28th Oct 2003
Dawg Gone.
Set during "Dawg Day Afternoon"
Ames' thoughts.
Night
In a park, Ames was speaking
with Director Simms.
"How am I supposed to do
my job when my entire operation officially does not exist?" Ames asked his
superior in a slightly plaintive tone.
"This is a disaster."
Simms complained, completely ignoring Ames' question.
"You want to contain the
transgenics? Give me a free hand. The cat's out of the bag; we might as well
acknowledge the fact that they're out there. If we enlist the public's support,
this thing'll be done in a week." Ames tried to get his own way. C'mon the
public knows! Give me a free rein!
"We acknowledge
anything, and it's over. Congressional hearings, subpoenas...no. We're gonna
make this go away. We're gonna spin it, and spin it good. Luckily we now have
the chief of police in our pocket. He's willing to give us the body of the
transgenic and all the autopsy work, provided nothing like this ever happens
again. You understand?" Simms testily, replied to Ames' suggestion.
"Yes, sir." Ames said,
only just managing to add the right amount of respect. Blasted Idiot! Stupid
human! Imbecile!
A few days later.
At an aquarium, Ames stands in
front of a tank, watching some beluga whales swim. The older priestess from the
school joins him.
"A hundred thousand years
ago, some humpback violates a dolphin, and this is what we get. Makes a pretty
good argument for selective breeding, huh?" Ames joked.
"That footage of the
transgenic attacking those policemen seems to have put a good scare into the
public". The priestess replied, ignoring Ames' dry observation.
"I've been leaking
information to certain media contacts. Just little tidbits about the Manticore
project." Ames replied. C'mon that was funny! Humourless old bag! She's as
bad as Otto!
"It's the opinion of the
Conclave that you take things even further. The average citizen is looking over
his shoulder for monsters, but the greater threat to our interests are the
X-series transgenics. They're able to pass as human...integrate themselves."
The priestess informed him.
"Makes them more
difficult to expose." Ames stated. How am I supposed to expose a blasted
X-Seires!
"Even so, just imagine
how people will react when they learn there are transgenics out there that look
just like them. Think of the paranoia, the panic." She calmly replied.
"Joe Six-Pack finds out
his daughter is dating one of them, or that he lost his job to one." Ames said
thoughtfully, a plan was starting to take form. Mmmmm….. It might work! It better work!
"Exactly. We need to
exploit that kind of fear." The priestess said nodding for emphasis.
"Leave it to me." Ames
said, in a cheerful voice, a slight grin playing upon his face.
"Fe'nos tol." The
priestess formally said, her assignment having been carried out.
"Fe'nos tol." Ames
replied courteously. Know all I need for my plan is a freak!
The priestess leaves, and
then Ames' cell phone rings.
"White." Ames said authoritatively into
his phone.
"Otto, sir. We just
intercepted a 911 call reporting a wolfman loose in sector three." Otto
reported.
"All right. I'll meet
you there. We gotta get on this fast before some idiot cop makes a scene and
the media gets wind of this." Ames told his second. Perfect! Just perfect!
Grinning evilly at the happy coincidence.
"Yes, sir." Otto
replied.
Ames hung up and dialed
a number.
"Good afternoon. Channel
Three." A female voice spoke on the other end of the phone line.
"Bill Leakey, news desk,
please." Ames politely asked, the evil grin now gone from his face, replaced by
a slight smirk.
A couple of moments later, a male voice
comes on the line.
"Bill Leakey." The male
voice stated.
"Bill, it's me, your
Deep Throat. Heard the one about the wolfman?" Ames asked. A wolfman!
Couln't be more perfect! The humans will think of themselves as little red
riding hood! Though the three pigs would be more apt!
A short time later.
At the site where the
wolfman was spotted, there is an incredibly large crowd. A man is selling Fudgy
Buddy ice-cream cones, another is selling T-shirts with the wolfman's likeness printed upon them. Otto and a few
other agents arrive and approach Ames, who is sat waiting in his car.
"Sir." Otto said coming
to a halt.
"This is so FUBAR it's almost funny." Ames
told his second, just managing to retain his serious face. This is much
better than I could have hoped for!
"What do you want us to
do?" Otto asked.
"There's nothing you can
do. Go back to HQ and watch it on TV like everybody else." Ames told his men.
He forcefully stopped himself from rubbing his hands together in glee.
