Captain Samuel Barrenson arrives at Precinct 122 notices five children being led into the station raising his curiosity as he parks a short distance away. As he exits his anti-grav vehicle, his trained eye notices a wheeled SUV, still running, sitting much farther down the street and what appears to be a woman sitting within watching as the children enter the station. He is very curious now, stepping around his vehicle with the intent of approaching the SUV. But he is too late for as the last child enters the precinct, the SUV rapidly pulls away. He hustles in an attempt to at least catch a view of the plate but any chance of that vanishes as another vehicle moves down the street blocking his view.
He purses his lip in disappointment for not being able catch the plate, giving a simple shrug as he stands there watching the SUV turn a corner and vanish. He pulls a small flask from inside his long, leather coat, pops the lid then takes a quick slug of the contents within. He grimaces slightly, shakes his head as the whiskey burns its way down his throat, giving him a warm, comforting feeling as it enters his stomach. He pops the cap back on, sliding the small flask back to the inside of his coat as he crosses the street. He pulls upon the handle to one of the doors allowing him entry into the dark, heavy plate glassed building, vanishing within.
Upon his entry, he is greeted by the usual daily activity of people, loud noises and sounds attributed to a busy police station that lacked the resources to properly police an area three times their normal area. It was something they had become accustomed to in the process of waiting for an increase in financial support that would come, but more like a trickle from a damned up massive river. They did what they could with what they had and in his opinion, the men and women of Precinct 122 were doing a bang up job.
He makes his way across the large, busy room towards the elevators,he responds to those who greet him with smiles,nods, and a few quick words of greetings. He presses the up button taking a relaxed stance as he waits for the elevator to respond. The door opens with its usual soft chime and is about to step in when a firm, strong grip takes hold of his wrist. He turns to find Detective Sarah Reemes smiling at him. He glances down at her hand.
"Does this mean that we're an item now," he jokes.
"Only in your dreams, Samuel" she smirks back, taking her hand from his wrist. "It appears we have a breakthrough and on the same hand, more of a mystery."
His mind flashes back to seeing the children entering the station a very short while ago. Years of training and instinct told him that's what she was about to tell him, but wisdom kept his tongue silent. He simply nods.
"Shall we," she gestures down the hall. "I'd rather not talk about it here."
Samuel follows her down the hall, passing a few interrogation doors along the way stopping just outside the fifth door down. Sarah tuns the door knob, stepping in as she opens the door, he following after her stopping dead in his tracks upon entering the room. He is greeted by the tired eyed, worn look of five young children, each face flashing within his mind as the children abducted over two weeks ago. He feels a sense of elation curling the corner of his mouth but its quickly tempered by the unanswered facts of who had them and how did they get here. He looks towards Sarah.
"You can put your eyeballs back," she smiles. "After a quick, cursory check, they appear fine, tired, worn out and scared, but fine," she adds, nodding to two other offices standing near the children. "I think its important that we question them, but I figured it would be better if we contacted their parents and let them go home."
Samuel nods his approval, the two officers leaving to begin contacting parents who would be relieved and happy to know their children were alive and well. He steps out of the way as the two officers leave the room.
"Have they said anything?"
"Not much. The only one who really said anything was young Maria," she nods to a red headed, seven year old girl, "and all she said was that there was another child. Nothing other than that and the fact they want to go home."
Samuel thinks for a moment, his mind a myriad of thoughts, unanswered questions mixing with his own emotions and feelings of how inadequate he felt at this moment. They had made no headway in the case of this new cult, having shown up some time ago then making themselves scarce. Rumor had it that this cult was the one involved with all the recent kidnappings, not of just children, but of any age group with the big mystery being, no common thread. He was not used to running into dead ends. Not one bit.
"Let the children go home," he finally speaks, "I doubt we're going to get anything new from these children. I'll be back in a couple of hours."
A moment of surprise crosses her face. "But, you just arrived. You have things that need dealing with," she asks, suddenly curious.
