Draco Cronnoc II
You never thought it'd come to this, but here it was. Combing the home of your best officer was not something you expected to do today. But then again, you did not expect the largest employer in your town to be levelled either.
You take Greg's keys from the police force's rack (you've always liked how that the enforcers of the law leave their keys in a place anyone could get to easily). Leaving the station, you realize that it would not be wise to try to drive Greg's car. Deborah's car was bombed, and maybe his was too.
Looks like it's time for another taxi. As Richland Harbor is not the most populated of cities, it does take you awhile to get a taxi, but you eventually achieve it.
You direct the driver to Greg's house without difficulty; you've been there numerous times before. In fifteen minutes you arrive at your desired destination and pay the driver accordingly.
You knock on the door gently, having remembered that Greg's fiancee Ari Simmons was probably home. Your speculation proves to be fact when Ari opens the door.
Upon seeing you Ari gasps and her face turns ashen. You begin to become suspicious. "Ari, why such a fearful reaction?"
She shrieks. "Draco, you're Greg's boss, and on my doorstep on the day of a terrorist attack in our city! Is Greg alright?"
Oh yeah. You'd forgotten about that. However, your quick mind has already plotted a different tactic that would achieve your means better and hurt no one.
"I decided to tell you myself, Ari. Greg...died in the line of duty. Most heroically, you can be certain. Once we got word that Rigor Industries had been attacked, we went their with all speed. Greg personally saved three men and a woman from the wreckage before he was caught in one of the many sporadic fires."
No reason for Ari to know the truth. Chances are Greg did not involve her in his malice. After all, he'd fooled you, and you're one of the best in the world at finding hidden motives. Who's to say he couldn't fool his fiancee?
"Oh Draco," she sobs, falling into your arms. "Why did this have to happen?"
You caress her hair and whisper into her ear comforting words. When she disjoins you continue your speech. "He did what was best for his fellow man, everything we could have wanted. You can be sure you'll receive restitution for his death."
"I don't care about the money," she says with a faraway look.
You can tell that now is not the time to press Ari for any available records concerning Greg's communication with the outside world, so you leave her to grieve, deciding to return tomorrow.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The following day you again knock on the door. It is evident that Ari did not sleep the previous night; her eyes are bloodshot from tears, fatigue, and alcohol.
You console her some more and enter the house. Eventually you are able to slip in the words that you'll need Greg's computer and mail in order to give her the money she deserved. She gives you the desired objects without complaint.
You return to the station and give the comupter to one of your more technically apt employees, choosing to dissect the mail yourself. You close the door to your office and open the mazingly large bag of mail you brought.
Apparently Greg was an active mailer. Not surprising. Traditional mail these days is probably the safest method of communication. There is no way the government could keep statistics on mail; not only because of its sheer volume but because of the fact that it's in a physical form rather than an electronic one. Plus, mailing machines are incredibly accurate if one writes legibly.
Still, mailers had to be careful not to disclose anything to incriminating for fear of carrier or machine error. So, chances are you won't find anyone telling Greg to kill Deborah or suchlike. Something more general.
And you're right. The fourth letter you extract proves to be the winner:
Greg Meder:
Our work is going as planned. I trust that you'll go through with what we need you to do. Deborah Lakins is a threat. She's good. You'll need to make sure she doesn't interrupt us.
However, there's something more. Draco Cronnoc was recently employed at your station and pushed through the ranks almost immediately. He is just as dangerous as Lakins. You must make sure he doesn't reach the scene once it's happened. You have a meeting with those we are co-operating with tomorrow.
1582 Jersey Avenue, Dover, Delaware.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You stand in awe before 1582 Jersey Avenue, Dover, Delaware. You got extremely lucky finding this place. The probable headquarters of Red Exterior in a letter! What are the chances?
Thus, you must not let this opportunity escape. You enter the building and take a look around. You are in a type of factory, where you are now could be considered an antechamber. The room is full of computers.
Damn. Computers. Well, you have a very limited knowledge concerning computers. One of the only things you can do is turn computers on, get them out of "sleep," and access Microsoft Word.
You push the "on" button on every computer, and for the ones that are already on you wake from rest. Nothing special appears on any of them until you reach the middle computer; one of the ones that was in sleep.
And for the second time that day, you become the luckiest man alive. By some great stroke of luck the computer has an email on the screen! Somebody must have been reading the email and then put in in sleep. The email was sent by FMackenzie@army.gov, a curious sender.
Excellent work on Friday, Mr. Chinn. We could not have done this without the help of Red Exterior. In exchange for your five attacks on our country, we will pay monthly allowances of $12,000,000 to Red Exterior for the next five years. In that time, you must also hold up your end of the bargain. Do not tell any jury, judge, press worker, or anyone from that matter about our actions and crimes. This is our little secret. Your group will take full responsiblity and the correlating punishments. Any leaks, and the money gets flushed down the toilet. I am confident the Graes Group will trouble us no more.
Holy Jesus! The US Army supported those who attacked America! What can this mean?
However, before you can properly think this over, you hear a voice in your ear.
"Do not move. I have a gun pointed directly at your neck." The voice is unrecognizable, but it possesses a dangerous hiss. This man is not a friend.
