THE WOODEN BOX
Lauren had been kind enough to provide a woefully presumptions excuse for the arrest. Ogle was looking at it, looking at her, “arrest her for questioning under the pretense that there is suspicion of insider trading, and we get the Federal Government involved to help us bring her in for questioning, simply because you think her sale of some of her company stock was timed to suspiciously precisely before the stock plummeted in value? And this even as she properly notified the SEC months in advance of her intent to sell?” Lauren sat comfortably on a huge dark purple couch, she fixed her shirt a little, so as to mimic an attempt at guarding her modesty by hiding her bra, an attempt that could have been discredited by any passive observer as she was an extremely slim and fit woman with only nipples for breast. A gentle smile reached from her to the captain, “Ogle we know it is not going to stick, we know it is only pretence, but it is a reason to get her in here so that Habakkuk can do his thing, so lets not try to make sense of it.” Ogle reaches for his full head of hair as if suspecting that the happenings are going to gain him boldness, “Let’s not try to make sense of it, yeah, lets just hope that the government doesn’t try to make sense of it long enough so that we can place her in the wooden box… “Lauren”, I never would have ever though I would be dealing this type of situation with you of all people, is this how I have to pay for all those rational and well constituted cases you’ve resolve, by doing something completely out of the ordinary for me and for any sane person?!” It really wasn’t a question, Lauren knew she had his support, she didn’t bother to answer the question, she continued with her case preparations, “I have a very dear friend at the SEC, I think I can prime him so that he follows the logical steps, I will offer him my assistance, I can assure his support, his always had a huge crush on me and would do anything to marry me, he thinks am spectacular captain.” “That you are, that you are.” Captain said those words resigned to some destiny that he did not have in mind for himself.
Lauren met with Michael, a very attractive and successful fraud investigation expert with the SEC, the two had met at the gym, she took the time to remember how she had met him. He had always been at the gym at 6AM for a half hour work out, they made eyes at each other in spinning class, and each training session they would sit on bikes that tended to be closer and closer, until finally they were next to each other, he said hi, she said hi, but Lauren was immediately put off by the obvious, he had not brushed his teeth, they smacked yellow and had perhaps consumed bread in between the gums, this had immediately driven her away, after all the prior smiling had been gearing them up for a sexual relationship; she avoided him for the rest of the work out, only feeling uncomfortable with just dropping him cold, specially because he seemed so nice; she did not dare to demonstrate her abhorrence by sitting at another exercise bicycle, and so it went that they kept talking, managed to eventually have lunch, the conversations were zany and happy enough, then one day they went to dinner, and he did sneak a kiss, but she felt nothing but blah, practically she just held her mouth open, kept on thinking of those yellow teeth she had first observed, and tried as much as she could to resist any participation from her tongue, this he took as welcomed shyness from an otherwise forward woman. So Michael ended up more in love from that kiss, and she ended more certainly not in love, and thus begun their charming friendship, where he always gets to invoke his incessant love and admiration and she is happy to hear it knowing well that nothing will ever happen between them.
Their meeting was very brief, he was working on some very important case that professionally he could not tell her about; she noted the importance of his time and professional stature, by telling him that there was also an element of secrecy to her case, but that if he did not help her, she would be losing the case of her life time. He immediately picked up the phone, ordered some research analysts to get on it, and dig up patterns and circumstances, then he looked at her, with his now very clean and white glittering teeth, “well I don’t know if I can be of service but I am certainly not going to be part of losing you your most important case ever.” He immediately got up, placed his suit jacket on, looking all the million dollars that he was charged with saving the tax payers, while she cozyingly said “thanks Michael, I owe you a lunch.” Such was the parting.
Habakkuk was secretly entered into the precinct, doors were opened, led into a semi dark room, he had requested that it be a dark place, and there he was to work at the very center of the room to build his wooden box, hut like in structure. The captain walked in the room and found much to his dismay Habakkuk sitting dead center of the empty room, just sitting; trying not to show his displeasure, “How is it going Habakkuk?” “good, it is going good.” Habakkuk was really uneasy with the tone and the captains terminology, so he reused some of it, it is going good, perhaps hoping that there would be no further disturbances thanks to the none clashing redundancy but he was wrong. The quick reply and the sudden stop were not things that Ogle wanted, so he became ardent from the static nature of the reply, Ogle wanted to feel something solid, he wanted feedback, he got “good, it is going good.” And there was Habakkuk, sitting in the middle of the room not doing a damn thing, three days had parted with existence and everything was going good, captain did not like how this felt, and more he blamed Habakkuk for bringing this unnerving situation into his precinct. But after that reply Captain just looked at Habakkuk, made it a point to look around the empty room, as if saying “nothing is happening here and I aint not fool I know nothing is happening here,” and then he walked out, making very sure as he did, that the last thing he would look at was not Habakkuk.
