Episode 047

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“I didn’t say it was your fault. I said I was going to blame you.”

Robert J. Elkins

 

            Sarah opened the door to Assif’s office, stopping as Alex turned to her.  She paused for a second, then she looked at the chief.  “Okay,” she said slowly.  “Please, explain this to me again, slowly this time.”

            Assif looked at Alex with a sympathetic look, then closed the file in front of him and sat back in his chair.  “A paranormal organization calling themselves the ‘Clan of Caine’ have requested that the body of the creature be turned over to them, so that they may perform the proper burial rights for it.”

            Sarah blinked.  She looked at Alex.  “Is he kidding?”

            “’Fraid not,” he said glumly, settling into his seat.

            “The group is of some renown in Denmark, though I think they’re largely unknown abroad,” Assif explained.  “They are a technically unaffiliated organization, though we have reason to suspect some small ties with the Danish government, as well as across the spectrum of paranormal life in Scandinavia.  Their membership is remarkably diverse, spreading pretty much the gamut of documented life.”

            “They generally deal with human rights, if such a term can be used, of paranormal creatures,” Alex said, trying to sound unamused.

            “Great,” Sarah said, sitting down in the chair next to Alex.  “The paranormal equivalent of the NAACP is asking for us to release a monster’s body.”

            “Now,” Assif said, turning in his chair a bit.  “I find this slightly suspicious.  I have seen some crazy things in my time, but I have never seen anyone request the body of a monster for burial.”  He turned to Alex.  “I want you to get Jin and whomever else you need.  I want you to research international law, especially concerning extradition.  These guys are already throwing a fit over the autopsy.  I want to find some legal claim to keep them from the body.”

            “Legal?” Sarah exclaimed.

            “They’ve gone through legal channels, so we must as well,” Assif insisted.  “If they make a move to take the body by force, we’ll act accordingly.  But right now, they have filed an official petition of release with the UN, one that the UN has ordered us to comply with.”

            “When did ghouls and goblins get lawyers?” Sarah asked to Alex.

            “It was the Free Representation act of 1834,” Alex joked.

            “Alex, the Free Representation Act wasn’t ratified until 1906,” Assif reprimanded.

            Alex froze.  “There was really a Free Representation Act?” he gawked.

            “Don’t joke about something unless you know for certain,” Assif said with the tiniest smirk before looking to Sarah.  “I want you to oversee the preparations for the body to be moved to Denmark.  We’ll have to fly it out there in a UN plane, but I imagine that it will require special preparations.  See to it.”

            “Yes sir,” she said, standing.

Assif looked to Alex.  “Yes sir,” he said, standing as well.

 

 

            The elevator doors opened to reveal a roof top patio.  Sitting underneath an awning umbrella at a wrought iron garden table, Emma was bent over a red-bound book, scribbling down notes.  Jason stepped out of the elevator, covering his eyes as he stepped into the dwindling sunlight from the twilight sky.  As he approached, Emma looked up, taking a sip from her glass of iced tea.

            Jason sat down next to her, about to speak.  Before he could, she held out her glass.  “It’s gotten warm,” she said in a spoiled tone.  Jason gave her a harsh look, but she glanced up, smiling harmlessly.  He accepted her glass and closed her eyes.  Holding his hand over the top, he focused intently.  After a moment, the glass began to chill, condensation gathering along its body.  He handed it back to her.  “Thank you,” she said gratefully.

            “How’s it coming?” he asked.

            “Not bad,” she said, sipping from the glass.  “This thing’s pretty much like a glossary, but I’ve gotten a few interesting things gleaned from it.  I want to send some of my notes to my magical studies professor from Cambridge, but Assif made me fill out a request.”

            “That’ll take a month,” Jason chided.

            “I know,” she agreed.  “Still, better now than never.  The big thing is that I’ve confirmed that if we can get more than one book, then it will be easier to find the others.  It’s like charting points on a graph.  With one book, you’ve got a pretty vague idea where the point you’re look for is.  But with two or more points, it becomes much easier.”

            “If you say so,” Jason allowed.  He sat back, looking out over the small French suburb.  Similar looking buildings surrounded the horizon while the sound of the rambunctious night was beginning to grow.  “Anything else?’

            “Yes and no,” Emma said, making Jason turn to her with piqued interest.  “The book, the books, for the most part, are written as text books and history books, right?  Stuff in the past.”  He nodded.  “Well, the only thing that seems odd is there are a couple of references that I’ve found so far that speak about the future.  It’s nothing really specific, but…”  Her voice trailed.  “It always makes me uncomfortable when anything starts talking like that.”

 
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