Alex Summers (makesomenoise) wrote in wihh_logs, @ 2010-05-06 12:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | alex summers, darius summers, pete wisdom |
Who: Alex Summers and quite a few others
What: The Quest for Lorna Dane
When: Backdated to April 27th
Where: Beginning in the Dane House and continuing from there...
Warnings: Swearing, possible violence
Alex couldn't breathe, or at least it felt like that. His chest was tight around him, and felt like it was squeezing in, choking him steadily. His mind raced from idea to idea, from item to item, even as he finished talking to his brother on the phone. "Thanks, Scott. Let me know what you find out, okay?" He nodded and hung up, eyes dark, mind darker.
He had woken up this morning and found himself missing a week, discovered some weird kind of alternate universe week had happened, sort of like used to happen in the one world with all the crazy. And since he had woken up, with that week missing, he had been unable to locate Lorna. Her Godbox had turned up abandoned, and he felt like he could feel his cool flowing away. He'd called Scott first, and his brother was looking into things from his end, but that left Alex even more at loose ends.
He stood and went to the closet, gathering a few items. He chose running shoes designed for rough ground and then a trench coat that was treated against water and fire. An image inducer, Lorna's identification, her godbox and his own, his wallet, a stun rod, and a few other things all went into pockets of the jacket as he thought. He'd never been a private investigator, but he knew where one was, and he raised his Godbox to his lips, then pressed one button.
"Pete? I need to see you, now." A grumpy and slurred voice with a thick British accent answered. "Whatcher hurry?" "Lorna's missing." There was a pause, then a more sober sounding Pete spoke. "Come right over."
And Alex pushed the send button on his box, flickering out of his place and into Pete's. The place looked trashed with all sorts of clothing, and... a lot of things Alex did not want to think about, scattered about. Pete came out of the back, sliding his own jacket on, looking impecably dressed and ready for anything. "Tell me."
Pete Wisdom was old intelligence, the kind myths spoke of, the kind James Bond grew up on, wanting to be like when he grew up. He walked the dark places of the world, for his country and for the right, and he never lost, not completely anyway. He was a hero, an agent, and a right bastard. And right now, he was exactly what Alex needed.
"There was a week of weirdness, where alternate universe versions of ourselves were here. Well, when I woke up this morning, and learned about this, I was annoyed of course, but now I am frightened. Sometime during the week, the alternate her left her Godbox behind, and now, my Lorna is out there, somewhere. She can take care of herself, God knows that is true, but I am worried, and I don't like waiting. I need to find her, and I need your help." Alex spoke softly, explaining everything he knew, and Pete listened with a brutal intensity in his eyes that5 let you know he heard it all and would remember it. When Alex was done, Pete nodded, lit a cigarette, and inhaled, then smiled.
"We'll find her. It wont be easy, but we will." His voice radiated confidence, like the sort of thing you hear in Presidents, or devout born again Christians, but there was something about how he spoke, and how he looked in Alex's eyes that made Alex smile, feeling an edge of worry slide away.
"Where do we start? "
"Where did you find the box?"
"In our bedroom."
"Then take me there. We start now."
And Alex reached out for Pete's hand and pressed the return button...