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Part 1
Even the best of intentions tended to backfire at some point and time. Intentions usually, however, did not lead to one going to a strip club to drink and smoke for the first time again in years.
At precisely nine am, a loud knock had awoken Edwin from his sleep in his room at the Bellagio Hotel. He’d answered the door wearing his pajama pants and a robe that the room provided. Outside stood four suit clad men from the HILE, all of which, Edwin knew personally. He didn’t even have a chance to invite them inside; they muscled their way into his room. Taken aback by these events, he demanded to know what their business was and why they were treating him, a much respected and high ranking officer with such disrespect.
“You’ve been suspected of lying to the HILE.”
Those words met his ears and his face dropped a degree in shock before it shifted into pure and utter rage. “Excuse me?” His brows rose almost meeting his hairline and he snorted at them. “You have no idea who you are dealing with.” His brows rose once again when one of the men, a man by the name of Devin Harding, pulled a file out.
“Edwin Fairchild, born to Alice and Timothy Fairchild on March 5, 1980…” Devin started only to be interrupted moments after.
“I bloody well know who my parents are, and I bloody well know my own birthday.” He snorted at the other, rolling his eyes.
“But you aren’t the only one who shares that birthday are you?” The tallest out of the men, Phillip Roland, spoke and stepped forward.
“As I recall I have a twin, yes.” Edwin canted his head to the side, crossing his arms over his chest and waited.
Phillip nodded his head, and Devin flipped a few more pages. “Basil Fairchild came into his mutant powers at the age of 13, escaped multiple times from the HILE holding facility only to be recaptured up until five years ago when he was broken out by one Nathanial Sterling, also a known mutant. He’s a known murderer, mutant and fugitive from the law.”
Edwin stared blankly at the men in his room. “And?” He raised a brow, even though his insides had slowly begun to turn.
“And,” Philip started, “You have been suspected of lying to the HILE. Last night we received intelligence that crew from the King’s Ransom were going to be selling a lighting coil to the Nevada Power Company. You stated earlier yesterday in your meeting with Agent Campanello that you believed they would be going to Los Angeles. Funny how your brother was broken out by the leader of this mutant gang that robbed De Vries two days ago only to tell the superiors that they would be going to Los Angeles when they are in fact here in Las Vegas when you happened to request to go here as well.”
Edwin chuckled, shaking his head at the men in the room. “Funny? How in the hell is that funny? If I’d known that they were coming here do you not think for one second that I wouldn’t tell you lot that?” He challenged, tilting his head up and looking at them down his nose.
“We’ve come to not believe a lot of things, Detective Fairchild. Get dressed, you’re coming with us.”
Even the best of intentions tended to backfire at some point and time. Intentions usually, however, did not lead to one going to a strip club to drink and smoke for the first time again in years.
At precisely nine am, a loud knock had awoken Edwin from his sleep in his room at the Bellagio Hotel. He’d answered the door wearing his pajama pants and a robe that the room provided. Outside stood four suit clad men from the HILE, all of which, Edwin knew personally. He didn’t even have a chance to invite them inside; they muscled their way into his room. Taken aback by these events, he demanded to know what their business was and why they were treating him, a much respected and high ranking officer with such disrespect.
“You’ve been suspected of lying to the HILE.”
Those words met his ears and his face dropped a degree in shock before it shifted into pure and utter rage. “Excuse me?” His brows rose almost meeting his hairline and he snorted at them. “You have no idea who you are dealing with.” His brows rose once again when one of the men, a man by the name of Devin Harding, pulled a file out.
“Edwin Fairchild, born to Alice and Timothy Fairchild on March 5, 1980…” Devin started only to be interrupted moments after.
“I bloody well know who my parents are, and I bloody well know my own birthday.” He snorted at the other, rolling his eyes.
“But you aren’t the only one who shares that birthday are you?” The tallest out of the men, Phillip Roland, spoke and stepped forward.
“As I recall I have a twin, yes.” Edwin canted his head to the side, crossing his arms over his chest and waited.
Phillip nodded his head, and Devin flipped a few more pages. “Basil Fairchild came into his mutant powers at the age of 13, escaped multiple times from the HILE holding facility only to be recaptured up until five years ago when he was broken out by one Nathanial Sterling, also a known mutant. He’s a known murderer, mutant and fugitive from the law.”
Edwin stared blankly at the men in his room. “And?” He raised a brow, even though his insides had slowly begun to turn.
“And,” Philip started, “You have been suspected of lying to the HILE. Last night we received intelligence that crew from the King’s Ransom were going to be selling a lighting coil to the Nevada Power Company. You stated earlier yesterday in your meeting with Agent Campanello that you believed they would be going to Los Angeles. Funny how your brother was broken out by the leader of this mutant gang that robbed De Vries two days ago only to tell the superiors that they would be going to Los Angeles when they are in fact here in Las Vegas when you happened to request to go here as well.”
Edwin chuckled, shaking his head at the men in the room. “Funny? How in the hell is that funny? If I’d known that they were coming here do you not think for one second that I wouldn’t tell you lot that?” He challenged, tilting his head up and looking at them down his nose.
“We’ve come to not believe a lot of things, Detective Fairchild. Get dressed, you’re coming with us.”