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Echoes of Madness
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Ed Carlyle
Ed Carlyle

Dec-22-2011 21:45

The "CASE CLOSED" stamp made THUMP sound as Edward Carlyle slammed it down onto a case file manila folder. "And once again the day is saved thanks to, Edward and Jasper!" Jasper Mayfield said.

"Very funny," Ed replied. The lights flickered with lighting flashed outside followed by a loud crack of thunder. "Think it will ever stop raining?" Ed asked Jasper. "I don't know..possibly...soon...hopefully?"

Ed laughed aloud. For the last two years, Ed and Jasper had been partners working as U.S. Marshals in the New York City District. Jasper had the face that only a mother could love but he was married to a beautiful woman, where as Ed was a more handsome looking man with no wife. Why? Because he had screwed up and lost his marriage and his two kids. While they were living a life in Los Angeles, Edward was trying to make ends meet in New York.

His thoughts drifted to his ex wife for a moment. He remembered how she had saved him public humiliation by divorcing him quietly. Had it gone public, he would have lost his job and everything else he owned.

"Edward! Jasper!" Captain Riley called out from his personal office. The building was an old abandoned bank that had been bought by the police department and turned into what Ed and Jasper called The Office. It had a few large rooms and a few smaller rooms. The lobby was full of desks, each desk had its own person behind it, all of whom in the building, were Marshals.

"In my office, pronto!" The captain yelled.

Ed and Jasper walked in and took a seat.

"First off, I'd like to congratulate you both on a job well done on your last case. It wasn't hard to find him but you did it. I don't know how and I don't care how but we've got some thing bigger than that. The FBI has contacted us about investigating a looney bin."

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Ed Carlyle
Ed Carlyle

Feb-7-2012 21:11

Erik turned and left the laboratory, entering his office again. He picked up the phone and dialed. No one spoke when the other line picked up. "It is done," Erik said.

The other line disconnected and Erik hung up. He picked up the phone again and dialed another series of buttons. "Yes?" The other voice said. "It's done." Peterson said. "Get them and execute them all. Then destroy the lab. Do it quietly."

The line disconnected. Erik knew that the hit man and his team of four people would get it done. Just below his feet another set of doors opened and four large men with Thompson sub machine guns, each with a fifty round drum magazine herded the doctors into a sound proof room, with a camouflaged door, to look like part of the wall. All the men were shot and killed. Those who survived were left to die when the door was shut. Next the men walked by the laboratory experiment rooms, tossing stolen hand grenades into the doors.

Each grenade exploded with a loud "BOOM!" The explosion propelled large amounts of shrapnel destroying the virus incubators, vials, needles, and other work that was going on. Everything was destroyed. The doors that the men entered in were locked. Peterson met them in front of the locked door they entered into.

"Gentlemen." He said with a smile. "I cannot begin to thank you enough. You all have been such a big help." He extended his arm, holding a .38 special revolver. In quick succession, he shot each one in the head right between their eyes. He reached into his trench coat pocket and pulled out a Molotov Cocktail; a Russian bomb filled with kerosine and a rag in the opening. He lit the rag, and burned the bodies as he exited the secret lab.

The book case entrance shut behind him. And it was never accessed again.

Andrew Corelli
Andrew Corelli
Huntsman

May-8-2012 18:44

A knock in the door and in the other side a cough, it was like that for a couple of times.

"Mister Davis?" Andrew Corelli covered his nose with a handkerchief, the smell of alcohol and disinfectants was penetrating even in that side of the door "Would you mind opening the door? I'd like to talk to you."

"No!" and again someone coughing.

"Everything is ok?"

A loud noise was enough answer for Corelli, who took a step back and tackled the door a couple of times, He stopped howling in pain, taking note about yet another difference between real life and movies.

He heard the sound of locks and the door opened just enough so he could see an eye.

"William Davis? I'm detective Corelli from the NYPD, I'd like to have a word with you..."

"Impossible."

"It's about a one of your friends, Charles Johnson." a face appeared, full of blisters "I don't think we can talk in the hallway."

The door opened and the man full of blisters appeared and motioned Corelli to enter.

"Don't touch a thing, detective."

Corelli still holding against his face the handkerchief nodded.

"Charlie told you about everything, right?"

"Unfortunately we couldn't talk to Charlie, he's dead, Mr. Davis."

"What!?" Davis got pale, and for a minute Corelli thought the man was going to faint.

"Mr. Davis, don't get me wrong, but would you mind opening a window? The smell..."

"No!" the man exploded "You don't know a thing, detective!"

"That's why we need your cooperation..."

"There's nothing you can do now. Nothing! Get out of here!"

"What? Mr. Davis, I'm sure you know you can help us..."

"Get out of here, now!" the man started coughing again "Now!"

Back in his desk, Corelli was without a clue, so he picked up the phone.

Ed Carlyle
Ed Carlyle

May-26-2012 23:29

Riza was going to respond. She froze when Ed had asked how she knew so much medical information. She opened her mouth to respond but Ed interrupted.

"You know what? It's not important. I've got bigger fish to pry than to try and figure out-"

He was cut short by the sound of a ringing phone.

Ed picked it up quickly as Riza made a reach for it. "Yes?" Ed said into the receiver.

"Ed? It's Andrew. I think this case goes deeper than we thought."

"Well, explain it," Ed snapped. He was getting angry. It had been nearly a week since the case started. Nearly four days since he looked down at the body.

"I can't here...meet me at Sami's."

Edward hung up the phone and turned to Jasper. "He wants us to meet him at Sami's. He says that this case goes really deep. Deeper than we expected.

The detectives, all of them, sat inside the back left corner of the restaurant. Andrew told them the story of what happened.

"It's time we go see Dr. Erik," again, Jasper said.

They nodded. Edward swallowed and felt a sharp pain in his throat. Unknown to him or anyone else, this was just the beginning of the hellish outbreak.

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