Wednesday, 14 January 2015

One Missed Call (Episode 6)

Sent: Sunday 2014-09-07 @ 6:30 PM
From: Sumac's Other Email Addy
To: Pine, Pine's backup addy
Subject: r u dead????

r u not getting my messages??? y u no answer my emails??? are you okay??? were the hell r u?

Sent from my iPhone 5

Sent: Sunday 2014-09-07 @ 6:37 PM
From: Pine
To: Sumac2
Subject: Re: r u dead????

Crap! Sorry man, they were going straight into my spam folder. I just read your message now.

Ugh. Need sleep. Too much drama this week.

I don’t know why they would keep the quarantine secret from everybody. You’d think this is something people want to know about. It’s Wyrd doing the job it always did – protecting lycanthropes and humans both. Population control. Relocation. Compassion. Damage control.

The only thing I can think of is that they’re trying to keep us human agents from freaking out about being dumped into quarantine ourselves.

After a couple of good nights’ sleep, I think I settled down a little. I started thinking, “What’s so bad about quarantine after all?” I mean, isn’t that basically what Varco Lake is? It’s where lycanthropes go to hang out for a few months if they get into trouble.

And what else does Varco Lake have? A nearly unlimited supply of Grade A Canadian beef. A microbrewery. A garage, a fishing lake, a plane…practically unlimited space for hunting whether in human form or not. It’s like a fricking resort town for lycanthropes, where they can sit around on their asses until the next change comes on them, and then they can sit around on their asses in werewolf form, too.

God, I don’t know why I was so paranoid. Too many late nights on surveillance, I guess. Job’s starting to get to me. Do you think we get a bit more resilient to sleep-deprivation, once we’re promoted?

By the way, did you get those other two emails I sent to your other address? I haven’t heard back from you yet, and I thought you’d at least get a kick out of the Ferox one.

~Pine~
~Never Give Up...Never Surrender.~
Sent: Sunday 2014-09-07 @ 7:30 PM
From: Sumac's Other Email Addy
To: Pine's backup addy
Subject: Re: Re: r u dead????

first, stop sending emails to that address!!! its on the wyrd server and like i said, there keeping the qurantine secret, so they must have a reason for it, and there going to enforce that secrecy. i dont want to find out how theyve kept it quiet for so long already.

second, i wouldnt get my hopes up about that qurantine. in that story you sent about cypress bridget says the little girl was small for her age because of malnutrition and extreme living conditions. that doesn’t sound like a vacation resort with unlimited beef.

and if they are picking up throw-away humans like you say, you really think there going to cough up $millions to feed them unlimited steak and eggs???

something serious is happening, and somebody is covering it up. if it wasnt so serious, bridget wouldn’t have tried to shoot to kill when cypress tried to come back to camp.

best thing we can do to cover our own asses is to leave this thing the hell alone.

one thing I will say though. i thought ishmael was cheif feild ops too.

Sent from my iPhone 5

Sent: Sunday 2014-09-07 @ 7:43 PM
From: Sumac's Other Email Addy
To: Pine's backup addy
Subject: Re: Re: r u dead????

nvm. I know why he doesn’t show as chief field ops. he’s away in moldova and other places in east europe. trasnporttation expense apprvd for 4 month special ops or something. looks like another outbreak there, too. world is going to hell in a handbasket. wish these weres would keep it in there pants.

btw, is that you calling my home phone all the time??? comes up as unknown caller.

Sent from my iPhone 5

Sent: Sunday 2014-09-07 @ 7:46 PM
From: Pine
To: Sumac2
Subject: Re: Re: r u dead????

No, it’s not me. I don’t know what you look like, what your name is, or which country you live in. How the hell would I know your number?

But I wouldn’t answer the phone if I were you. I know that’s one of the ways some of the field agents confirm that you’re home before they break into your house and take you away.

Welp…now I’m paranoid again. Thanks Sumac.

~Pine~
~Never Give Up...Never Surrender.~










Friday, 9 January 2015

How Ferox Got Her Name (Episode 5)

Sent: Sat 2014-09-06 @ 2:22 AM
From: Pine
To: Sumac
Subject: Jay got his ass handed to him! By a girl! LMAO!
Attached: 1 File (5 KB) KCQ-DS4.doco

Okay, I love this one, if only because of how pissed off Angie sounds in this one. You can practically hear that Deep South accent of hers once she really starts going.

Weird though…I thought Ishmael was our chief field ops coordinator.

