect time to sneak back into the keep to bother Claire. I walk with Alex, and Bobby towards the phone area, when we are stopped by the Official who is walking the hallways.
"What were you doing in Eberts's Office?"
"We were just looking for his address book, so we can warn people he's was hurt." Monroe says, glaring at him, like this is of utmost importance.
"Put it back!" The Official says. "Some of his friends are here, and they will inform the rest of his friends, and his family."
"Wait, how can his friends be here, they have to have access..." Bobby answers
"They have access. Well, one of them does, now go put his address book back!" The Official glares at all of us.
"You don't trust us to give them some help, sir?" I ask.
"Just go put it back, we do not need to be going through Eberts' things. This is not a suggestion, it is an order!"
Monroe nods. "Okay, we will go put it back, but if we need it again, don't forget we know where it is."
He shakes his head at us, and walks away. I decide to ditch Monroe, and Hobbes, let them put the book back them selves, so I go transparent. I walk towards the lab, I want to see these friends.I peek inside. The two guys from earlier are sitting on opposite sides talking to Eberts. Eberts does not look pleased. I wonder if they are playing good cop, bad cop, to convince Eberts of something. I step inside. I realize Eberts is only mad at one of them, when I hear him say.
"Will you either stick with your british accent, -or- your american accent, Richie, you are giving me a bigger headache." I would see why he would get a headache from that. Poor guy.
"I'm sorry, Albie, chap, its never in my control." The man I reconize as Smith answers.
"Do not lie, Richard. " He looks up in my direction. "What can I help you with Darien?"
I dequicksilver, as the two reporter types turn to me too slowly. "Just checking on you, buddy. Who are your friends?"
"This is Rich, and this is Bennie." He says pointing respectivily.
"Didn't we meet earlier?" Rich says switching back to his American voice.
"Richard!" Eberts says, he gazes around the room, probably for something to smack him with. Bennie laughs.
"Weren't you just warned about that, Rich, I don't think Albie is in the mood for that." His pager goes off.
"What?" Rich asks sounding British this time.
"Rich, stay with one accent, -or- You will not be happy." Eberts says. I almost laugh at this, he sounds like the quiet Eberts standing behind the official, but I remember him lunging at Hobbes earlier, and stifle the laugh.
"I have to run, ALbs, but before I go, I want to warn you not to yell at Jaden, when you get home." Bennie answers.
"Yell at him? What did he do Bennie?" Eberts asks, he sits up, not content at all.
"Umm... I'll tell you later, Claire said you needed some rest, let's go Rich."
"Wait..." They flee out, before he can finish. I chuckle at them, they look like they are hiding a serious crime. I walk to the chair Smith had abandoned.
"How you feeling?"
"I've been better."
"Anything I can get you?"
He shakes his head. I figure now is the time to get a little information out of him, hopefully he doesn't go off.
"How do they know Claire?"
"We went to high school together?"
I raise an eyebrow. "Really, so, what's her last name?"
"Darien that is confidential."He shakes his head at the question." Do you mind if I go back to sleep?"
"Sure, go ahead, I am going to go talk to Hobbes. See you later." He nods. I walk out of the lab. I wonder why Arnaud thought he could get information out of him. He seems to have built a wall around the information. Maybe if we hadn't gotten him out he would eventually crack, and his information would flood out. Maybe he already did give information out to Arnaud, we never did finish the tape. But I don't think any of us want to see the tape all the way through.
(More to come)
Streets are uneven when you're down
After we check out Eberts office, Alex and Hobbes begin to notify people from the address book, I figure now is the perfect time to sneak back into the keep to bother Claire. I walk with Alex, and Bobby towards the phone area, when we are stopped by the Official who is walking the hallways.
"What were you doing in Eberts's Office?"
"We were just looking for his address book, so we can warn people he's was hurt." Monroe says, glaring at him, like this is of utmost importance.
"Put it back!" The Official says. "Some of his friends are here, and they will inform the rest of his friends, and his family."
"Wait, how can his friends be here, they have to have access..." Bobby answers
"They have access. Well, one of them does, now go put his address book back!" The Official glares at all of us.
"You don't trust us to give them some help, sir?" I ask.
"Just go put it back, we do not need to be going through Eberts' things. This is not a suggestion, it is an order!"
Monroe nods. "Okay, we will go put it back, but if we need it again, don't forget we know where it is."
He shakes his head at us, and walks away. I decide to ditch Monroe, and Hobbes, let them put the book back them selves, so I go transparent. I walk towards the lab, I want to see these friends.I peek inside. The two guys from earlier are sitting on opposite sides talking to Eberts. Eberts does not look pleased. I wonder if they are playing good cop, bad cop, to convince Eberts of something. I step inside. I realize Eberts is only mad at one of them, when I hear him say.
"Will you either stick with your british accent, -or- your american accent, Richie, you are giving me a bigger headache." I would see why he would get a headache from that. Poor guy.
"I'm sorry, Albie, chap, its never in my control." The man I reconize as Smith answers.
"Do not lie, Richard. " He looks up in my direction. "What can I help you with Darien?"
I dequicksilver, as the two reporter types turn to me too slowly. "Just checking on you, buddy. Who are your friends?"
"This is Rich, and this is Bennie." He says pointing respectivily.
"Didn't we meet earlier?" Rich says switching back to his American voice.
"Richard!" Eberts says, he gazes around the room, probably for something to smack him with. Bennie laughs.
"Weren't you just warned about that, Rich, I don't think Albie is in the mood for that." His pager goes off.
"What?" Rich asks sounding British this time.
"Rich, stay with one accent, -or- You will not be happy." Eberts says. I almost laugh at this, he sounds like the quiet Eberts standing behind the official, but I remember him lunging at Hobbes earlier, and stifle the laugh.
"I have to run, ALbs, but before I go, I want to warn you not to yell at Jaden, when you get home." Bennie answers.
"Yell at him? What did he do Bennie?" Eberts asks, he sits up, not content at all.
"Umm... I'll tell you later, Claire said you needed some rest, let's go Rich."
"Wait..." They flee out, before he can finish. I chuckle at them, they look like they are hiding a serious crime. I walk to the chair Smith had abandoned.
"How you feeling?"
"I've been better."
"Anything I can get you?"
He shakes his head. I figure now is the time to get a little information out of him, hopefully he doesn't go off.
"How do they know Claire?"
"We went to high school together?"
I raise an eyebrow. "Really, so, what's her last name?"
"Darien that is confidential."He shakes his head at the question." Do you mind if I go back to sleep?"
"Sure, go ahead, I am going to go talk to Hobbes. See you later." He nods. I walk out of the lab. I wonder why Arnaud thought he could get information out of him. He seems to have built a wall around the information. Maybe if we hadn't gotten him out he would eventually crack, and his information would flood out. Maybe he already did give information out to Arnaud, we never did finish the tape. But I don't think any of us want to see the tape all the way through.
(More to come)