You know you have to get away. But how?
You take Greg's keys from the police force's rack (you've always liked how that the enforcers of the law leave their keys in a place anyone could get to easily). Leaving the station, you realize that it would not be wise to try to drive Greg's car. Deborah's car was bombed, and maybe his was too.
Looks like it's time for another taxi. As Richland Harbor is not the most populated of cities, it does take you awhile to get a taxi, but you eventually achieve it.
You direct the driver to Greg's house without difficulty; you've been there numerous times before. In fifteen minutes you arrive at your desired destination and pay the driver accordingly.
You knock on the door gently, having remembered that Greg's fiancee Ari Simmons was probably home. Your speculation proves to be fact when Ari opens the door.
Upon seeing you Ari gasps and her face turns ashen. You begin to become suspicious. "Ari, why such a fearful reaction?"
She shrieks. "Draco, you're Greg's boss, and on my doorstep on the day of a terrorist attack in our city! Is Greg alright?"
Oh yeah. You'd forgotten about that. However, your quick mind has already plotted a different tactic that would achieve your means better and hurt no one.
"I decided to tell you myself, Ari. Greg...died in the line of duty. Most heroically, you can be certain. Once we got word that Rigor Industries had been attacked, we went their with all speed. Greg personally saved three men and a woman from the wreckage before he was caught in one of the many sporadic fires."
No reason for Ari to know the truth. Chances are Greg did not involve her in his malice. After all, he'd fooled you, and you're one of the best in the world at finding hidden motives. Who's to say he couldn't fool his fiancee?
"Oh Draco," she sobs, falling into your arms. "Why did this have to happen?"
You caress her hair and whisper into her ear comforting words. When she disjoins you continue your speech. "He did what was best for his fellow man, everything we could have wanted. You can be sure you'll receive restitution for his death."
"I don't care about the money," she says with a faraway look.
You can tell that now is not the time to press Ari for any available records concerning Greg's communication with the outside world, so you leave her to grieve, deciding to return tomorrow.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The following day you again knock on the door. It is evident that Ari did not sleep the previous night; her eyes are bloodshot from tears, fatigue, and alcohol.
You console her some more and enter the house. Eventually you are able to slip in the words that you'll need Greg's computer and mail in order to give her the money she deserved. She gives you the desired objects without complaint.
You return to the station and give the comupter to one of your more technically apt employees, choosing to dissect the mail yourself. You close the door to your office and open the mazingly large bag of mail you brought.
Apparently Greg was an active mailer. Not surprising. Traditional mail these days is probably the safest method of communication. There is no way the government could keep statistics on mail; not only because of its sheer volume but because of the fact that it's in a physical form rather than an electronic one. Plus, mailing machines are incredibly accurate if one writes legibly.
Still, mailers had to be careful not to disclose anything to incriminating for fear of carrier or machine error. So, chances are you won't find anyone telling Greg to kill Deborah or suchlike. Something more general.
And you're right. The fourth letter you extract proves to be the winner:
Greg Meder:
Our work is going as planned. I trust that you'll go through with what we need you to do. Deborah Lakins is a threat. She's good. You'll need to make sure she doesn't interrupt us.
However, there's something more. Draco Cronnoc was recently employed at your station and pushed through the ranks almost immediately. He is just as dangerous as Lakins. You must make sure he doesn't reach the scene once it's happened. You have a meeting with those we are co-operating with tomorrow.
1582 Jersey Avenue, Dover, Delaware.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You stand in awe before 1582 Jersey Avenue, Dover, Delaware. You got extremely lucky finding this place. The probable headquarters of Red Exterior in a letter! What are the chances?
Thus, you must not let this opportunity escape. You enter the building and take a look around. You are in a type of factory, where you are now could be considered an antechamber. The room is full of computers.
Damn. Computers. Well, you have a very limited knowledge concerning computers. One of the only things you can do is turn computers on, get them out of "sleep," and access Microsoft Word.
You push the "on" button on every computer, and for the ones that are already on you wake from rest. Nothing special appears on any of them until you reach the middle computer; one of the ones that was in sleep.
And for the second time that day, you become the luckiest man alive. By some great stroke of luck the computer has an email on the screen! Somebody must have been reading the email and then put in in sleep. The email was sent by FMackenzie@army.gov, a curious sender.
Excellent work on Friday, Mr. Chinn. We could not have done this without the help of Red Exterior. In exchange for your five attacks on our country, we will pay monthly allowances of $12,000,000 to Red Exterior for the next five years. In that time, you must also hold up your end of the bargain. Do not tell any jury, judge, press worker, or anyone from that matter about our actions and crimes. This is our little secret. Your group will take full responsiblity and the correlating punishments. Any leaks, and the money gets flushed down the toilet. I am confident the Graes Group will trouble us no more.
Holy Jesus! The US Army supported those who attacked America! What can this mean?
However, before you can properly think this over, you hear a voice in your ear.
"Do not move. I have a gun pointed directly at your neck." The voice is unrecognizable, but it possesses a dangerous hiss. This man is not a friend.
You know you have to get away. But how?