~Pine~
~Never Give Up...Never Surrender.~
Wyndham Kill/Capture/Quarantine Report
Preliminary Information
Case file: DS-4
Name: Danielle Smith
AKA: Ferox
Added to k/c/q list: September 4, 2009
Date of capture: February 27, 2011

Metrics at time of kill/capture/quarantine
Height: 5’2”
Weight: 170 lbs
Age: 36
Sex: cis-female
Location of capture: Surrey, BC
Occupation: paralegal
Infection status: confirmed

Wyrd Agent(s) Assigned
Primary: Jay Brandywine, Angie Burley
Secondary: Graydon Mercy, Jane Lally, Iago Hernandez, Candy Prentice, Ralph Murphy Johnson, Kapila Wazir, Molly Chu San, Uriah Griffonshire, Agents Alder, Juniper, Dogwood, and Larch.
Status: Interned in quarantine.

Suspected Vector(s):

1) Confirmed patient of Dr. Grey
2) (enter name)
3) (enter name)

Capture notes:

Patient has got a name common to every province and state and half of the English speaking world. She’s got no listed next of kin on Grey’s patient list, and the address she gave him doesn’t even exist. Her occupation was listed as primary school teaching assistant, with only a high school education. The patient had also been listed as 5’6” and nearly 260 pounds – morbidly obese – with red hair going grey. Photographs provided of the patient were almost no match to the face we saw. We got a technician in San Diego to alter the photograph to simulate what she might look like if she lost weight and changed her hair color, but we hadn’t expected her to be so short, so fit, or fifteen years younger. We only positively identified her at the time of capture, and that was because of a real fast and real big upcycle, otherwise, she might of escaped again.

She’s got a case of amnesia – she says – but she managed to get herself a job with a fake resume and diploma. She’s been working as a paralegal for the last eighteen months. I figure she really was a paralegal at the time she went in to see Dr. Grey, and she lied about everything but her height and weight. Maybe she knew Dr. Grey was sketchy, but she was desperate enough to go ahead and seek his treatment. And maybe the amnesia’s all a put-on. It’s real hard to tell.

No idea how many people she’s infected in the last fourteen months either, and thanks to Jay, she’s not talking without a fight. And round two with this chick is not what I want.

On December twelfth last year, Agent Larch reported that she may have found one of the last of Grey’s initial patients, still going under the name of Danielle Smith. Larch kept a stakeout on the patient for several days, because we weren’t sure we had the right person. After all, we’d been looking for a medium-height, obese high-school drop-out, not a short, gym-nut paralegal. Somebody ought to find out just how much Grey’s treatments effected the human side of his patients, because pretty much everybody who got his treatment in BC all ended up with the same issue: either much taller or much shorter, often with real noticeable changes to the face and mannerisms, and all of them fit like body builders. Never saw that with any of his patients before or after his BC test subjects.

At the time Larch found her, the patient was renting a house on a 40-acre property out in the middle of nowhere, and that’s probably how she was able to hide her false starts without anybody noticing.

We planned to meet the patient at her home on January 22nd and transport her from there, but she bolted and disappeared. She later told me that even in human form, she could smell our “inhumanness” from a distance, and that’s how come she ran.

We caught up with her on January 25th at a Vancouver Skytrain stop, where she gave us the slip again.

On February 25th, we got lucky: she appeared on local news when walking behind a television reporter during a weather forecast that Larch happened to be watching in her hotel room. This discovery led us to nearby Surrey B.C., where she was moving from one motel to the next, always paying in cash, and she spent most of her time on the move. When we finally caught her on February 27, we discovered she had a plane ticket to Halifax already purchased for that same day, and she had only an overnight bag with her.

We caught her near a train station in Surrey when she was on the way to the Vancouver airport. Scent-blockers were somewhat effective, but we still had to run after her for almost a mile down the track before she got tired and turned to fight. I tried to de-escalate the situation. I told her the truth, that she had been infected and that we needed to take her to a safe quarantine out in the woods until she could learn to control her changes. She responded positively to me, and we moved in to complete the capture.

Then Jay whispered something in her ear (he refuses to say what), and the patient completely lost her shit. She pepper sprayed Jay in the face, then tased him, then kicked him several times in the groin, chest and face, all before I could intervene. Then she started to upcycle, and she gouged out one of my damned eyes. Soon as I began to upcycle, she sliced through my jacket and shirt and started pulling out my intestines.

Jay called for Situation Control (SitCon Agents Alder and Dogwood for crowd control, Juniper for media interference, Larch for surveillance disruption). Then he also started to upcycle. Ferox abandoned the altercation with me and went ahead and sliced Jay’s jugular vein, and then she pinned him to the ground – both still upcycling – and she chewed through his belly. Then she stuck her hand inside his guts and started pulling out pieces of organs.