"I know," he shrugs, "But I need information on this case and there are only a handful of people on this planet that can help me with anything that is or appears supernatural and one of them lives nearby."
Sarah holds her tongue as the other two officers escort the children out to another room to await the arrival of their parents. These two officers also knew Samuel and Sarah well and didn't want the children listening to what could be spoken. Sarah closes the door once they leave.
A dark look of anger clouds her eyes as she turns to face Samuel, placing her hands upon her hips, standing in a challenging manner before him. "You're not contacting that demon sorceress again are you?" she says in a soft growl.
"Don't even go there, Sarah. I mean it," he snaps back, his face reddening in anger. "It was because of her abilities which gave us the final push in bringing about the capture of the Peace Park serial rapist. I also recall you not saying much when she indirectly assisted you in bringing down the Yellow Dragon drug ring. Just piss off and leave her alone."
For a brief moment, she stares daggers at him. She didn't like nor approve of her captain turning to meta beings for assistance no matter the need or reason. Everyone knew her stance about meta beings, knew her opinion and though she may, on occasion, give a little lee way, she would prefer that meta beings left, find another home on some distant planet. As far as she was concerned, meta beings were more of a detriment and threat to society as a whole.
"But I still don't think...." her words are cut off by his waggling finger, the look in his eyes warning her not to test the limits of their friendship. Her face wrinkles in anger, blushing deep red as she relents.
He shakes his head, stepping next to her. "You're a damned good officer and one hell of a friend, Sarah but please don't push me on this. I have a horrible gut feeling that this situation is, I mean will get worse and if we don't push hard to end it now," he looks her square in the eyes, "I feel that much blood will be spilled. Do you wish that on your conscience?"
She slowly shakes her head, the pent up anger slowly leaves her body in one long sigh. "You're right and I should know by now that you are rarely ever wrong about your gut instincts. Its just!"
There friendship was close enough that he could afford to kiss her upon the side of her head without it being construed as anything else. "I know, Sarah. I know how you feel and thus the reason I have cut down on seeking assistance from Cheyenne but in this case. We've had nothing since this cult showed up almost a year ago. Popping into existence then fading away like the boogey man."
Neither say anything for a few minutes, both knowing his words to be true, both lost in their thoughts until he finally speaks up.
"I'll see you later, Sarah. I have to do this, I have to ask for her help," he says but in a manner respecting her thoughts. He moves to the door, glancing back as his hand reaches down to the door handle.
"I know, Samuel and I understand," she says, looking back to him. A smile curls the corner of her lip as she catches the look in his eyes, speaking his mind before he finds the words. "I'll also let the parents know that we will be by in a few days to talk to their children."
With his thoughts coming from her mouth, he smiles, turns the handle and exits the room, leaving Sarah to her own thoughts. He knew she would be fine, that they often clashed over this meta being situation but unlike her, he believed with all his heart, without them, the ones who aided society, willingly put their lives on the line daily to help all around them against whatever evil or villainy arose. He didn't like the sabre rattling going on within the White House or any government building around the world in regards to metas.
He pushes open the dark, heavy plated glass doors of the precinct, stepping out front. He pauses for a moment, pulling his small metal flask from inside his leather coat. With a twist of the lid, a quick flip of the hand, a swallow of whiskey slides down his throat, warming his stomach. He lids the flask, stuffing it back inside his leather long coat moving down the street to his vehicle. He had thought about using the magical device to contact Cheyenne, but opted for another option. He knew, had a gut instinct that she had no leads either and having known the Cherokee woman for many years,he knew she would be seeking the aid of someone else. A person who had her ears and hands on the heart of Reflex Mega City.
He pulls the door of his vehicle open, slides inside then shuts it. He presses his thumb against a thumb sized, glowing blue button. The button dimly flashes, the anti-grave vehicle starting up immediately. He pulls a small handle back, his vehicle slowly rising into the night sky.
On a night like this, he knew exactly where he would find Sonawail! He turns the car and streaks off in the direction of Reflex's US downtown core.
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