Lauren walked into the room, day six, sitting at the center Habakkuk, “how is it going Habakkuk?” he smiles seeing her, feeling very comfortable in her presence and responds, “it is going good.” Perhaps because she knows him she hunkers down her lips, tight, and also looks around the room where there is nothing, not a thing, not a pile of wood, not a wooden box, just Habakkuk, the walls and a wooden floor, and Habakkuk sitting in the middle not even bothering to stand. But Habakkuk, senses much of what he felt from the captain, only he now feels compelled to explain, “it takes days to center the cosmic energy in space, specially if you are inside a police building, this place is not given to cosmic energy, so I have to gather energy every day and focus it on this central point so that the box will have sufficient live energy for me to read its disturbance, otherwise I wont capture a thing…” he pauses a bit and then sharply refracting a smile with his eyes glowing towards her: “can’t expect me to do such an important job in just a day or two boss.” Lauren sees her friend’s smile, she immediately reacts with warmth, it’s a heart felt relationship, they both know they are dealing with unknowns, but Habakkuk has his knowledge of the seventh century and before to keep him calm, while all she has is her faith in him and her superstitious intuition in the here and now. She doesn’t say anything else, she smiles with him, the darkness in the room lightens and she walks out, gently closing the door behind her. As she walks down the hallway, pass all those charging suits and ties and serious staring faces, she is smiling, like the girl that once walked towards a clown all smiling, and suddenly fell, only to get up and smiling even more run on to hug that big white and blue pokodotted dressed clown, with that fluffy red nose.
On the tenth day, Habakkuk asked to see the captain, “it is ready sir.” Habakkuk habitually called everyone by proper and improper names, one never knew what to make of it, his saying that it was “ready sir,” did not imply that there was any respect between him and the captain, it was probably safe to assume that there wasn’t any, only Habakkuk had a way of internally laughing when he did not have any respect for a person, hence his outward appreciation, “it is ready sir” meant this is your world and in your world you are sir, and in that world I have readied something which you need from my world, sir.
Ogle immediately called Lauren, he did not want to walk into the room without her, and so he, ensiling, holding deep breaths at bay, waited for her to arrive,. When she did, she looked at Ogle, then immediately turned her eyes to see Habakkuk, he gently motioned his entire head in her direction as if he had to displace the mass of a thousand suns in the process, and warmly nodded, she blinked, and the two men got up and she led them out through the hall way back to the room. The door opened, they knowingly through some fascinating supposition caught from some unknown, stayed right outside the door, the captain and Lauren looking in, while Habakkuk, was right behind them, occasionally looking at them or over them, and occasionally walking in small circles, holding his bearded chin. The captain and Lauren looked at each other, then back at the room, in the middle they could see a wooden box, more like a hut, made of wood, not perfectly sealed, nailed properly and looking like if it had been there since the French revolution, the dust had settled, and this box was just big enough for a single person to be able to walk around in it without touching the center but at some difficulty, that is, more than likely the person’s body would always be in contact with the center. The captain did not ask any questions, he closed the door, without asking Lauren if she had finished her scenery run through, one could suspect that now that he had seen the wooden hut like structure, that he certainly knew that he was out of his mind, and that his top detective was equally out of her mind, and that they were on a doomed course, where they were both going to lose their minds and jobs, and the only one that was going to come out of this without a scratch was Habakkuk.
Lauren met with Michael, a very attractive and successful fraud investigation expert with the SEC, the two had met at the gym, she took the time to remember how she had met him. He had always been at the gym at 6AM for a half hour work out, they made eyes at each other in spinning class, and each training session they would sit on bikes that tended to be closer and closer, until finally they were next to each other, he said hi, she said hi, but Lauren was immediately put off by the obvious, he had not brushed his teeth, they smacked yellow and had perhaps consumed bread in between the gums, this had immediately driven her away, after all the prior smiling had been gearing them up for a sexual relationship; she avoided him for the rest of the work out, only feeling uncomfortable with just dropping him cold, specially because he seemed so nice; she did not dare to demonstrate her abhorrence by sitting at another exercise bicycle, and so it went that they kept talking, managed to eventually have lunch, the conversations were zany and happy enough, then one day they went to dinner, and he did sneak a kiss, but she felt nothing but blah, practically she just held her mouth open, kept on thinking of those yellow teeth she had first observed, and tried as much as she could to resist any participation from her tongue, this he took as welcomed shyness from an otherwise forward woman. So Michael ended up more in love from that kiss, and she ended more certainly not in love, and thus begun their charming friendship, where he always gets to invoke his incessant love and admiration and she is happy to hear it knowing well that nothing will ever happen between them.
