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Nov 25, 2016 18:32:42 GMT
Post by Will Chase on Nov 25, 2016 18:32:42 GMT
| Will had barely slept at all the previous night, too busy thinking about what he had learned.
About what Harry had told him.
This was.... This was big. So many things he'd thought he'd known proved wrong in an instant. In a single conversation, his world had suddenly expanded.
Even the hour of sleep he had managed to grab had been poor; he'd woken up with a raging headache, and the sudden, bizarre, conviction that the neighbour was cheating on his wife. It didn't make sense, all he could remember were flashes of words.
That bitch he's so nice I wonder what I'll have for breakfast I'm gonna be late for work that was the best thing ever dude I'm like totally stoned oh God she's so much better than Carol I missed the bus mom's gonna kill me I'm gonna kill him everything's gone wrong and it's all that's the spot I'm so tired.
He knew where to go thankfully, Dominic had been kind enough to tell him where they were meeting. He wondered how they'd react to what he'd learn.
Persephone would probably be pissed; the doctor had turned up mere moments after she'd left after all. Will still didn't know why she'd waited, why she'd held off till he was alone. With what he'd learned from Harry, he doubted it was because she hadn't arrived in time to catch them both. No, it had been deliberate. But why?
He took the steps up to the second floor of the apartment block two at a time, The door definitely wasn't locked, he could tell from the way it was wide open, and he could hear talking. He made sure to knock, it was only polite after all, before stepping inside and shutting the door behind him.
He took a few paces forward so that he could see everyone, even as he heard Alice speak. He was confused for a moment, and then he saw the electricity crackling around Dominic's hand. There was a fork suspended in the air as well, the sight so incongruous that Will found himself stunned for a moment. That had to be Mason, he was the only one missing from their little group.
He remembered what Elaine had said about Persephone's headaches. That stuff about 'changes' and 'birthright'.
Shit. So that was what she'd meant.
He coughed to get their attention. "Guys, there's something you need to know."
Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.
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Nov 16, 2016 20:27:37 GMT
Post by Will Chase on Nov 16, 2016 20:27:37 GMT
| A coffee and a table later, and Will found himself sitting opposite Harry. Roman was off by the door, but to Will his watchful gaze was obvious. It seemed he wasn’t the only one who was paranoid.
Harry definitely was confident. Will was only having his initial assumption proven. He had to have scary backers, he was too confident for it to be otherwise. Unless… No, just because he’d seen one impossible thing done by the doctor didn’t mean that this guy had any similar tricks. He was just a normal man, sitting down to have coffee and ask a few questions. They both were. Right?
But Harry was speaking, so Will dragged his attention back to the matter at hand.
“Will is fine.”
Harry continued, and once he’d finished Will sat forward in his chair, his coffee untouched on the table.
“Even if I did know anything about this person of interest, why are you after her? Why should I help you? All I’ve heard so far are vague statements and a couple of bad jokes.”
The man sitting opposite the investigator clutched his chest as though injured.
“You wound me. I always thought my jokes were particularly sharp.”
He shrugged, “I would say that ‘after her’ sounds a little too dramatic, but we’ve already been through the Men in Black jokes so let’s move on. The woman you have been in contact with is dangerous, and she has pulled you into something much bigger than you could understand right now. We need to know who else she has been in contact with?”
Dangerous? How so? Will wasn’t particularly surprised that she was dangerous - he didn’t think he’d ever be able to forget how confident she’d been even when alone with a man who outweighed her by a significant margin - but he was getting really tired of people being vague.
“You say she is dangerous, that she’s pulled me into something much bigger than I could understand. Try me. Because trust me Harry, I’ve been through a lot of shit recently and there’s not much left that could surprise me.”
He could still remember the pain, the shock as the metal punched into his gut. No matter what the guy said, Will had a feeling that his near-death and miraculous survival had been significantly more surprising.
