EVIDENCE OUT OF REACH BC
The captain pounds his fist on the desk three times fast. “Ok Lauren now what, now what other great proposition do you want to make!” The captain was referring to the troubling tumbling of events, Antoinette had been taken out of the box and placed in a cell with a bunch of pot heads, while they waited for Michael to come interrogate her for those drummed up charges that had somehow turned out to have some validity but that the captain and his best detective did not have any knowledge of, and now, while they waited and while they were waiting for, or best let me let the captain tell it… “we don’t have much time, you haven’t made any sense out of “it is she!” Lauren, it is she! And now you come to tell me that Habakkuk has disappeared! Disappeared! After conveniently pointing out a triple abduction and homicide suspect, that has yet to do so much as pick up a knife to butter her bread!” Now, Lauren wasn’t particularly happy at the events herself, she wasn’t smiling cutely or trying to rearrange her blouse, she was a bit red on the cheeks and it wasn’t from blush, she didn’t wear any makeup anyway, but she had natural blush on, and it could be from shame or anger, she could have expected any number of things, but not that Habakkuk, her key visionary witness, and in fact the only prophetic witness she knew, had disappeared, not a word, and to be frank, Lauren was no intellectual, she was streets smart, she wasn’t about to do what might be the right thing; to obviously look for him or clues in the seventh century BC.
Habakkuk, had disappeared, neither Lauren nor Ogle had wanted to question him after his arduous thirteen and a quarter hours rendezvous with Antoinette; they felt it was inappropriate to interrogate him for evidence, really they knew then that he wasn’t going to answer any questions. We have really not such a long pause here, the captain and Antoinette have not pause, “Captain don’t you think it suspicious and now more so that Habakkuk has disappeared from sight. Instead of us sitting here shouting at each other perhaps we should be searching the meaning of that remarkable coincidence, our key witness to a crime has disappeared, and has disappeared right after identifying the criminal and right before he was to testify his findings from the wooden box before you and me.” Antoinette was now no longer treating this as something unusual she had now managed to arrange her mental constitution in such way that one more fantastic event, say that an earthquake killed three monkeys in Africa would somehow be connected to this case. The truth was a little more realistic, this case was probably only connected to the seventh century BC, nothing in between, just the seventh century and the twenty first century AD were involved. The captain speaks, “are you sure he has disappeared?” “Habakkuk is a man of ritual captain, he does the very same thing every day, he doesn’t deviate from he has told me as much, he believes that because he is an ephemeral creature he is able to deliver prophecy, the only way he can arrest his ephemerality so as to remain in the here and now, is by way of ritual, constant, incessant repetition of the same act over and over is mandated or he would simply disappear from these century…” Readily Lauren places her hand to her mouth she realizes what she has said, “Oh my god!…” “we took him out of his routine. We took him out of it when he had to concentrate on the wooden box, he hasn’t been following his routine for a minimum of 11 days!” Ogle is really had enough of this madness he says firmly, “Lauren we are dropping this case.” That is all he said, and he put that period there himself and large. Lauren follows him down the corridor, trying to be somebody behind those large and tall shoulders, “captain, don’t you see, don’t you see, Habakkuk might have gone to another century, he is not avoiding us, we took him out of his routine, he could be anywhere now, he might be trying to get back to us.” Captain Ogle, ogles Lauren with a certain degree of condescension and utters, “and what should we do Lauren, hop on an inter departmental memo and try and get him back from across time!” Lauren pauses, the distance between her and the captain has now gotten a little larger than that between their space, she goes back to her office, sits down, after getting a cup of coffee, she is thinking, we don’t know what she is thinking yet, but she is very serious about this case now.
Her phone rings, it is Ogle’s office, not Ogle, his office, his secretary, “Yes.” “Lauren, the captain has requested that you release Antoinette Blite, immediately.” “But I can’t do that the charges are from the SEC I can just erase them like that.” “Captain said you would say something like that, and he asked me to tell you to revoke those charges and release her immediately, he is not concerned with the paper involved.” Lauren doesn’t respond, instead she slowly hangs up the phone, a beautiful arc and hand movement that would have orchestrated well in a modern dance performance; she doesn’t take her hand off the phone, she picks the handset up again and rings Michael’s office, he is not there, again she hangs the phone up with entrancing performance art mechanics, only this time she releases the handset, and picks up her cell phone instead, calls Michael to his cell phone, he doesn’t answer, she leaves him an urgent message.
Lauren has made it home finally, after stopping over at Habakkuk’s place to talk to his landlord, who is now also worried about his sudden disappearance, she hasn’t however seen anything unusual nor did he act in any way other than as himself the last time she saw him. Lauren is trying to puzzle it all together in her head, she feels it in her gut, Antoinette is in something really bad, what is going to happen and when she doesn’t precisely know, the phone rings, it is Michael, Lauren is not into saying hello even before this case she was like that, “Michael listen to me I need you to drop the charges against Antoinette, and give me a release notice.” “Lauren, your not serious are you, I can’t just order an investigation, place all the appropriate bureaucratic requests, and then, just issue a please cancel all that. Why am I telling you this, you know all this. What is going on are you dropping your secret case as well?” “Yes.” “Lauren, was there no paper work on your case?” “None.” Michael is a go getter, he is going to Washington some day, he knows when things have gotten out of the way, and should be avoided, he doesn’t need any more evidence to redefine his relationship to Lauren, “Listen I love you Lauren, and you know I would do anything for you but I can’t be involved in any way in some case that doesn’t have legal underpinnings, and I am sorry for whatever is happening over there, but there is ample evidence against Antoinette, and against the CEO of her company that could lead to the shutdown of their entire operation, and this is likely to reverberate throughout that industry, that is if these crazies are anything to go by. You can see why I can’t stop it now, there are other egos involved, and this looks like easy prey, we can’t say no to such careless criminality.” Lauren, “Yes.” And she hangs up the phone.
