Sunday: January 27, 2008
Who: Dylan and Adair!
When: Morning
Where: Town Hall
What: Dylan is troubled with current events and needs help.
Despite having a suspect in custody, Dylan’s worries were not assuaged. The image of the man seen by the psychometrics and the young woman in the medical pavilion matched the man in custody, but Dylan could not help his misgivings. The last time they dealt with lawbreakers, they had been completely wrong. Their suspects had been seen near the scene of the crime, but had not committed the actual crime.
It wasn’t that Dylan did not trust the young lady who had been attacked. On the contrary, he believed every word of it, and every word of it troubled his inner being. A thief was one thing and a murderer was another, but someone who would purposefully drag out the pain of another for pure pleasure was something beyond the djinni’s comprehension. Torture was the one thing Dylan could not ever accept in this world, but the images the psychometrics saw did not lie. They were dealing with a psychopath. The only real questions were did they have the right man in their custody and was it possible for them to be wrong?
Dylan did not trust himself enough to know the difference, and Miss Hart was in no condition to look upon their suspect for confirmation of his identify yet. He wanted some other way to question the man in the dungeon, the man who would not speak of anything other than riddles and dodge questions when asked them. They had gotten nothing out of him all night. The first thing that came to mind was a telepath or perhaps an empath. He would have to find one first.
The Town Hall seemed alive with people since the happy announcement of the Vice Council. It was one of the good things happening lately. Dylan maneuvered his way through the crowd to find a quiet spot in one of the hallways. He stared forward out of one of the windows at the bright rays of the rising sun as if the heavenly body could tell him what he should do next.
He needed to know what to do next.
When: Morning
Where: Town Hall
What: Dylan is troubled with current events and needs help.
Despite having a suspect in custody, Dylan’s worries were not assuaged. The image of the man seen by the psychometrics and the young woman in the medical pavilion matched the man in custody, but Dylan could not help his misgivings. The last time they dealt with lawbreakers, they had been completely wrong. Their suspects had been seen near the scene of the crime, but had not committed the actual crime.
It wasn’t that Dylan did not trust the young lady who had been attacked. On the contrary, he believed every word of it, and every word of it troubled his inner being. A thief was one thing and a murderer was another, but someone who would purposefully drag out the pain of another for pure pleasure was something beyond the djinni’s comprehension. Torture was the one thing Dylan could not ever accept in this world, but the images the psychometrics saw did not lie. They were dealing with a psychopath. The only real questions were did they have the right man in their custody and was it possible for them to be wrong?
Dylan did not trust himself enough to know the difference, and Miss Hart was in no condition to look upon their suspect for confirmation of his identify yet. He wanted some other way to question the man in the dungeon, the man who would not speak of anything other than riddles and dodge questions when asked them. They had gotten nothing out of him all night. The first thing that came to mind was a telepath or perhaps an empath. He would have to find one first.
The Town Hall seemed alive with people since the happy announcement of the Vice Council. It was one of the good things happening lately. Dylan maneuvered his way through the crowd to find a quiet spot in one of the hallways. He stared forward out of one of the windows at the bright rays of the rising sun as if the heavenly body could tell him what he should do next.
He needed to know what to do next.