“Ok Mr Chase, but don’t blame me if you don’t believe me. You’ve heard of ghosts? Impossible stories? Tall tales? Every ghost, werewolf and alien attack you’ve ever heard of. They’re all true, but they’re not aliens. They are simply people who lost control of their abilities. Humanity has convinced itself that there is no such thing as magic, that humans have limits, that we operate within the confines of the laws of physics. You have blinded yourself to the truth far more effectively than any conspiracy ever could have. She wants to change that.”
He leaned forward, his face serious, “and we can’t allow that to happen.”
Okay… Magic? Super powers? Well, that was a surprise. Will would’ve laughed aloud, except hadn’t he just been thinking about how confident Harry was despite his seeming lack of security. He found himself thinking back on the doctor, that woman with so much control, so much confidence; he recognised it now, thought himself an idiot for not doing so earlier.
She wasn’t confident that nothing could hurt her, she knew it for a fact.
Then Will processed the rest of what Harry had said, and found himself growing angry. Knowledge had power true, and some knowledge was dangerous. But to hide something of this magnitude, to conceal it from the world? To seek to silence the one person trying to reveal it?
It made his blood boil, and for a moment he felt as if the whole world had opened up before his rage.
Then it was gone.
Will reached across the table and gripped Harry’s wrist, looking the man in the eye. He felt something shift.
“Why? Why hide it?”
Honesty is the first chapter in the book of wisdom.
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Post by Will Chase on Nov 9, 2016 20:11:06 GMT
| Will relaxed. Slightly.
"What, no underground bunker? I'm disappointed."
So yes, he had been being paranoid. Though he still wasn't sure by how much. After all, he certainly hadn't done anything recently worth a visit, and if they'd just wanted to talk about the crash surely he and the others wouldn't have been allowed to leave the hospital as quickly as they had.
No, there had to be something more to this.
Still, no reason to avoid them. If it was something simple and basic it'd be over quickly and he'd be none the worse for it. If it wasn't? Well, it's not like they could do anything in a hospital Starbucks.
"Sure, let's go."
It's not what you look at that matters, it's what you see.
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Post by Will Chase on Nov 7, 2016 21:04:33 GMT
| Shit.
Now he had to deal with not just a vanishing mystery doctor, but Suits as well. Will hated Suits, they always had too much to hide. Worse, he'd just had some really weird shit happen to him, and he wasn't looking forward to anymore surprises.
The one further back was carrying, and from the way he was standing it looked like he was trying to hide it, trying to look non-threatening. The gun was obviously subtle enough if the guy had been able to walk into a hospital with it, but he wasn't doing particularly well at the latter. Will didn't know many people taller than him, but this guy was massive and not in the nice way, where they were overweight, slow and easy to either run down or run away from.
He looked like the muscle; not dumb, but definitely a grunt rather than a leader.
But the other guy... He was different. Probably still not very high up, but he looked like the kind of man who had at least some pull within his organisation. It was the confidence, not the doctor's kind of confidence - that total assurance that nothing would be able to even touch her - but the kind of confidence a man had when he knew several very scary people who wouldn't be very happy if he wound up dead.
Will was many things, but he wasn't an idiot. He was pretty damn sure he knew what, or rather who, this was about. He'd just watched her vanish after all.
He turned to face the approaching man, slipping his hands into his coat pockets as he did so. No piece, he had been in too much of a rush to pick it up. Stupid. Still, he had his keys, a couple of packets of sugar and some loose change. More than enough if things went south, so long as mister muscle wasn't stupid enough to pull a gun in a hospital.
Hey, he was paranoid, and he'd just seen a woman seemingly disappear simply by walking into a closet.
"Where would we be going?"
Talent is God given. Be humble. Fame is man-given. Be grateful. Conceit is self-given. Be careful.
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Post by Will Chase on Nov 6, 2016 21:22:16 GMT
| Okay, he needed to concentrate. Here she was, a walking, talking miracle worker, and he still had no idea who she was or why she’d saved him.