Back-up agents responded when neither Jay nor I made our scheduled call-in. There are too many injuries to list here, but here are some of the highlights:

  • Me:
    • gouged eye,
    • disemboweled
  • Jay:
    • disemboweled,
    • throat cut,
    • liver lacerated,
    • perforated bowels,
    • one kidney removed,
    • possible appendectomy,
    • various cuts and bruises,
    • probably some other injuries to his thighs and his man bits (though he refuses to admit same)
  • Jane:
    • right elbow crushed (bitten by the patient),
    • left hand broken (also bitten by the patient)
  • Kapila:
    • concussion,
    • two broken vertebra,
    • broken shoulder blade (body slammed onto the tracks by the patient)
  • Graydon:
    • cheek bitten off,
    • wrist broken,
    • ankle sprained,
    • hamstring bitten through
  • Iago:
    • multiple stab wounds (clawed by the patient),
    • ear bitten off,
    • right eye punctured
  • Candy:
    • no injuries. Ran off like a long-tailed yellow-bellied rat bastard.
  • Ralph:
    • broken leg,
    • broken collarbone
  • Molly:
    • knee sprain (fell on the railroad track), but managed to stay human long enough to brain the patient with a railway tie
  • Uriah:
    • busted finger. He completed the capture by hogtying the patient to the railroad track and pumping her full of horse tranqs.

After one full cycle, all lycanthropic Wyrd agents were fully recovered. No injury or cross-infection among the human agents. Candy is currently confined to Varco Lake pending an investigation. Recommend dumping him in quarantine to teach him a thing or two about fighting.

I told Jay I ain’t never seen anybody so ferocious before, whether they were red blooded werewolves like us or one of Grey’s synthetic dogs. Jay said she was a whole new breed of her own, and called her Homo Ferox after something he’d read in The Once and Future King. Considering what she looks like when she’s in fur and fangs, the name really stuck.

God help ‘em all in quarantine, once we dump her off.

Other notes:

  • Recommend fast-tracking Larch for promotion to lycanthrope.
  • Recommend relocating Jay to foreign field kill/capture ops, at least until all this BS is done.
  • Recommend reclassifying Ferox as rogue and executing her. The others in quarantine won’t stand a chance, once she gets pissed.

Signed:

Angela Burley, interim chief field ops coordinator.











Wednesday, 7 January 2015

Who Watches the Watchers (Episode 4)

Sent: Sat 2014-09-06 @ 1:45 AM
From: Pine
To: Sumac
Subject: Who watches the watchers?

I’ve been going through all these reports. I can’t help myself. I keep looking through the news reports to see if any one of the victims had been reported missing.

Dude, almost none of them have a missing person's report. Most of them were homeless people, or Native women, or had no families, or nobody cared. Some of them were runaways that no one bothered to report to the police. How do you not report your own child missing?

God, humanity sucks, sometimes.

Okay, well, almost no one was reported missing.

There was this one private detective who actually got damned close to finding out information about this Dr. Grey guy. I’m looking at another one of these kill/capture reports for her, too. She was reported missing and there was a vigil for her and everything, but after about three months, all but the most dedicated friends had given up. All that's left is a Facebook page hoping she'll show up eventually.

They're going to be disappointed.

Maybe it's better left as a cold case.

You remember me telling you about this guy, Dep, who punched a werewolf in the crotch?

Well, turns out Dep’s great-uncle paid twice for Dr. Grey’s treatment. Once for his own wife, and once for Dep’s brother. And then the whole family went missing over the next nine months, and that pissed off a certain private detective, because, unlike Dr. Grey, she never got paid. And then she went missing.

See, first Dep's brother got sick, like leukemia or some other kind of congenital blood cancer. His father was broke - unemployed, alcoholic, on parole, blah blah, real piece of work - so if it wasn't covered by government medical insurance, he wouldn't get it for his own son. Dep got into a fight with him about it, and his father kicked him out.

Couple of months later, the great-uncle steps in. According to the reports, he basically bribed the father into surrendering custody of Dep's brother. Great-uncle gets in touch with Dr. Grey, or maybe the other way around, I don't know. Reports are pretty hazy about the timing. But it was after Grey treats the old man's wife, so I figure, the great-uncle must have already know about Grey and knew how to contact him to offer a second test subject.

Anyhow, it was a few days after that when Dep and his father appeared at the hospital, and that's when Dep just crushed his own father in that fight they had. Dep goes to jail, Great-uncle bails him out, Dep goes disappearing again. Skips bail. Great-uncle calls up a bounty hunter. Technically, she's a private investigator, but she's out to collect the bounty.

Skip forward another couple of weeks. The second son has disappeared, right from the hospital. The great-uncle calls police. The police do a pretty basic investigation, but then Dep’s dad says both Dep and his brother had moved to Ontario or something. So the police just let the investigation drop.

So Dep’s great-uncle calls up that bounty hunter to go looking for Dep's brother, too.

