Another day, another log. My net has been driving me up the wall, disconnecting every twenty minutes or so, made it rather difficult to check up on things here. Hopefully it'll all get sorted tomorrow.
Anyone who's checked my profile recently will notice that this is a log pertaining to one of the characters in the group of survivors. I plan on doing at least one log for each character in time, though when this particular character was submitted, I had a flash of inspiration – I knew exactly what I could do here.
UPDATE: Character submission for the main group of survivors is now closed. Any further submissions will be given a cameo appearance later on in the story. More than that I can't promise.
Cheers.
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Extract from Elspeth Police Department Interrogation. Subject: Tiffany Elizabeth Connors
– A door opens and shuts, echoing loudly –
KELHAM: Ma'am.
T.E. CONNORS: Officer.
KELHAM: It's Inspector, actually.
T.E. CONNORS: My apologies Inspector, any chance of me finding out exactly why you dragged me here?
KELHAM: Matter of security ma'am I assure you. When we pulled your file off the database, you gave a number of our guys quite the scare.
T.E. CONNORS: Tell them I'll buy them all a round to make up for it.
– KELHAM chuckles humourlessly –
KELHAM: Afraid that's not quite going to cut it. You see, we run a pretty tight ship here, crime rate's never been lower, our citizens are happy, healthy and safe.
T.E. CONNORS: I'm truly happy to hear that. But what does that have to do with –
– KELHAM slams his hands on the table suddenly –
KELHAM: (shouting) I want to know exactly what the hell a goddamn spook is doing in my city! A BSAA one at that! I've done my homework; damn near everywhere they've gone, something ends up in ruins and I will be damned if I let it happen here, you understand me?
…
T.E. CONNORS: Spook? That's a new one on me.
KELHAM: (measuredly) Don't test me… ma'am. Now, tell us exactly why someone with frequent BSAA contact is walking around my city. Tell me quick and I promise I'll –
– the door opens suddenly –
KELHAM: Wha–? Sergei? What are you doing? I'm in the middle of –
SERGEI: What you're doing Kelham is leaving. Chief's put me in charge of this little… 'chat' I believe you called it? He also wants to speak to you. Now.
…
– KELHAM mutters darkly under his breath, before leaving the room –
SERGEI: Don't mind him, he's just –
T.E. CONNORS: Afraid? It's alright, I understand.
SERGEI: I was going to say an asshole but that's probably part and partial. Smoke?
T.E. CONNORS: No. Thanks anyway.
SERGEI: It's always the innocent who refuse that offer… every time. You know that?
T.E. CONNORS: Can't imagine I would.
SERGEI: Fair cop, if you'll excuse the pun. Anyway, much as I'd enjoy chatting with a pretty young thing like yourself I really do need to ask: what is a BSAA –
T.E. CONNORS: Spook?
SERGEI: Alright, what is a BSAA spook doing in this city? We received no word from anyone. You don't look like you're here on vacation, which – as I'm sure my recently departed friend told you – is giving our guys some rumour material.
T.E. CONNORS: It's… personal sir.
SERGEI: Just Sergei will be fine, I'm really not all that fussed. But I am going to need a better explanation than that.
…
T.E. CONNORS: You see this scar here?
SERGEI: Kind of difficult to miss – not that it diminishes your appearance of course, and I'm not just saying that to be nice either.
– CONNORS chuckles appreciatively –
T.E. CONNORS: Thank you… Sergei. Anyway, I got this in a little sparring accident with a friend of mine.
SERGEI: Sparring as in boxing? Judo?
T.E. CONNORS: Sparring as in: full contact sparring. US Marine Corps. Three Years.
SERGEI: You don't say? How old are you – if you don't mind me asking?
T.E. CONNORS: Twenty-one.
– SERGEI whistles –
SERGEI: I'm impressed. And a Captain already? You move fast.
T.E. CONNORS: My dad taught me to be the best I could be. He was a Leatherneck too, pretty far up on the food chain.
SERGEI: Was he now? Well I suppose your dad and mine have something in common then.
T.E. CONNORS: He was an officer?
SERGEI: No, no. He taught me to strive for everything too. 'Leave no option unexplored, push ahead full throttle' and all that… suppose it has some merit to it though; got me here after all.
…
SERGEI: So what exactly did all of that have to do with your presence here then, Miss Connors?
T.E. CONNORs: … my dad's the reason I'm here.
SERGEI: Family reunion?
T.E. CONNORS: If only. He's been dead for several years now, not long after I started Basic Training.
SERGEI: I get a feeling I'm not going to like what you're about to tell me.
T.E. CONNORS: Bio-terrorist attack.
SERGEI: … I'm sorry.
T.E. CONNORS: It's fine. But thanks.
SERGEI: So, your trip here has something to do with this attack. What?
…
SERGEI: I don't like threatening or pressuring people but I can promise you that you won't leave this station until you tell us what's going on. If it's something –
T.E. CONNORS: A friend of mine told me the man responsible for the attack is here in Pelanoi.
…
SERGEI: Jesus… and… and what exactly were you going to do when you found him?
T.E. CONNORS: I'm going to bring him in myself that's what.
SERGEI: This man… what is his name?
T.E. CONNORS: I don't know. I've got a face and a rough location: somewhere in the southern districts of Elspeth – which is where I was going until Kelham took me in.
– SERGEI sighs heavily –
SERGEI: You understand of course that this is now no longer just your problem right?
…
SERGEI: If there's a suspected terrorist walking around town we need to bring him in, no doubt about it. I'm sorry. I really am, but you need to let us handle this now. If you want, I can let –
– an alarm bell suddenly blares into life –
SERGEI: What the hell?
– a walkie talkie in SERGEI's inside pocket begins spouting all kinds of unintelligible noise, SERGEI fumbles with the device, listening intently –
SERGEI: Something's come up. Something big.
T.E. CONNORS: Need a hand?
…
SERGEI: I'm going to catch hell for this… fine, follow me. Your skillset might come in handy. Let's go.
– CONNORS stands up and makes for the door with SERGEI –
T.E. CONNORS: So what's the situation?
SERGEI: Riot from the sound of it. I don't understand, it's so sudden, never…
– the pair leave the room, voices quickly fading into the distance –
/end of excerpt