She spoke like she knew both him and Dominic, and he had a feeling that she’d talk the exact same way about the others. She was too confident, too secure in her knowledge. Too accurate. It worried him - very few people had such self assurance, and all those he had met were dangerous.
“How did you save us, and why?”
She shrugged, “I have my ways…”
She paused, as though considering the second question.
“In truth… you were the right people, in the right place, at the right time.”
Curious. Not that she’d concealed her methods, he had known she probably wouldn’t answer even as he’d asked the question, but her reasoning why. Finding people in the right place, at the right time was not something strange to him; hell he’d been one of those people even before this. But to say that they were the right people… What was her criteria? For him, the right people were the ones who could help him discover the truth. But for her? Lots of people had died in that car crash, or in the hospital afterwards. Why had they been saved where so many others hadn’t?
“How did you decide that we were the right people to save?”
She smiled in amusement, “I didn’t. I just found you… you could call it serendipity.”
Oh she was interesting. She also found this amusing, which meant that he wasn’t asking the right questions. He didn’t know if he was on a time limit, or if he could only ask a set number of questions. He needed to be better.
“You saved all of us, fixed what should’ve been lethal injuries to the point where not even a scratch was left. Why then, was Persephone in such pain? It was not a pre-existing condition, I can work that much out.”
His question was answered with a raised eyebrow before any words were uttered.
“Adapting, the body can only take so much change so fast.”
For the first time since their conversation began she looked concerned, “she should be fine once things have settled.”
Adapting. What did she mean? And change? How was Persephone’s body changing, and why? Could she answer those questions? No, probably not, or at least not the first one; she had looked concerned over the changes, and why would she be concerned if she knew what they were?
The conversation was a maze, and Will was trying to find his way through without a map. What was worse, was that he wasn’t sure if she had intended it that way, or if he had merely trapped himself in a prison entirely of his own design.
“Adapting?”
“Of course, to the changes.”
She spoke as though she were almost surprised by his question, almost as if he should understand her motivations entirely.
What changes? She spoke as if he should’ve already known, but he didn’t and it irritated him. He hated not knowing things.
“What changes?”
‘Elaine Bennet’ turned away a little, glancing back down the corridor. Two men stood there, before one of them started in their direction.
“Your birthright...”
She spun around and walked through the door immediately behind her, pulling it closed as she did so.
Will followed her, stepping forward. He opened the door, and reeled back in shock. She was gone, vanished into thin air; the room was a closet, there wasn’t space for to have hidden. She was just… not there anymore.
What the hell was going on?
Knowledge has to be improved, challenged, and increased constantly, or it vanishes
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Post by Will Chase on Nov 6, 2016 21:14:23 GMT
| Will was still distracted by what had happened with Persephone, and by the bad news he had just received from Jacob. That was the only reason it took him so long to respond to the doctor, and the reason why he was so abrupt. “Hi.”
Then he froze and thought back over the past few seconds. He hadn’t told the woman his name, she’d already known it; Will was certain he’d never met her before, and he had a good memory for people, particularly ones as unique as this doctor. He had encountered people with similar bearings before, but this woman’s was sharp in a way theirs hadn’t been. She seemed totally in control, totally secure in who she was in a way he had only rarely witnessed.
She was a doctor. She was short, and female.
Could it be? Maybe. But it couldn’t be that easy, surely.
No way to know, unless he asked.
“Tell me,” he said. The words were carefully chosen, and he turned to look her in the eyes. “If I were to ask your name, would you say Elaine Bennet?”
Information is not knowledge
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Post by Will Chase on Nov 6, 2016 20:33:39 GMT
| Shit, had he done the wrong thing again? Were they really something she was used to? But no, no that couldn’t be it. He’d seen the surprise on her face, the agony she had experienced. No matter how quickly she seemed to have brushed it off, that had been more than a headache. That had looked more like a migraine.
But he’d pissed her off apparently. God damn it, he just couldn’t get a break could he?
