gotthestory (gotthestory) wrote in oblivionrp, @ 2009-04-27 14:12:00 |
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Who: Graham and an informant
Where: Above the aft-port elevators
When:
Graham Shepherd felt like a bad investigator. So far all he’d gotten by way of information was things Sean Flynn already found out. Or, rather, he was a good investigator but wasn’t doing any better than Flynn, thus not adding to the knowledge pool.
But he had something now. The man who ran the wine and cheese shop had been in a relationship with one of the nurses. Poor bloke couldn’t even mourn his girl disappearing, as there was no proof she was dead. Anyway, he was told to go to the woman’s best friend on board. That contact had set up a meeting, here. There were worries of the higher ups finding out who had talked. Graham was going to get a complete list of the missing crew. It was supposed to be quite large.
Graham had his mini recorder in hand as he paced the upper maintenance area that accessed the elevators. He turned when his new source stepped inside. “They’re hiding things.” The voice was agitated. “You’re press. You’ll let everyone know, right?”
“Yes, of course I will. I’ll make sure the whole ship knows what’s going on.” Graham felt confident in his promise.
“No! No, nonono… They got to you. You were supposed to HELP. But they got you.” The man sounded despairing now and he ran a hand through his hair before starting to pace, mirroring Graham’s movements moments ago.
“What? No… no one got to me. I’m just looking for information.” Graham thumbed the on switch of his recorder. “You said you knew how many staff were missing.”
“You know. You know already. You’re one of them. They put it in you. I can see it, squirming inside.” The man spat, his tone one of rage mixed with fear.
“What?” Graham asked again, his own voice a little higher. This was not good. The guy had some sort of psychotic break. Right. Graham edged a bit, trying to get closer to the door . “No one put anything in me. My name is Graham Shepherd. I’m a reporter for the New York Post.” Calm, reassuring words, even tone. Mustn’t spook the psycho.
“You used to be. But you aren’t anymore. But I’ll help you. I’ll help because it’s the right thing to do.” The man let out a sigh. “Because people have to be saved.”
“Quite right. People have to be saved.” Graham agreed, edging a bit closer to the door. He never really saw the man move. He just felt the pain, ripping through his stomach. He felt hot, wetness soaking into his clothing, a kind of undertone to the agony. His hands went to the pain, dropping his recorder. He brought up one of his hands, looking at the palm covered in blood.
“I’ll save you. I’ll get it out. You’ll be you again.” The voice whispered in Graham’s ear.
Graham’s eyes were wide, his mouth dropped open in shock. This wasn’t supposed to happen. The last thought that went through him was simple.
‘Oh Katie, I’m sorry, baby.’