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 Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2008 9:17 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2008 9:18 pm
All characters, places, and recognized names are copy write their respective owners. Anything else is mine, so please don’t be a thief; Shadowbane doesn’t appreciate it.
Italicized words are thoughts.
( ) is a pokemon speaking when others who cannot understand it are present, simple enough
Shades of Black
The drone of an overhead fan was all I could hear; God I could use a cigarette. It’s times like this that I regret ever trying to play the ‘good cop’ role; all it does is land you in the hot zone. If I had just followed my instincts and fired…
I snapped my head around when the sound of a door handle turning broke the silence. A well-built man entered, trailed closely by a pale young man; great, let the pointless interview begin. The two men seated themselves across from me, the bigger of the pair leaned forward and stared hard, trying to intimidate me; so I just stared back. Figures…they’re trying the old ‘good cop, bad cop’ routine on me.
“I suppose you know why you’re here?” the man spoke in a husky voice, probably from smoking too much judging by the stains on his teeth.
“Not really, all they did was toss me in this room after I returned.” Actually, I knew perfectly well what was going on, but they didn’t need to know that.
“You’re in big trouble Winchester; they’ve got two witnesses that swore they say you talking with the murderer.” The pale ‘good cop’ tried to act sympathetic; piss poor at best, but he’s probably just a rookie. He did surprise me by sliding a pack of Camerupt lights toward me along with a lighter; he’s suppose to taunt me with them first…what are they up to?
“You’re looking at a lot of trouble; conspiring with a murderer, corruption charges, the list goes on. If you cooperate with us, maybe we can clear some of that up” The ‘bad cop’ leaned forward, supporting his weight with his arms. I took quick note of the silver cufflinks he wore; not standard issue for an officer, so he must be from an outside department.
“Before you go calling in the executioner, allow me to tell my side of the tale; maybe shed some light on this tangled web of murders.” I’m not about to play my hand just yet, simply placing a few cards out and seeing what they do.
“All right, but don’t try and talk your way out of this one.” I simply took a single cigarette out of its box and lit the end; taking a long drag and starting my side of the story.
“As you know, I’ve been investigating the Moonlight ripper case…”
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