But he recognised that expression. Oh, did he recognise it. He’d seen a similar one hundreds of times before. She’d found something, something she needed to investigate, something she needed to know. He knew the feeling.
He wanted to go after her, but knew that he couldn’t. He was too close, and he was fairly sure that she’d just tell him to get lost if he tried.
Then his phone started ringing, and suddenly he was focussing on something else; Persephone’s plight may not have been totally gone from his mind, but it was significantly less important to him than it had been only moments before.
“Jacob, please tell me you have good news.”
Human behaviour flows from three main sources: desire, emotion, and knowledge
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Post by Will Chase on Nov 6, 2016 20:27:43 GMT
| “Thanks Jacob, call me back when you’ve got something.” Will put his phone back in his pocket and spoke to Persephone. “That was a friend of mine in the SFPD, he’s going to run the name for us.”
There was no response, so he turned and, for the briefest of moments, froze in surprise.
Persephone was on her knees, her face twisted in agony. She was twitching, shaking ever so slightly. “Shit,” he barked and strode towards her quickly. He crouched in front of her and seized her by the shoulders. “Persephone, what is it? What’s causing the pain?”
He turned to the receptionist, who still hadn’t done anything and was instead standing there staring at them with shock written on her face. “What the hell are you standing around for,” he snapped. “Call a doctor, now. This is supposed to be fucking hospital, get a move on.” Once she’d been shaken out of her funk, the woman acted with admirable speed and a doctor was there quickly.
“Do you have any idea what’s causing this?”
“No, no idea. I mean, we were in the car crash a couple of days ago and just got out earlier, but the doctor said we had all recovered, and she was perfectly fine until just before.”
We are all born ignorant, but one must work hard to remain stupid
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Post by Will Chase on Nov 6, 2016 20:21:01 GMT
| What was that? Persephone had almost collapsed, he had seen the agony on her face. And now she was fine? He didn’t understand. Sudden and unexpected pain was nothing strange, but for it to disappear so suddenly?
And from her face this had never happened before. Was it a result of the crash? But surely the doctor would’ve told her if there was a problem, if only to avoid a court case.
And did he dare bring it up? She had reacted poorly earlier, and he still didn’t know why. Would she react even more poorly if he tried to get her checked out? Shit, he hated things like this. He’d been on the back foot ever since he’d woken up, and it was starting to get to him. He needed to turn this around, find some way to advance.
But Persephone was right, the name could easily have been faked. The woman at the desk may have been tired or new, or both, but she had given him access to the book far too easily. Hell, she hadn’t hesitated to hand it over to him for even a second. The miracle worker could’ve signed it with whatever the hell they wanted and no one would’ve been any the wiser.
Eventually, Will decided that to bring up Persephone’s sudden pain when she was so obviously embarrassed about it would be a bad idea after what had happened earlier, and responded to what she had said. “She may very well not be, but we don’t have any other leads right now. I’ll contact a friend and get him to look her up, maybe she’s used the name before and we’ll be able to draw together a list of places she’s been seen.”
He pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialed a number. It rang twice, then was picked up.
“Hello?”
“Hey Jacob, it’s Will. I have a favour to ask…”
The question isn’t who’s going to let me; it’s who is going to stop me
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Post by Will Chase on Nov 6, 2016 20:12:15 GMT
| The doors of the hospital slid open in front of him as he approached, but Will paused for a moment before stepping in. He glanced around as circumspectly as he could, but couldn’t see whatever was causing the apprehension he felt in his gut. He shook himself and stepped through, but kept alert.
The desk was in front of him, the woman working there looking half asleep. He strode over to her and smiled when she looked up. “Hello, I’m Will Chase. I was in the car crash a few days ago, and I was wondering if I could have a look at who signed in that morning. It’s just that a particular doctor saved my life and I’d like to thank her, but no one I’ve asked knows what her name is.”
After a short conversation the woman, Sarah, going by her name tag, was gracious enough to let him flick through.
