Post by Rick Holmes on Nov 9, 2015 13:56:35 GMT -6
The large, three-story house in a rural section of southern Pennsylvania was surrounded by police, the light bars flashing atop their vehicles. Yet, though each officer was armed, there was no sign of resistance from inside, nor any sign of the officers getting ready to storm the premises.
A black SUV with red and blue lights flashing from a light bar on the dash rolled up and was waved through by the officers as the driver displayed his credentials. Once in front of the house, the driver stopped, shut off the motor, then climbed out. He was slender, yet compactly muscled under the black three-piece suit he wore. Despite the shoulder-length black hair he had, he had a very professional air about him.
He strode confidently up to the officer in charge and flashed his ID, saying, "Rick Holmes, F.B.I. I've been dispatched to make a full investigation. The higher-ups think my particular branch would be very interested in what's happening here. Fill me in."
The officer he spoke to shrugged and said, "Well, as best as we can tell, a suspected group of serial killers have been operating out of the house. We got the call from your office to ensure the occupants don't leave...no one in, no one out...about six hours ago. Since then, nobody's even tried to come or go, but we've also followed the order to keep "hands off" otherwise. Aside from that, I really don't know why they would have bothered calling you in, Holmes. We could have picked up the suspects just fine on our own, let alone the fact that we didn't need damned near the entire force like this."
Rick waved his hand for silence, saying, "My branch of investigation has a specific mandate, one that I'm not free to discuss at this time. Just know that it wasn't without reason that such efforts were necessary. Remain on post. Do not come in under any circumstances. No matter what, am I clear?" As the officer nodded, Rick added, "If I don't come out in an hour, call my office and just say, 'Omega'. They'll understand and give you further orders." With that, he started toward the house, the wall of officers parting to let him through.
Twenty minutes later, gunshots rang out, accompanied by several voices screaming in strange tongues. The cops all dove for cover, only to realize that not a single bullet was coming out of the house. After a few moments of this, silence descended. The officers looked nervously at each other. Then, the house just seemed to bulge outward weirdly, then simply blew up. The sound of the explosion was odd, as it was merely the sound of wood shattering and flying outward, scattering across the landscape. What was weird about it was that there was no apparent source of the explosion, no fire, no smoke, and no shockwave. Just...the house blew up.
Rick, dusting himself off with his hands, walked out from the center of the devastation, completely unharmed, to the consternation of the officers stumbling out from their cover. "The situation has been handled," he said to the cop he talked to earlier. "File whatever paperwork necessary, send it to my office. Well done. You're dismissed."
With that, he got back into his SUV, started it, and drove away. Once out of sight of the other officers, he let out a sigh. That was a close one, he thought. They were about to open a portal. Good thing I figured out how to blow it up just as it started to open. Otherwise...some very bad things might have come through. They may have, in fact. Guess I'll have to keep an eye out.
Deep inside of his mind, almost unnoticed by Rick, more of a feeling than an actual thought, an answer came, Yes, we will.
A black SUV with red and blue lights flashing from a light bar on the dash rolled up and was waved through by the officers as the driver displayed his credentials. Once in front of the house, the driver stopped, shut off the motor, then climbed out. He was slender, yet compactly muscled under the black three-piece suit he wore. Despite the shoulder-length black hair he had, he had a very professional air about him.
He strode confidently up to the officer in charge and flashed his ID, saying, "Rick Holmes, F.B.I. I've been dispatched to make a full investigation. The higher-ups think my particular branch would be very interested in what's happening here. Fill me in."
The officer he spoke to shrugged and said, "Well, as best as we can tell, a suspected group of serial killers have been operating out of the house. We got the call from your office to ensure the occupants don't leave...no one in, no one out...about six hours ago. Since then, nobody's even tried to come or go, but we've also followed the order to keep "hands off" otherwise. Aside from that, I really don't know why they would have bothered calling you in, Holmes. We could have picked up the suspects just fine on our own, let alone the fact that we didn't need damned near the entire force like this."
Rick waved his hand for silence, saying, "My branch of investigation has a specific mandate, one that I'm not free to discuss at this time. Just know that it wasn't without reason that such efforts were necessary. Remain on post. Do not come in under any circumstances. No matter what, am I clear?" As the officer nodded, Rick added, "If I don't come out in an hour, call my office and just say, 'Omega'. They'll understand and give you further orders." With that, he started toward the house, the wall of officers parting to let him through.
Twenty minutes later, gunshots rang out, accompanied by several voices screaming in strange tongues. The cops all dove for cover, only to realize that not a single bullet was coming out of the house. After a few moments of this, silence descended. The officers looked nervously at each other. Then, the house just seemed to bulge outward weirdly, then simply blew up. The sound of the explosion was odd, as it was merely the sound of wood shattering and flying outward, scattering across the landscape. What was weird about it was that there was no apparent source of the explosion, no fire, no smoke, and no shockwave. Just...the house blew up.
Rick, dusting himself off with his hands, walked out from the center of the devastation, completely unharmed, to the consternation of the officers stumbling out from their cover. "The situation has been handled," he said to the cop he talked to earlier. "File whatever paperwork necessary, send it to my office. Well done. You're dismissed."
With that, he got back into his SUV, started it, and drove away. Once out of sight of the other officers, he let out a sigh. That was a close one, he thought. They were about to open a portal. Good thing I figured out how to blow it up just as it started to open. Otherwise...some very bad things might have come through. They may have, in fact. Guess I'll have to keep an eye out.
Deep inside of his mind, almost unnoticed by Rick, more of a feeling than an actual thought, an answer came, Yes, we will.
