Post by Syd on Apr 30, 2008 20:09:48 GMT -6
Author: Trousers
Rating: R - for language
Johnny Characters: Spencer Armacost and Agent Sands.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from The Astronaut's Wife, or OUATIM. Any characters that you don't recognize are mine.
Authors note: Part of credit of this thing goes to Ichabod! He stole my notebook and wrote some.
(The stuff in bold is the character's own narration/recollection.)
Rating: R - for language
Johnny Characters: Spencer Armacost and Agent Sands.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from The Astronaut's Wife, or OUATIM. Any characters that you don't recognize are mine.
Authors note: Part of credit of this thing goes to Ichabod! He stole my notebook and wrote some.
(The stuff in bold is the character's own narration/recollection.)
"Spencer, don't worry, the CIA is looking into it." A man in a suit said.
"The CIA!?" Spencer spat the words back in surprise.
"Don't worry. An Officer will be here shortly to talk with you. Should be... about an hour."
"An Officer? Why the CIA?"
"Aliens, Spencer." He stated with a look of disappointment, "Come on, you didn't think we could let some rookie city cops get a hold of this. The CIA'll handle it, relax."
"Can't you pretend like it was attempted murder? I don't want to be the alien guy. Just find Jill and put her away. I'm fine with that."
"Sorry Spence, we- no they already know. You're in this no matter what now."
He sighed, "So it'll all be kept a secret then?"
"Yep." Came the blunt reply.
"Okay." He leaned back in his chair, trying to relax.
"You have to stay here, but I need to get some files. I'll be back when the Officer gets here."
As he left I thought about quite a few things. Why was I always the one that got into these shenanigans? What was the CIA Officer going to do to me when he got here? And the question that burned the deepest inside of me.. Why was he looking so uncomfortable when he said he needed to "get some files." I knew him well enough to know that he wouldn't just leave me here to ponder my fate. Something big was going on. Something that people didn't want me to know about. The word that came to my mind: conspiracy. But would they really go that far?
"Officer Sands. Good to see you." The same man in the black suit greeted Sands.
"So let me get this straight.. I'm supposed to ask some guy questions about aliens?"
"Yes, we think there could be more to it than he's telling us."
"Just aliens?" Sands wouldn't let it go that easily, "Come on? No Drugs? Money?" Sands scoffed.
"Still the cowboy of the lot aren't you? Come, he's on the sixth floor."
They walked to the elevator. Sands following slightly behind.
"Why don't you take your sunglasses off?" The man asked.
Sands couldn't be bothered to answer.
"You're indoors you know?"
So he doesn't know... Did the Company think they were doing me a favor? They think I'm sensitive about it. Hah. If anything, being blind has made me more callous and insensitive. Demoting me to an Interrogations Officer is where they messed up though. If I were still in the field I'd be dead by now. But the blackmail worked. I couldn't believe the Company fell for it. I still have a job because of their idiocy.
The elevator doors opened on the sixth floor and the two men walked to the room where Spencer waited.
"Spencer, this is Officer Sands." The suit man introduced.
Spencer watched as the Officer stepped into the room. He was wearing black jeans with a white and black cowboy type shirt, and a pair of very dark sunglasses.
"Officer." Spencer stood from his seat and held his hand out for Sands to shake.
Sands didn't acknowledge him and stood across the table. Spencer dropped his hand to his side, embarrassed, he sat down.
"I'll just go then." Suit man said, and left the room.
"Your wife tried to kill you?" Sands asked.
"Yes sir." Spencer answered looking down.
"Sands." He corrected then sighed, "Why would she do that, might I ask?" His voice laced with boredom.
"Because I was possessed." Spencer stated matter of factly.
"Oh come on Spence! Cut the shit. Why the hell would she do that?"
"I told you! I was possessed!" Spencer looked up frustrated.
"Sure you were. And I'm Johnny fuckin' Depp."
