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[iambetter]

You have reached the voice mail of "John Harrison".
Please leave a message after the tone.


... beeeeep.

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5 March 2014

[abacinates]

Mr Harrison, this is Deputy Peter Davis with the Southtown Police Department. If you could, call me back or stop by as soon as possible. There is a matter I need to discuss with you.

[end of voice message]

[iambetter]

[As soon as he gets the voice message he'll call back. Why make him wait, hm?]

Hello, Deputy. What can I do for you?

[abacinates]

I spoke to a James Kirk a couple days ago and he said some rather interesting things about you. I'm personally not inclined to pass judgement on events that happened outside of here, but I would like to hear your side of things.

[iambetter]

Well. That depends what James Kirk said about me.

[Oh he'd heard. He's just going to play ignorant though. Because he can.]


Care to elaborate?

[abacinates]

He claimed that you're mentally unstable and responsible for countless deaths. You also destroyed his ship, no one should trust you as far as they can throw you... Should I go on?

[This isn't exactly typical police etiquette but this isn't a typical place.]

text; | June 1st | Afternoon

[glassesbrat]

[ Don't mind that Conan is texting you, and really don't questions the subject content. ]

There's a dismantled bomb in the closet of room B002. Please makes sure it stays dismantled.

[iambetter]

[Well this is a surprise. Better to check, just in case.]

Should I ask why there is one there?

I'll go verify these details and handle it.

[glassesbrat]

I stole it from the explosives dealer to try and figure out who it was, but I had to dismantle it so it wouldn't risk going off in the hotel.

[iambetter]

[Conan won't get a reply back for a little while. Khan does send him a text after he's gone to the room and checked for said dismantled explosive. It had been empty when he got there, in more than one way. Nothing here.]

There's nothing.

No bomb.

[glassesbrat]

[ That. Is not good news. He checks to make sure he still has the key to room B002. He does. ]

Was the door locked?

( text )

[acclimatize]

I heard Sherlock wanted you to act as security detail for the wedding. You don't have to if you don't want to.

[iambetter]

You heard correct.

I wouldn't agree to it if I didn't want to.

[acclimatize]

[ But there's something else you don't want, apparently. :| ]

Could you come over?

[iambetter]

If you're looking for a wedding planner its not my expertise.

[acclimatize]

No, Sherlock has that part covered.

text

[zerg_hair]

I have an offer to make.

We work well together, and it would benefit us both to be able to coordinate in an emergency without the use of the technician's network.

I propose implanting a symbiotic organism inside you. It would tell me if you are injured or attacked, and you would be able to tell the proximity and general direction of Zerg organisms near you, and if they are engaged in combat.

It would also allow me to reach you telepathically without an active connection.

[iambetter]

A beneficial offer if I've ever been pitched one.

If I did take your offer, would I be able to remove it easily enough if I wanted?

[zerg_hair]

The easier it is for you to remove the more likely it is to sustain damage in combat, but yes, I can have it situate itself to be easily removed.

[iambetter]

Appreciated. If you're ever no longer here I would have no need for it, you understand I'm sure.

[zerg_hair]

I understand. I'll prepare it. Stop by whenever you're ready. If I'm out, a drone will lead you to it.

[ action ] /night of the 19th

[acclimatize]

[ There will come a knocking late in the night. John hates doing this to the Augment but it's the only place he feels he can go. He'd go to the hotel and stay there if it still existed. Running to Khan every time things went pear-shaped was humiliating. But he couldn't stay in that house. And he didn't want to be surrounded by Kerrigan's swarm.

He just... wanted this to stop.

He shushes Agatha in his arms as she whines, looking down at his feet as he waited for Khan to answer the door. ]

[iambetter]

[He wasn't quite asleep when he hears knocking. Grabbing his phone to see if he'd received any messages that could tell him who it was... he gets nothing. So he'll just have to go answer the door. In just a pair of pants, the Augment pads to the door, not opening it yet.]

Who's there?

[acclimatize]

John.

[ He says through the door, his voice rough from earlier, coughing slightly at the end. ]

[iambetter]

[John barely has to say his name and the door opens, Khan taking a brief moment to look at him. His voice already gave away something having happened. The way he looked only solidified it.

Sherlock.]

It's happened again, hasn't it?

[acclimatize]

[ John opens his mouth and then closes it. He nods. He looks and feels like hell. And he can't get the image of Sherlock's body covered in blood out of his mind's eye. ]

I'm sorry. I--

[ I didn't know where else to go. He couldn't go anywhere else. People would ask him questions he didn't have any answers to -- and he didn't want any of them to see him like this. It was bad enough Khan has seen him worse off but it's why he trusts to go to Khan in the first place. ]