《Private Eye: The beginning of the adventure》


 The Day He Walked In...

    My name is Samuel Willus, friends call me Sam, age 42 as of this recording


    The date, in Earth time, at the time of this recording is March 2nd, 2152, approximately 3 months after the New World memorial service.


    If anyone finds this, you are now authorized by the 7th Power to return this information to the plane 2157 planet Earth.


    Please, tell my daughter that I love her.


    The day started like routine. Wake up, go shave, get dressed, leave to go to the office. My office is located downtown in the City, and is open to the public for most of the hours in a day.


    On the way to the office, I stop for some coffee at the Spacebucks. the cashier, named Carrie, took my order as soon as she saw me. Black Roast, with a slightly overdone bagel on the side.


    When I got to the building, I saw the neighbor walk in. She was late, as she normally is inside the building 30 minutes before I even wake up. I try avoiding her anyways because she thinks I do nothing inside my office; which is untrue, I barely even use the room when I have a case.


    Unfortunately it was not my day.


    "Hey, Lazybones. Is that bagel for me, or are you feeding the birds" she said as she walked towards me


    "No, and no. Also get outta my way Hannah, I''m not in the mood"


    "You''re always not in the mood, freeloader. Anyways, do you have a coin on you, I''m just a little short for the fruit snack in the vending machine." she said, folding her hands in front of her chest.


    "Hannah, you do realize that you could just raid the janitor''s closet for the box."


    "But that''s no funnnnn" she pouted stomping her feet as she marched away, as usual.


    Hannah was a special character, in my opinion. she wasn''t fat, but neither was she thin; she had meat on her bones, but not enough to make her look bad. She had a plump cheerful face, and an attitude that backed it up. If you encounter this tale on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.


    Hannah had lost her parents to certain circumstances; one was kidnapped by a mob boss that was visiting her hometown, while the other disappeared shortly afterwards, accompanied with approximately 25 million and the town''s power core.


    How do I know all of this? It''s my job to know everything that''s going on in this town and the surrounding areas up to 100 miles, or 160 km. And when I say everything, I mean Everything.


    I know who likes to go jogging, who burns their spouse''s toash after they catch them taking cookies, I know who beats their dog. I even know who had sex with whom.


    Though this seems a bit much, it''s all part of my job. It literally is in my contract to know these things.


    The reason is the girl who lives in the office next door. the girl whose parents left her with nothing. the girl who unknowingly killed an entire town out of grief.


    So that''s why I deal with the nuisance that is Hannah. for the reason of keeping her sane, and this town alive.


    However, I still am a private eye, and as I said before, that day was not routine.


    Just before the lunch hour my door was opened; a 21st century wooden door, an antique if you will, from a less civilized age. The hallway light streamed into the dark room, and a man walked into the room asking


    "Are you the Private eye, Sam Willus?"


    "I am, what can I do for you?"


    The man walked further into my office, taking off his fedora and tossing it lightly onto the coat stand that stood next to the door.


    "I have a problem I need help solving"


    "Don''t we all have problems Mr...?"


    "The names Lock, Joseph Lock. and my problem is no petty matter"


    Joseph M. Lock. world renowned billionaire and business owner. He had investments and patents in almost every area of business. His most prominent businesses, Chemical and Health.


    "You see Mr. Willus, one of my offices was broken into about two weeks ago. Fortunately almost nothing was stolen. The only thing that was missing were blueprints to warehouses and labs."


    As he talked, he walked and sat in the visitor''s chair across from my desk.


    "This seems more like a police problem."


    Lock chuckled at the mention of police


    "those corrupt bastards would use that as an excuse to ''take custody'' of my research. I am currently leading the research trend."


    Lock leaned in


    "About a week after the blueprints were stolen, one of the warehouses was broken into. approximately half of the more essential items there were gone in an hour. Then, just last night, another warehouse was broken into. However this time they took a single item."


    "That doesn''t sound..."


    "too bad, right" Lock interrupted


    "The thing was, the item that was stolen weighted 46 tons, it was also heavily repellent to all other metals. and the whole thing was gone, poof, vanished. No traces of heavy machinery at work, nor a truck to carry it away. This is the same with both instances"


    Lock gestured in the air, adding a little flourish to his statement.


    "So you lost blueprints, half of a warehouse''s stock, and 46 tons of substance, which I am assuming is metal in nature"


    Lock nodded


    "What do you want me to do? depending on the answer determines the price"


    "What I want Mr. Willus, is for you to find the people who did this, track them down, and eliminate them from this life in the most cruel and inhumane manner you can think of."

 Was the day I lost my Father...

    My name is Sally Johana Willus, daughter of Samuel Willus, my age currently 24 years of age.


    The date is March 4th, 2152.


    My father is a quiet man. He only says what is necessary, and even then just grunts the answer when it¡¯s not about work. He isn¡¯t unsociable, he just rarely speaks when it¡¯s not necessary.


    He has a certain charm about him, that feeling of wanting to depend on him. I guess that¡¯s what mother was attracted to. She always liked the caring kind of man.


    You see, Dad and Mom loved each other, they married young, mother was 17, dad was 16. They dated for about 2 years before dad finally married her, due to getting her pregnant, it was a shotgun wedding. I believe he would¡¯ve waited longer if not for me. Although I was told by mom she faked the pregnancy, though she got pregnant at the honeymoon, and dad still doesn¡¯t know.


