Acoustic Tracer - Intro
by Thomas I.
Original concept and copyright 2000 - Thomas I.
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Year: 2260
In the dark alley ways of downtown Timiwan, there is thick air
that chokes you and water that doesn't dance with mud. The
moisture can your skin to wrinkle quickly and the fog can
sometimes blind you. Even with all these complications in place,
there are those who live in these dark and damp alley ways.
There are even some who walk through these places when
needed or pass by for a moment. For some time though there
was a person who stood around these complications.
A human male, in his early 40's, is leaning against one of the
back corner's of "Ryche's Bakery Store". He's wearing thick
clothing for warmth but there are two articles of clothing
that stands out: a black top hat and a black trench coat. Even
though the temperature around here can be a bit unstable, it
can feel like there are arctic winds blowing by but then
warm air can also come by as well. He's been waiting too
long, tapping his foot and smoking quite slowly, waiting
for the arrival of his untempered ally.
After five minutes, the sounds of footsteps come in close.
The figure coming around the corner is recognized by the
top hat stranger. The figure is an old man, maybe in his
mid 60's. He's wearing a trenchcoat, same as the top hat
straner, but the color of it is dark gray. There's no hat
expect for the white hair which covers his head. In his
right hand is bag with a french bread in it.
"How long has it been now, 45 minutes now?" says the
top hat stranger, taking out his old pocket watch from
his breast pocket.
"I found a good bakeery store on Tirst Ave. and 56th Street.
It's better than this one perhaps?" asks the old man, taking
one side of the corner where the top hat stranger stands.
The top hat stranger gives his answer in the form of a
shrug. Turning his head to one side, the top hat stranger
asked, "Why did you call me here, especially in public?"
"Giland," the old man said and takes a piece of french
bread and hands it to him. "You seem hungry, do you
want a piece? It is very fresh."
Giland slowly takes the piece of bread and squeezes it
slightly. "Your answer, old man," Giland said, raising
his voice a bit.
The old man turns his head away from Giland and sighs
a bit. "One of Khigil's men was captured yesterday by the
Vice division of the UCPO. Homicide was the charge. You
may have heard of him. His name was Faraday. Fortunately,
he was able to destroy vital information before his capture.
Unfortunately, Faraday was later found died in his jail cell
by an unknown liquid substance in his body."
"Unknown liquid substance...what color?" Giland asks with interest.
The old man looks around and finds a small satellite clock
floating by. He checks the time and gathers himself up.
"Well...I must be going now. If you want to know more,
you know where to find me," says the old man.
"Wait! You brought me out for this? Why couldn't we just
talk about this at the usual place?" asks Gilan in an angry tone.
The old man walks away slowly but, before reaching the
corner of the bakery store, he took a small handful of bread
and tosses it to Giland. Giland catches it with a quick swipe.
The old man starts to speak softly. "Sometimes, old friend,
being in public with others is better than being with yourself in
seclusion."
To be continued...
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