Lauren doesn’t bother with dinner that night, she just goes to sleep, and somewhat surprisingly sleeps the sleep of the just.
Habakkuk, had disappeared, neither Lauren nor Ogle had wanted to question him after his arduous thirteen and a quarter hours rendezvous with Antoinette; they felt it was inappropriate to interrogate him for evidence, really they knew then that he wasn’t going to answer any questions. We have really not such a long pause here, the captain and Antoinette have not pause, “Captain don’t you think it suspicious and now more so that Habakkuk has disappeared from sight. Instead of us sitting here shouting at each other perhaps we should be searching the meaning of that remarkable coincidence, our key witness to a crime has disappeared, and has disappeared right after identifying the criminal and right before he was to testify his findings from the wooden box before you and me.” Antoinette was now no longer treating this as something unusual she had now managed to arrange her mental constitution in such way that one more fantastic event, say that an earthquake killed three monkeys in Africa would somehow be connected to this case. The truth was a little more realistic, this case was probably only connected to the seventh century BC, nothing in between, just the seventh century and the twenty first century AD were involved. The captain speaks, “are you sure he has disappeared?” “Habakkuk is a man of ritual captain, he does the very same thing every day, he doesn’t deviate from he has told me as much, he believes that because he is an ephemeral creature he is able to deliver prophecy, the only way he can arrest his ephemerality so as to remain in the here and now, is by way of ritual, constant, incessant repetition of the same act over and over is mandated or he would simply disappear from these century…” Readily Lauren places her hand to her mouth she realizes what she has said, “Oh my god!…” “we took him out of his routine. We took him out of it when he had to concentrate on the wooden box, he hasn’t been following his routine for a minimum of 11 days!” Ogle is really had enough of this madness he says firmly, “Lauren we are dropping this case.” That is all he said, and he put that period there himself and large. Lauren follows him down the corridor, trying to be somebody behind those large and tall shoulders, “captain, don’t you see, don’t you see, Habakkuk might have gone to another century, he is not avoiding us, we took him out of his routine, he could be anywhere now, he might be trying to get back to us.” Captain Ogle, ogles Lauren with a certain degree of condescension and utters, “and what should we do Lauren, hop on an inter departmental memo and try and get him back from across time!” Lauren pauses, the distance between her and the captain has now gotten a little larger than that between their space, she goes back to her office, sits down, after getting a cup of coffee, she is thinking, we don’t know what she is thinking yet, but she is very serious about this case now.
Her phone rings, it is Ogle’s office, not Ogle, his office, his secretary, “Yes.” “Lauren, the captain has requested that you release Antoinette Blite, immediately.” “But I can’t do that the charges are from the SEC I can just erase them like that.” “Captain said you would say something like that, and he asked me to tell you to revoke those charges and release her immediately, he is not concerned with the paper involved.” Lauren doesn’t respond, instead she slowly hangs up the phone, a beautiful arc and hand movement that would have orchestrated well in a modern dance performance; she doesn’t take her hand off the phone, she picks the handset up again and rings Michael’s office, he is not there, again she hangs the phone up with entrancing performance art mechanics, only this time she releases the handset, and picks up her cell phone instead, calls Michael to his cell phone, he doesn’t answer, she leaves him an urgent message.
Lauren has made it home finally, after stopping over at Habakkuk’s place to talk to his landlord, who is now also worried about his sudden disappearance, she hasn’t however seen anything unusual nor did he act in any way other than as himself the last time she saw him. Lauren is trying to puzzle it all together in her head, she feels it in her gut, Antoinette is in something really bad, what is going to happen and when she doesn’t precisely know, the phone rings, it is Michael, Lauren is not into saying hello even before this case she was like that, “Michael listen to me I need you to drop the charges against Antoinette, and give me a release notice.” “Lauren, your not serious are you, I can’t just order an investigation, place all the appropriate bureaucratic requests, and then, just issue a please cancel all that. Why am I telling you this, you know all this. What is going on are you dropping your secret case as well?” “Yes.” “Lauren, was there no paper work on your case?” “None.” Michael is a go getter, he is going to Washington some day, he knows when things have gotten out of the way, and should be avoided, he doesn’t need any more evidence to redefine his relationship to Lauren, “Listen I love you Lauren, and you know I would do anything for you but I can’t be involved in any way in some case that doesn’t have legal underpinnings, and I am sorry for whatever is happening over there, but there is ample evidence against Antoinette, and against the CEO of her company that could lead to the shutdown of their entire operation, and this is likely to reverberate throughout that industry, that is if these crazies are anything to go by. You can see why I can’t stop it now, there are other egos involved, and this looks like easy prey, we can’t say no to such careless criminality.” Lauren, “Yes.” And she hangs up the phone.
Lauren doesn’t bother with dinner that night, she just goes to sleep, and somewhat surprisingly sleeps the sleep of the just.
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