"Let's go." Otto ordered
the other agents and turned on his heel.
They quickly leave. Ames
leisurely gets out of his car and approaches the ice cream vendor.
"I'll have a Fudgy Buddy
cone." Ames said pleasantly, handing over his money. "Thanks." Mmmm! My favourite ice-cream!
Can this day get any better?
Ames ate his ice-cream cone as he
looked around. Some bystanders were juggling. Others were holding up protest
signs; one of which said "TRANSGENICS
ARE UNWANTED DNA."
Ames laughed upon reading it.
He continued to mingle with the crowd until, he overheard a police
conversation, that stated that there was an unidentified female in the sewer.
"452." Ames said coldly.
Damn it! That blasted freak is always plaguing me! But since she took Ray,
I've been wanting to run into her again! I'll catch her and make her tell me
where Ray is!
He swiftly left the
crowded scene and approached a quiet sewer entrance. Two cops were standing
guard. One lights up a cigarette.
"Hey, let me get one of
those." The other cop asked.
As the cop shared his
lighter, Ames jumped down onto them, from the road, the drop not bothering the
familiar, he knocked them out. Then swiftly and stealthily entered the sewer.
Ames searched the
tunnels, hearing a noise he drew his gun. He rounded a corner and knocks
unconscious the person on the other side. It is a scruffy young man. Ames
looked at the press tag, hanging on the young man's jacket zipper.
"Idiot." Ames said, his
voice full of contempt.
Ames spotted, the blind woman,
that the wolfman had abducted, he grins. This is just so perfect! He
thinks as he approaches her.
"Hello? Is somebody
there? Hello? Hello?" The young woman asks nervously.
Ames steps up to her.
"Don't worry, miss. It's
all over." He said, his voice dripping with sincerity as he reached up and
grasping her neck, swiftly snapped it, before she could do more than utter a
startled gasp. Ames looked at her fallen body and shook his head slightly.
She died quick, clean, a better death than she would have with The Coming!"
Ames swiftly left the scene, and made his way above ground, to await the
response of the press and public, to the blind woman's murder by the wolfman.
Forty one minutes later.
"Questions remain.
Community leaders are demanding to know how the creature could have eluded the
manhunt with so many law enforcement agencies involved." A Channel Eight reporter said into their
camera.
"We're here to bring you
breaking news in this shocking development. Police have now confirmed that the
cause of death was a snapped neck. Witnesses say it would have taken someone
with superhuman strength to account for the state in which the body was found."
A reporter for Channel Three stated.
"Once again, a tragic
ending to tonight's events: The kidnapped girl, Annie Fisher, was found dead at
the scene just moments ago, murdered by her abductor, who remains at large.
Police have a description of the kidnapper..." The Channel Eight reporter
continued his report.
"………sewers early this
morning. Miss Fisher, who had been blind from childhood, spent several terrifying
hours with her attacker, as police tried in vain to locate and rescue her.
Sadly, that was not to be. A terrible
end to this story tonight. Annie Fisher was only twenty-three years old. And so, to recap, the situation here tonight
is grim. After an exhaustive all-day search involving police and rescue
departments, the kidnapped girl, Annie Fisher, has been found murdered. Stay
with us as Channel Three News brings you all the details tonight at eleven
o'clock." The Channel Three reporter ended her monologue.
Ames stood calmly in the
crowd and listened to the reporters and the angry members of the public. His cell phone rang.
" White. Fe'nos tol. Just
keeps gettin' better and better, doesn't it?" Ames said into his phone, as he
made sure that neither his tone, nor his face betrayed his pleasure at his plan
having worked out even better than he could have wished for. He continued to talk upon his phone, as he
walked towards his car, he reached it, as the blind woman's body is finally
loaded into the ambulance and driven away. Ames hung up his phone and got into his car, as he
slowly drove off, he could here a reporter making there announcement. This will make my job a hell of a lot
easier! With the idiot humans gunning for them! Stupid sheep! So easy to
manipulate! They don't deserve to
live! Ray! I will make 452 tell me where my son is! I know he's alive!
"Once again, the attacker
remains at large. And equally disturbing are rumours that a transgenic from
what is apparently called the X-series, which appear to be human while
possessing extraordinary strength and speed, may have assisted in the
creature's escape." The Channel Eight reporter stated.
The End