“Here,” he said, gesturing Persephone over to take a look. “There’s four doctors here I’m unfamiliar with, but only one of them is a woman. Elaine Bennet.”
Real knowledge is to know the extent of one's ignorance
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Post by Will Chase on Nov 6, 2016 14:20:22 GMT
| A plan? Hah, he wished he had a plan. If he had a plan, that would mean that he knew what he was looking for, and knew roughly where to find it. Unfortunately, he was instead in a situation where he had no idea. He was looking for the reason they had been saved, but the identity of the miracle doctor was just the first step and he had no way to see beyond it.
“We’ll be heading to the hospital first to check the sign in book and see if we can find the doctor’s name. If we find something I’ll be getting in touch with a few old friends and seeing if they can find out more. We’re in a position where we have very little to rely on unfortunately, so there’s definitely a chance that we won’t be able to find anything, or that even if we do the name will be fake.”
“We’ll cross that bridge if we come to it, but I’ll probably have a look around the hospital, see if I can’t pick up anything else.”
No man's knowledge here can go beyond his experience
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Post by Will Chase on Nov 6, 2016 12:01:29 GMT
| Okay, that hadn’t been what he’d intended. Will cursed himself. Dammit, he’d thought he’d been dealing with this problem well, but apparently he’d pissed off Persephone. Had he been too abrupt again? Had he implied something he hadn’t meant to? Shit. Ashley had told him again and again, and he’d been trying so hard to do better, but apparently he’d screwed up again.
He was out the door as soon as possible, and after taking a few moments to lock up he went down the corridor as fast as he could, moving at just shy of a run. He was too slow however, and the elevator doors shut just before he got there.
He took the steps two, sometimes even three at a time, skidding to a halt at the bottom just as Persephone was stepping out onto the sidewalk.
“Hey, Persephone.”
The words were spoken with a slight breathlessness; Will was fit, but he’d almost fallen a couple of times and he’d picked up a little bit of adrenaline. He gathered himself and continued.
“I didn’t mean to offend you, I just thought you might need some sleep. I mean, hell, I need some. But I wasn’t joking, I probably will be working through the night, and maybe all of tomorrow as well. If that’s what you want I’d be happy to have you along, it’s always easier with someone as smart as you helping.”
To know that we know what we know, and to know that we do not know what we do not know, that is true knowledge.
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Post by Will Chase on Nov 6, 2016 10:32:37 GMT
| Everything Persephone was saying went on a note and got pinned to the board. The road, the events of the crash, the hospital, the names of all six of us. It was so little, when he stepped back and had a look. Taking up only a tiny part of the wall. Will had a feeling the whole thing would be covered before the case was solved.
“There’s not enough, dammit there’s not enough. I need more information, some hint of what connects everything.”
He didn’t realise he was speaking aloud, so focussed was he on the board.
“The camera idea might work, but if someone doesn’t want to be recognised then it’s relatively easy to avoid them. Cameras in hospitals tend to be used only in very specific areas, and there’s no guarantee that our miracle doctor made use of them. Still, it’s worth checking.”
“Wait, no. Of course, if this person doesn’t want to be found out they’ll have thought of cameras. Chances are the tapes will be wiped. Never mind how difficult it’ll be to get access to the tapes of cameras in a hospital; maybe I could do it if I was still a detective, but not now. No, I need something that most people would miss, something they wouldn’t think to get rid of.”
Will walked past his desk and sat in the chair, leaning back and putting his hands over his eyes. He needed to think, he needed quiet. Then, a few minutes later, an epiphany.
“Of course. It’s so obvious, I can’t believe I didn’t think of it earlier. The desk.” He spoke quickly, not giving Persephone a chance to get a word in. “Everyone entering a hospital has to sign in if they want access to the patient rooms, you can’t just waltz in.”
In short order Will was up and heading for the door, stopping only to snatch his overcoat off the hook he’d left it on before leaving to visit his sister, just before he’d been in the crash. God, it felt like a decade ago.