And then the great-uncle’s wife disappears, so he calls police again. But when the police come to take his statement, the uncle is now missing. Four people, gone like the wind, all within a few weeks of each other.

There was a note in the great-uncle's printer, telling everyone that he and his wife were going on a much needed trip overseas to get away for a couple of months. Something about being exhausted and traumatized by so much family drama or something.

And then! And then the great-uncle himself calls police to ask them to cancel the investigation!

He says found his two nephews, he's found his wife, and he's kicking back in Bermuda. At first, the cops don't believe it's him, but then he starts listing details about how he bailed out Dep from jail, how much bail was, and the name and phone number of the bounty hunter. So all four missing persons cases are chucked out a window.

But the private investigator got pissed. She wanted to get paid, but her client was nowhere to be found, so she did some digging of her own.

A family friend told the bounty hunter that Mrs. Great-Uncle had been suffering from cancer of one kind or another – they figured it was either liver or pancreas, they couldn’t remember. Then they went to see this new doctor. Four months later, the woman was cancer free. Six months after treatment, she was running marathons for charity. At seven months, she was charged with assault and disrupting the peace when she started bitch-slapping people in a spa. At eight months, she was arrested for clawing some old woman’s face so badly that her face needed stitches. At nine months, she disappeared. A couple of days later, her husband went missing, too.

The PI asked, “So who is this doctor? You think his new treatment made her go crazy?” And they said they only knew him as Dr. Grey. Didn’t know if he was affiliated with any hospital or research facility. Didn’t even know his first name.

But the family friends also said her behaviour sounded a bit like withdrawal, or complications from her medications. They figured that Mr. and Mrs. Great-Uncle had flown off to some super-secret rehab facility in Bermuda to get her straightened out.

So the PI was at another dead end.

A couple of days later, the family friend calls her up. She says that Dr. Grey would only take cash. Provincial Health Care wouldn’t cover it. And it was a lot of cash. They didn’t know how much, they didn’t know what kind of a treatment it was.

Interesting, but still a dead end.

So she goes back to the original case, the one she was hired for: find Dep. She figures, maybe if she can find Dep, she’ll be able to learn where everybody else had gone.

That’s when she went back to the original assault charge. The police report said that the whole blow-up between Dep and his father was because Dep was suspicious of this Dr. Grey, who had been treating Dep’s brother. Remember, Great-Uncle bribed Dad to keep Dep's brother in hospital, so Dad's not going to risk giving up free money just because his upstart healthy son has his knickers in a knot. And Dep and brother have gone missing since Grey's treatment.

Which makes her realize: there's one person who never went missing.

So, she goes out to the father’s house and what does she find?

Signs of a struggle, some blood on the front door step. She breaks into his house and sees the place is in shambles. Someone packed up all his papers into the middle of the floor and set them on fire. And the father is now missing.

At this point, she is now pissing in her pants, because she knows she’s hit on something big, right?

She gets out of there, calls the police to report that Dep’s father may now be missing too, and she drives straight home in Ottawa.

She poses as a pharmaceutical company administrator makes a few more phone calls to see what more she can learn about Dr. Grey. She calls up Montreal General Hospital, where Dep’s brother was being treated, and finds out from the hospital administrator that he was a very respectable PhD who was backfilling for another oncologist at the time. They said he had decades of experience in molecular biology research, but had switched back to medical practice for the last ten years of his career. And the last thing they knew, he was now retired to be with his wife, who just happened to be dying of brain cancer. They gave her a forwarding address, if she “still wanted to hire him for her pharmaceutical company,” but they doubted he’d be interested because of his age and the illness of his own wife.

Wyrd, in the meantime, is listening in on all the bounty hunter's calls. That same night, around four in the morning, they bust in, grab her, and throw her into a truck toward quarantine. Twenty-four hours later, her mother calls police to report a missing person's case.

But like I said, they left the case as unsolved. I don't know if anyone made the connection between the missing persons' cases in Montreal and her own disappearance...but it's more likely that someone was told not to make that connection, and everything was hushed up.

Which makes me wonder just how powerful Wyrd really is...

Anyhow...

The bounty hunter made it two days before succumbing to her injuries. Turns out she was hurt before she went into quarantine. She put up a fight with Jay and Angie Burley when they came to capture her. And we all know they don’t play nice.

~Pine~
~Never Give Up...Never Surrender.~
Sent: Sat 2014-09-06 @ 1:45 AM
From: Sumac
To: Pine
Subject: Re: Who watches the watchers?

and u want to keep digging into this…r u crazy or r u suicidal?

Sent from my iPhone 5

Sent: Sat 2014-09-06 @ 1:45 AM
From: Pine
To: Sumac
Subject: Re: Who watches the watchers?

Of course I'm going to keep digging.

I’m pissed off.

Nobody should have this much power. Not even us.