After you clean and return the pen to your pocket, you begin to search Bradley, a messy job indeed with the blood that now soaks his business suit. You find his ID, identifying him as James Bradley, and in his inside jacket pocket, a cap for the syringe he used to attack you. As you're going through his wallet and his pockets, you witness a bizarre transformation.
What's left of Bradley's hairline recedes rapidly, leaving him completely bald. The tone of his skin darkens from white to a sullen tone of gray. His eyes become solid orbs of black. His ears taper into small, narrow folds of flesh. What you see is something you and others within the NDL only believed to be a rumor---the AIN had tampered with human DNA and genetics, that they were the creators of a race akin to Doppelgangers, those that had the ability to mimic the appearance of anyone they see.
The life form you've killed is one such creation. How many more could there be?
Gun drawn, you come to the door and room where you saw the man lying on the bed. Gently, you nudge the door open all the way. There he lays, still and unmoving.
Not lowering your weapon, you approach the bed, getting a closer look at the man identified as Chadwick. Yes, it's Bradley. He looks exactly the same as the Doppelganger that impersonated him. You check his pulse. Nothing. You notice the prick of a needle on his neck.
Phelps picks up the phone quickly. There's a brief pause at your question. "You're finished? So soon? Jacob, I thought we went over this. You're to follow Bradley's instructions. What has Bradley told you to do?"
Post by marionarsis on Nov 22, 2015 20:21:51 GMT -5
Fleury took a deep breath, then came out with it. "OK, Phelps, just listen: This may not make sense, but I don't have a lot of time and I need to make sure you're Phelps. Tell me, quickly -- what were the schools I attended in college?"
Post by marionarsis on Nov 23, 2015 9:30:20 GMT -5
"OK, that's as good as I can do under the circumstances, and I have to trust someone here.
"Bradley was dead when I got here. He was replaced with a Doppelganger; so yeah, those rumors about the AIN appear to be true. I've killed him, so I'm here with a dead Doppelganger and a dead Bradley. Nobody else is here, but I don't know if the safe house is compromised further and I don't know if the Falcon is hot or not. I'm going to look for Bradley's car now, but needless to say . . . I need some help."
Phelps listens to your story. A "My God!" escapes his lips when he hears news of the Doppelganger. Afterward:
"Nearby there should be a barn." True, when you pulled in you did see a structure that appears to be a barn about fifty yards away. You just don't recall seeing a road leading to it.
"Bradley, the real Bradley, parked his car in the barn, he had to. Take the Falcon to the barn, and hide it, and use Bradley's car. The keys have to be on him or are somewhere in that house. Check the Doppelganger for them if you have to.
"Now for the bodies. I'm going to have to send expungers in. They'll make all evidence of the deaths there vanish. Sherlock Holmes won't be able to find anything when they're done. What time is it?"
It is now 10:39 p.m.
"Expect them at about 12:30 a.m. Don't touch anything. When they're done, well Jacob, you're going to have to stay put, I'm afraid, until the news about the killing at the coffee shop blows over."
Post by marionarsis on Nov 24, 2015 9:04:37 GMT -5
Jacob redoubles his search for Bradley's keys, starting with his body, the bedrooms, and the doppelganger in that order. As he does so he keeps talking. "OK. But tell me something about who you are sending. At this point, anyone can be a doppelganger."
After a pause: "The coffee shop incident could take days to blow over. Anything else I should do in the meantime?"
You decide to search the house, but you find no guns, ammo, cell phones, code books, money, or passports.
Recalling your training from a couple of years ago, all agents, regardless of job description, are given a phone number, a hotline to NDL Headquarters in Washington, D.C., to be used in case they find themselves in a dire, job-related emergency. Protocol dictates one use their code name when calling this number, and then describing the emergency in which they find themselves.
Taking everything you've indicated, you go to the Falcon and drive over grassy terrain to the barn. It's a bumpy, uncomfortable ride but only lasts about fifty yards.
The barn has closed double-doors shielding it from outside view. You get out of the Falcon, open the doors and breathe a sigh of relief seeing, presumably, Bradley's car, a Peugeot 700i. Unfortunately, this seems to be Bradley's personal car and thus has no nifty options like the Falcon.
You are in rural country. A lone, winding road brought you to the safe house. Parking the Peugeot a safe distance away, you do note the lack, or rather the total absence, of street lights. It's now about 10:50 p.m. and it's pitch black. The safe house is nothing more than a black blob, barely noticeable under the starry night. However, you're comforted knowing you won't be seen by anyone approaching the safe house by car...?