Day 5 18:00
The deadline for checking in was extended as planned. All SMS reported nothing; a search of the outer perimeter did not turn up anything. Recovery units Alpha through Gamma has began searching further out of the city, and the SMS have spread out around the area. Mark 01 has moved onto an area just to the east Manhattan, marks 02 and 05 have continued scouting the centre. Mark 03 has continued a seeming randomised search pattern of the city. Marks 04 and 06 are yet to report in at this time.
Report ends: Filed by Major Sketch Lydecker
Dennis sat alone in a small, downtown diner eating what only could be described as crap. He looked over at the phone, then back down at his supposed sloppy joe.
"Mark 06 you are late reporting in"
Dennis looked up to see Jace standing over him.
"Last time I checked, Jace, you were late reporting in too"
"Unfortunately mark 06, my orders are slightly different from yours. I suggest you report in before you are removed from this operation"
Dennis dropped his food and looked at Jace as if to say: 'You happy?' She, however, ignored the look and observed Dennis as he picked up the phone, listening to Sketch giving him the third degree.
~*A week later*~
Logan stepped down from the bus heavily as it pulled into a bus station to an area several kilometres outside of Manhattan. He hated long rides, especially under the observation of two heavily armed soldiers.
The air was damp as Logan breathed in; he coughed slightly due to a think layer of smog around him.
Logan slung his bag over a shoulder and went off house hunting.
Day 12 9:00
All SMS report no trace that Tinga Davis was in Manhattan. Mark 01 has proceeded in an out of perimeter search, marks 02, 03 and 05 have moved onto three separate out of town locations. Mark 04 reported in with a possible contact of Doctor Davis, she is moving on to the city of San Francisco.
Report ends: Filed by Major Sketch Lydecker
"Hey Zack"
Logan placed his cell phone onto his other ear as he dumped his bag down on the floor of an abandoned hotel room. He looked into a small, en-suite bathroom and saw that hot water was still being fed into the pipes.
"How are you doing Logan? We're having a blast over here"
Logan smiled and rubbed his eyes with his spare hand.
"Any luck over there? I'm thinking about settling down for the night, after having Manticore flunkies breathing down your neck all day you get a bit pissed off"
"It's slow here. Cindy's been pushing us hard…look Logan…" Logan sat down on the bed in the room, he had been expecting bad news, "I'm going to try and sort this out with Cindy, okay?"
"Bye bro" Logan said, he had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach that he wouldn't hear from Zack again. He shut the phone up and placed it into his pocket. For a while he just sat with his hands on his lap, looking out of the small window opposite. That was freedom, as voice in his head said. And it told him to reach out and grasp it before it slipped out his fingers.
Logan shook these thoughts off, and walked into the bathroom. He tested the shower, and after warming up the water he stripped and climbed in. He didn't realise how tired and hungry he was until his eyes began to close, he grabbed a towel from next to the toilet and shook it out, only to dislodge a spider. He towelled himself off and pulled on a clean shirt and pants. Logan climbed onto the bed and fell asleep almost immediately, with the last words Sketch said to him floating around his head…
'…We will hunt you down and kill you as if you were nothing but a worthless dog…'
When Logan woke up it was dusk, and as he shook off a slight feeling of nausea. His stomach instructed him to get up and fetch some food, and of course when he was told to do something, he followed. He brushed his hair through once, and picked up a wad of dollar notes from his bag, hey he thought, it's all expenses paid!
As he wondered through the streets of the town he noticed how run down it was. There were clumps of homeless people wondering around, many closed down shops and very few cars parked around. He walked into a large supermarket, one of large chain of shops that had managed to stay a float after the Crash. Sure, they had been informed of what had happened to the community around Manticore in classroom lessons, at that time the full extent of the damage didn't seem realistic to him but now…now it just seemed freaky.
The supermarket was cold as he walked in; he picked up a basket and piled in cans of drink as he passed them. He noticed a couple out of the corner of his eye, they kissed as he passed, he observed as they broke it off and stared lovingly into each others eyes. Logan felt his heart ache for that ability to invest his emotions in something else; he had kept them locked up for too long. He sighed, and again the voice said that if he were free, then all this would be open to him…and 24-hour grocery shops.
