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| New York Minute: Chapter 11
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It's been a rough 2 weeks. My first murder case is just destroying my mind. First the girl dies, then Harry kills himself...the bombing at the court house, the lawyers offices and Jessica's apartment. I was surprised FBI wasn't involved. Of course, I used to work for them, so they were smarter than to get involved in something I clearly needed to handle on my own terms.
I pulled into my apartment's parking lot, and entered into the building. You ever gone in some place that was eerily still? That's what my flat was like. Unhooking my USP, I checked the silde to see if it was loaded, and flicked the safety off.
I went to open the door and noticed it was arleady slightly ajar. I turned the LAM on, and walked in, quietly. I peered through the dimly let corridors of my flat, and made my way to the living room. There was someone on the floor, fiddling under the coffee table.
"FREEZE! NYPD, Get your hands where I can see them!" He didn't move. "I SAID MOVE DAMMIT! Get your goddamned hands in the air. NOW!"
He moved then and fast. Turning around, I saw he was drawing a weapon. Without thinking. I dropped to my knee and pulled back on the trigger twice in quick succession. The gun fired off, and two bullets caught the man in the chest spinning him around and dropping him in an instant. He didn't even get a chance to fire.
Checking for a pulse, I moved under neath the coffee table, and put on a latex glove. There, underneath, was another listening device. It was still hooked up to the dead man's Blackberry. It was displaying a connection set-up wizard.
"229.143.851.920.517" I mumbled. "...That's an odd IP. Well, if it's associated with the a burst transmission, they may function on a different level...
I moved to my computer and pulled up my internet browser. Into the address bar I entered 229.143.851.920.517
"Error...you do not have the rights to access this companies internal network communications admin. If you feel you should be able to access this, please contact...481-558-9626....Oh shit..." I picked up my phone and contacted the police department.
Dick answered. "Yeah?"
"Dick, who was the officer in charge of evidence today at Jessica's office?"
"Jenny Linden."
"Get her on the phone."
A few moments passed, and she answered. "Officer Linden, CSI Team 1."
"Jenny, it's Jason. You're never gonna believe this." And I proceeded to give her the run down of everything that had happened. About 20 minutes later, she and her partner, McLaurey, showed up, and began to take stock. She took the palm and the transciver.
"These I can do something with," she said. "But hacking an internal network isn't something I know how to-"
"I can do it," a voice said behind us. Drawing my USP, I thumbed the safety and turned.
"Johnny." I said, breathing silently. "Officers Linden and McLaurey, this is Johnny. A special agent with the FBI." I gestured to my computer. I trusted him enough to do this properly. And he began to work.
"Well now," he said after several minutes of typing. "This is odd indeed."
"What?" I asked.
Johnny swivled in his chair, and pushed his glasses up his nose. "Well, that IP isn't a normal one, as you thought. It's a customer job, for a custom frequency. But more than that...I think it may lead you to the biggest arrest of your career."
This is how the world ends......
I broke down the door to the suspect's home. Johnny and Dick backing me up. It was all coming to a head. At least, for now. Combing through the rooms of the mansion, I finally found the room that I was looking for. Winchester, standing alone in his chambers. I drew my weapon and pointed it at his chest.
"Why, Winchester?"
"Finally figured it out did you boy? Finally figured out I was the Murder Inc. man who killed your father? Well, you see, that info that the girl had..that whole damn family had could have sunk me, I thought I was safe once your father was dead. But NO! That bastard...Louise's father had to go and ruin everything. The girl..Emma, when she was old enough would be instructed to go to the press. I couldn't allow that to happen...and it won't work now. Sure, I may be caught...but this goes far far deeper my boy. Far deeper."
"We'll see, I said." And moved to handcuff him, he moved fast, and placed a gun against his head and fired. I jumped back out of instinct. We called the paramedics, but he was dead from the shot. And this case was just getting started. On his person...they found a letter addressed to me. I follwed it's instructions. It said to go to Central Park at 10:00pm that night, I'd learn more then.
So, I pulled my coat up and around my shoulders and walked on down to central park at 10:00. My feet crunched the leaves, they had started to dry out now the rain was gone. The city...was still alive even at this time of night. Groaning and moaning in the dark. I unhooked my revolver, and waited.
At 10 exactly there was a scuffle, and a thud, a cry of pain. I turned, and saw two men running away, I fired, missing them both. Then I noticed a lump, wirthing on the ground. Bending over, my heart lept into my throat. Beautiful eyes looking me...
"JESSICA!" I yelled and untied her. She stood, and kissed me fiercly. "How are you...the bomb...I don't..."
She smiled. "The kidnapped me." her smile faltered. "Winchester kidnapped me. I already know he's dead...that's why I was released...but...Jason, he was just the tip of the Iceburg. One of the few last remnents of Murder Inc. We still don't have the Doctor or Louise's sister."
"I know, but I have you back..."
"How did you learn it was him."
I smiled. "Johnny found an algorythm in the IP address the transmitters were using. If you re-arrange the numbers, they combine to be associated with different letters of the alphabet. Those letters spell Winchester. I think....I think he had always intended me to catch him...but why?"
"I'm not sure..." She said. "But...it's odd how the whole thing was linked to one song. " As we walked around, I noticed a monument in the park, and someone had carved into it. "I've changed for the better, my love, come back to me..." and it was signed "Louise Smith" and dated 2 days prior to his death.
I looked at Jessica, and she looked at me. "This is just starting. Information on Winchester can't be the only thing contained in there."
She nodded. "Yeah. But whatever happens, we'll meet it together.
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Posted by mjwb on 2008-07-01 20:58:11 | Rating: | Views: 34
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So, this short story is finally done. I know the ending seems a little weak, but it's not really the ending. Think of it like the 2nd Matrix movie. It's leading in to something else. Winchester is sneaky, but he's nothing on who's coming next. Stay tuned for the next adventure of Jason Alexander. "Say I'm Sorry"
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Posted by mjwb
on 2008-07-01 20:59:28
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