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982 tiles, 14 pens, 6 photographs...
Special Agent Sam Stanley Sat Oct 10, 2009 10:56 am
Sam looked down once more at the corpse before writing the his final verdict 'Cause of death: Heart attack.' He squinted as he looked up at the calender before signing and dating the form. Both the other victims had died from induced heart attacks also, but if someone was going to insist on dressing as the grim reaper and knocking on nursing home doors as a joke problems were bound to occur.
Exiting the lab he disposed of his gloves and gown dwelling on the 982 tiles he'd counted in the Boston Hospital room he stopped to wash his hands. He slowly walked across the wash room out out into hallway with the admin desk opposite. He stopped in front of it to drop the paperwork off, glancing down mentally noting '14 pens, 6 photographs, 5 post it notes, 2 cups, 6 rubber stam...'
'Special Agent Stanley?'
'Umm... yes?' he said, his train of thought interrupted. A small squat woman looked up at him from the desk.
'There was a message from an the office of Regional Chief Gordon Cole asking you phone them.'
Sam nodded. 'May I?' he said gesiticulating to the phone, in the process knocking over a small plastic weasel desk ornament.
'Of course' she replied in a slightly curt tone while rearranging her weasel.
Sam dialled and waited. The receptionist answered.
'Hi... Yes, hi, it's Special Agent Sam Stanley, Cole asked me to ring?'
'Oh, yes, Regional Chief Cole asked me to relay to you that we've arranged a charter flight from Nancy Airfield tomorrow morning at 7 am. You're to meet Special Agent Anna Walker there at 6:30 am tomorrow for briefing before flying up to Seattle. The papers are over at the Boston field office waiting'.
Sam thanked her and hung up before waving to the administrative clerk behind the desk. He followed the halls to the hospital exit lost in thought. Exiting the building into the light he thought of tomorrow's case. Unsure why he felt some trepidation about the case he walked to his car.
'32 degrees' he muttered to himself as he passed a cigarette butt, noting the angle it had been stubbed out at.
Exiting the lab he disposed of his gloves and gown dwelling on the 982 tiles he'd counted in the Boston Hospital room he stopped to wash his hands. He slowly walked across the wash room out out into hallway with the admin desk opposite. He stopped in front of it to drop the paperwork off, glancing down mentally noting '14 pens, 6 photographs, 5 post it notes, 2 cups, 6 rubber stam...'
'Special Agent Stanley?'
'Umm... yes?' he said, his train of thought interrupted. A small squat woman looked up at him from the desk.
'There was a message from an the office of Regional Chief Gordon Cole asking you phone them.'
Sam nodded. 'May I?' he said gesiticulating to the phone, in the process knocking over a small plastic weasel desk ornament.
'Of course' she replied in a slightly curt tone while rearranging her weasel.
Sam dialled and waited. The receptionist answered.
'Hi... Yes, hi, it's Special Agent Sam Stanley, Cole asked me to ring?'
'Oh, yes, Regional Chief Cole asked me to relay to you that we've arranged a charter flight from Nancy Airfield tomorrow morning at 7 am. You're to meet Special Agent Anna Walker there at 6:30 am tomorrow for briefing before flying up to Seattle. The papers are over at the Boston field office waiting'.
Sam thanked her and hung up before waving to the administrative clerk behind the desk. He followed the halls to the hospital exit lost in thought. Exiting the building into the light he thought of tomorrow's case. Unsure why he felt some trepidation about the case he walked to his car.
'32 degrees' he muttered to himself as he passed a cigarette butt, noting the angle it had been stubbed out at.
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