The deadline for checking in was extended as planned. All SMS reported nothing; a search of the outer perimeter did not turn up anything. Recovery units Alpha through Gamma has began searching further out of the city, and the SMS have spread out around the area. Mark 01 has moved onto an area just to the east Manhattan, marks 02 and 05 have continued scouting the centre. Mark 03 has continued a seeming randomised search pattern of the city. Marks 04 and 06 are yet to report in at this time.
Report ends: Filed by Major Sketch Lydecker
Dennis sat alone in a small, downtown diner eating what only could be described as crap. He looked over at the phone, then back down at his supposed sloppy joe.
"Mark 06 you are late reporting in"
Dennis looked up to see Jace standing over him.
"Last time I checked, Jace, you were late reporting in too"
"Unfortunately mark 06, my orders are slightly different from yours. I suggest you report in before you are removed from this operation"
Dennis dropped his food and looked at Jace as if to say: 'You happy?' She, however, ignored the look and observed Dennis as he picked up the phone, listening to Sketch giving him the third degree.
~*A week later*~
Logan stepped down from the bus heavily as it pulled into a bus station to an area several kilometres outside of Manhattan. He hated long rides, especially under the observation of two heavily armed soldiers.
The air was damp as Logan breathed in; he coughed slightly due to a think layer of smog around him.
Logan slung his bag over a shoulder and went off house hunting.
Day 12 9:00
All SMS report no trace that Tinga Davis was in Manhattan. Mark 01 has proceeded in an out of perimeter search, marks 02, 03 and 05 have moved onto three separate out of town locations. Mark 04 reported in with a possible contact of Doctor Davis, she is moving on to the city of San Francisco.
Report ends: Filed by Major Sketch Lydecker
"Hey Zack"
Logan placed his cell phone onto his other ear as he dumped his bag down on the floor of an abandoned hotel room. He looked into a small, en-suite bathroom and saw that hot water was still being fed into the pipes.
"How are you doing Logan? We're having a blast over here"
Logan smiled and rubbed his eyes with his spare hand.
"Any luck over there? I'm thinking about settling down for the night, after having Manticore flunkies breathing down your neck all day you get a bit pissed off"
"It's slow here. Cindy's been pushing us hard…look Logan…" Logan sat down on the bed in the room, he had been expecting bad news, "I'm going to try and sort this out with Cindy, okay?"
"Bye bro" Logan said, he had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach that he wouldn't hear from Zack again. He shut the phone up and placed it into his pocket. For a while he just sat with his hands on his lap, looking out of the small window opposite. That was freedom, as voice in his head said. And it told him to reach out and grasp it before it slipped out his fingers.
Logan shook these thoughts off, and walked into the bathroom. He tested the shower, and after warming up the water he stripped and climbed in. He didn't realise how tired and hungry he was until his eyes began to close, he grabbed a towel from next to the toilet and shook it out, only to dislodge a spider. He towelled himself off and pulled on a clean shirt and pants. Logan climbed onto the bed and fell asleep almost immediately, with the last words Sketch said to him floating around his head…
'…We will hunt you down and kill you as if you were nothing but a worthless dog…'
When Logan woke up it was dusk, and as he shook off a slight feeling of nausea. His stomach instructed him to get up and fetch some food, and of course when he was told to do something, he followed. He brushed his hair through once, and picked up a wad of dollar notes from his bag, hey he thought, it's all expenses paid!
As he wondered through the streets of the town he noticed how run down it was. There were clumps of homeless people wondering around, many closed down shops and very few cars parked around. He walked into a large supermarket, one of large chain of shops that had managed to stay a float after the Crash. Sure, they had been informed of what had happened to the community around Manticore in classroom lessons, at that time the full extent of the damage didn't seem realistic to him but now…now it just seemed freaky.
The supermarket was cold as he walked in; he picked up a basket and piled in cans of drink as he passed them. He noticed a couple out of the corner of his eye, they kissed as he passed, he observed as they broke it off and stared lovingly into each others eyes. Logan felt his heart ache for that ability to invest his emotions in something else; he had kept them locked up for too long. He sighed, and again the voice said that if he were free, then all this would be open to him…and 24-hour grocery shops.