“You can stay here if you like, or you can go home. If you want any sleep tonight, you’d best not follow me, because I’m going to be working all night.”
It is beyond a doubt that all our knowledge begins with experience
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Post by Will Chase on Nov 6, 2016 10:13:35 GMT
| The cab ride was free, as Persephone had predicted. Well, they had to put up with some frankly appalling jokes from the driver, but that was nothing new. Hell, even police officers on stake-out had better senses of humour than some of the cab drivers Will had needed to put up with, and he’d heard some pretty awful jokes on stake-outs
Still, a free lift was worth the torment.
Persephone’s question left him thinking for a little while, collating the information in his head and trying to find a way to put it into words.
“I’ve only been a PI for a little while, but I was a member of the police department for almost twenty years, and worked in investigation for more than half of that. I am very good at my job Miss, and my record speaks for itself. But this case… I don’t know. I said earlier that there was something off about it, but let me clarify that now.”
“This whole situation makes no goddamn sense.”
“Let’s say we assume for a minute that this mystery miracle worker did all of this out of the kindness of their heart. Why haven’t we heard of them before? Why did they disappear so suddenly, without leaving so much as a name? Why did even the doctors at the hospital have no idea who they were? It simply doesn’t make sense.”
“And if they didn’t do it because they’re a good samaritan, why did they? Why save us, of all the people in that crash? And two days? Two days? I remember being skewered like a pig, but here I am, less than two days later, right as rain. That level of medical ability is not just incredible, it’s impossible.”
“I’ve spent my whole life looking for and finding the answers to questions, but in this case I’m not sure if there are any that I’ll be able to find.”
Will knew that he’d been ranting. It was something he normally tried not to do, but this whole situation was hitting all of his buttons. It worried him. He’d never before come across something where he couldn’t see any possible explanation. There was always something, some possibility, no matter how small. But this? He couldn’t see it.
He needed time, time to process, a chance to gather more information.
“... Sorry about that, I get overly passionate in situations like this.”
The rest of the cab ride passed in silence, with even the driver quietened by Will’s rant.
They came to a stop, and Will remembered himself enough to thank the driver for the lift before leading Persephone to the door of the apartment building and typing in the code to let himself in, quickly ascending the stairs to the fifth floor. He grabbed the key from his pocket - luckily it had survived the car crash and been on the table beside his hospital bed - and let them in.
The room was spartan, a couple of landscapes on the right wall and a plain wood desk facing the door. Indeed, the only thing that in any way made it unique was the huge board on the left wall. It was clean at the moment, because he hadn’t had a case for a few days, but Will knew in his gut that the whole thing would be covered soon enough. He used it in his cases to help with his thinking processes, pinning what he knew to the board and drawing connections between pieces of information.
While Persephone looked around he grabbed some contact lenses from the side and put them in.
It was the desk that he moved to next, grabbing up a set of post-it notes and a pen from one of the drawers before turning to Persephone.
“So, what do we know?”
To know, is to know that you know nothing. That is the meaning of true knowledge
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Post by Will Chase on Nov 6, 2016 10:00:37 GMT
| She was very good. The tone was flawless, the body language excellently crafted to create an image, an illusion of an earnest young woman. But despite how clever she obviously was, she had made one fatal error. She had underestimated him.
Maybe if she’d been just another person on the street he wouldn’t have noticed it, but she was another part of the mystery, another piece of the puzzle that fixated him, and Will was dangerously observant when he was obsessed.
Still, she could keep doing that for as long as she wanted. The case was more important than whatever her reasons were. Enigmas may have fascinated him, but even investigating interesting people like Persephone fell by the wayside when he had something this significant, and this impossible, to work on.
“We can take a cab and go to my office, I still need a pair of glasses, and I’ve got some things there that make it easier for me to work on a case. The neighbours are used to me working at weird times too, and no one will raise an eyebrow over you visiting a PI’s office in the way they would if we visited my home or yours, or a cafe.”
To acquire knowledge, one must study; but to acquire wisdom, one must observe
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