Their meeting was very brief, he was working on some very important case that professionally he could not tell her about; she noted the importance of his time and professional stature, by telling him that there was also an element of secrecy to her case, but that if he did not help her, she would be losing the case of her life time. He immediately picked up the phone, ordered some research analysts to get on it, and dig up patterns and circumstances, then he looked at her, with his now very clean and white glittering teeth, “well I don’t know if I can be of service but I am certainly not going to be part of losing you your most important case ever.” He immediately got up, placed his suit jacket on, looking all the million dollars that he was charged with saving the tax payers, while she cozyingly said “thanks Michael, I owe you a lunch.” Such was the parting.
Habakkuk was secretly entered into the precinct, doors were opened, led into a semi dark room, he had requested that it be a dark place, and there he was to work at the very center of the room to build his wooden box, hut like in structure. The captain walked in the room and found much to his dismay Habakkuk sitting dead center of the empty room, just sitting; trying not to show his displeasure, “How is it going Habakkuk?” “good, it is going good.” Habakkuk was really uneasy with the tone and the captains terminology, so he reused some of it, it is going good, perhaps hoping that there would be no further disturbances thanks to the none clashing redundancy but he was wrong. The quick reply and the sudden stop were not things that Ogle wanted, so he became ardent from the static nature of the reply, Ogle wanted to feel something solid, he wanted feedback, he got “good, it is going good.” And there was Habakkuk, sitting in the middle of the room not doing a damn thing, three days had parted with existence and everything was going good, captain did not like how this felt, and more he blamed Habakkuk for bringing this unnerving situation into his precinct. But after that reply Captain just looked at Habakkuk, made it a point to look around the empty room, as if saying “nothing is happening here and I aint not fool I know nothing is happening here,” and then he walked out, making very sure as he did, that the last thing he would look at was not Habakkuk.
Lauren walked into the room, day six, sitting at the center Habakkuk, “how is it going Habakkuk?” he smiles seeing her, feeling very comfortable in her presence and responds, “it is going good.” Perhaps because she knows him she hunkers down her lips, tight, and also looks around the room where there is nothing, not a thing, not a pile of wood, not a wooden box, just Habakkuk, the walls and a wooden floor, and Habakkuk sitting in the middle not even bothering to stand. But Habakkuk, senses much of what he felt from the captain, only he now feels compelled to explain, “it takes days to center the cosmic energy in space, specially if you are inside a police building, this place is not given to cosmic energy, so I have to gather energy every day and focus it on this central point so that the box will have sufficient live energy for me to read its disturbance, otherwise I wont capture a thing…” he pauses a bit and then sharply refracting a smile with his eyes glowing towards her: “can’t expect me to do such an important job in just a day or two boss.” Lauren sees her friend’s smile, she immediately reacts with warmth, it’s a heart felt relationship, they both know they are dealing with unknowns, but Habakkuk has his knowledge of the seventh century and before to keep him calm, while all she has is her faith in him and her superstitious intuition in the here and now. She doesn’t say anything else, she smiles with him, the darkness in the room lightens and she walks out, gently closing the door behind her. As she walks down the hallway, pass all those charging suits and ties and serious staring faces, she is smiling, like the girl that once walked towards a clown all smiling, and suddenly fell, only to get up and smiling even more run on to hug that big white and blue pokodotted dressed clown, with that fluffy red nose.
On the tenth day, Habakkuk asked to see the captain, “it is ready sir.” Habakkuk habitually called everyone by proper and improper names, one never knew what to make of it, his saying that it was “ready sir,” did not imply that there was any respect between him and the captain, it was probably safe to assume that there wasn’t any, only Habakkuk had a way of internally laughing when he did not have any respect for a person, hence his outward appreciation, “it is ready sir” meant this is your world and in your world you are sir, and in that world I have readied something which you need from my world, sir.
Ogle immediately called Lauren, he did not want to walk into the room without her, and so he, ensiling, holding deep breaths at bay, waited for her to arrive,. When she did, she looked at Ogle, then immediately turned her eyes to see Habakkuk, he gently motioned his entire head in her direction as if he had to displace the mass of a thousand suns in the process, and warmly nodded, she blinked, and the two men got up and she led them out through the hall way back to the room. The door opened, they knowingly through some fascinating supposition caught from some unknown, stayed right outside the door, the captain and Lauren looking in, while Habakkuk, was right behind them, occasionally looking at them or over them, and occasionally walking in small circles, holding his bearded chin. The captain and Lauren looked at each other, then back at the room, in the middle they could see a wooden box, more like a hut, made of wood, not perfectly sealed, nailed properly and looking like if it had been there since the French revolution, the dust had settled, and this box was just big enough for a single person to be able to walk around in it without touching the center but at some difficulty, that is, more than likely the person’s body would always be in contact with the center. The captain did not ask any questions, he closed the door, without asking Lauren if she had finished her scenery run through, one could suspect that now that he had seen the wooden hut like structure, that he certainly knew that he was out of his mind, and that his top detective was equally out of her mind, and that they were on a doomed course, where they were both going to lose their minds and jobs, and the only one that was going to come out of this without a scratch was Habakkuk.
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