    But as time went by, Dad eventually got drafted into the military. He spent about 10 years in service, mostly in Special Operations, once they discovered his psionic ability.


    Psionic abilities started showing up in the late 2090¡¯s, some people got super strength, others enhanced reactions and so on.


    Dad¡¯s psionic ability is unique, AOC is what it is called, Area Observation and Control. Within a certain radius, my father can observe and interact with anything and anyone, with little or no restrictions.


    Of course he can be countered, however the equipment and knowledge of this has been repressed, or is a heavily guarded secret by my dad and the government.


    However, the years Dad spent in the military changed him, or so mother says. She said be became even more distant, as if he wasn¡¯t part of the world, but just an observer. It was as if he refrained from touching anything, this included food. This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.


    Psionic abilities are like a double edged sword to the user, they grant immense power, at a certain price. Such as a person with super speed loses some arm strength, or a person who can fly loses the ability to walk.


    Dad¡¯s AOC has two stages that I know of, the first stage is Observation. Which is what he uses most of the time, at most he gets a bad headache after a few hours.


    However, the Control part is where the sacrifice exponentially increases. Depending on what he Controls, he either loses some small amount of body mass, to losing emotions and connection to the world.


    However even these are so minute, it¡¯s almost impossible to realise he lost anything. I wonder what he had to do to get so far as to lose as much as he did.


    Mom couldn¡¯t stand living with the husk of the man she once loved, as she said; so she divorced him, and took me away with her. The last I saw of my dad that day was through the rear windshield, tears streaming down his face.


    It was surprising for me to realise that my mother was also crying. I didn¡¯t realise until later it was for my sake. They divorced when I was just 15 years old. My father was 33 years old


    My life without my father was dull and grey, for me and my mom. When I went through high school, there was a father-daughter dance, I sent an email every year for three weeks in advance to him, telling him about it¡­ He never responded, not even once.


    Volleyball and Basketball tournaments, same thing. We won state in both, twice in a row. That was my junior and senior years.


    When before I went to college, I went to find my dad¡­


    The town was gone, nothing was left except a mound of dirt inside of a crater.


    Psionic abilities, a double edged sword, the more powerful the ability is, the greater the harm to the user. However the damage is normally small, not even noticeable.


    However it is different for world changing psionic powers. These take memories, or emotions. The power it took to create a crater of that size, would likely wipe away all memories of the user.


    Essentially, every time the power is used the user ¡°dies¡± and a ¡°new¡± person is born. Completely oblivious to the previous incident.


    After the trip I gave up on finding my father¡­ until I saw him at the New World memorial service. Standing in the shadows, protecting the memorial for the day. He was dressed like the old TV character Columbo, which was his favorite detective show.


    Three months later I got a call from an hospital


    ¡°Hello, is this Sally Willus¡¯ number?¡± asked the nurse on the other end


    ¡°It is, may I ask why you are calling me?¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s about your father, last night he... .¡±


    ¡°I¡¯ll be right over.¡±

 And in that Brief Moment of silence...

    ¡°I¡¯ll accept the job¡±


    ¡°I thought you would.¡± Joseph Lock smiled as he leaned back into the chair.


    ¡°However, there are a few things I need to have before I start.¡±


    ¡°Of course, your payment. I¡¯ll spend double the average rate you give.¡±


    Joseph Lock. Owner of the multi-billion dollar corporation, legally known as LOGIC; which stands for Logistical Operations Given Intense Care. it¡¯s more commonly known as Lock Corp.


    LOGIC is present in most of the world¡¯s current superpowers, with hundreds warehouses and thousands of office buildings. The main headquarters is on the artificial island, known as Atlantis.


    Before the new World War started, the old superpower countries tried one last effort for peace, creating an island in the middle of the ocean.


    Politically neutral, and completely self sufficient, New Atlantis is the headquarters of many corporations. Powered by solar, wind, and ocean currents, while protected by psionic shields that could block out objects from planes to radiation particles.


    New Atlantis was very similar to the Atlantis in the stories, in of which its inhabitants touched upon unthinkable technology and power..


    However, during the New World War (WWIII), the island was sunk due to some sabotaging. Almost the entire population was murdered.


    Once the war was over, the island was quickly rebuilt on top of the sunken one. proving to be even more outrageous than the first city


    The New(er) city of Atlantis is now concidered the safe haven of the world. However, the ruins of the old city is a den for the underworld.


    It was very likely that the thieves would return to their nest.


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    ¡°I first need the stock manifest for the warehouse that was broken into, make sure to mark what was stolen. Then, I would like to examine the other warehouse, personaly.¡±


    Lock smiled as we stood up from the seats


    ¡°of course, I¡¯ll tell my secretary to send a copy over, and as for the warehouse, it¡¯s on New Atlantis, I¡¯ll send a person pick you up.¡±


    ¡°All the easier for me.¡±


    Lock reached out to shake hands


    ¡°I expect that this will be wrapped up quickly and quietly.¡±


    I took his hand


    ¡°I want the advance also ready, can¡¯t start without a little motivation.¡±


    ¡°Of course, of course, I¡¯ll send the pay over with the manifest. Oh, and Mr. Willus, I wish you the best of luck¡±


    Lock said as he started walking towards the door, gesturing with his left hand to signal a wave good bye.


    ¡°Luck isn¡¯t why I¡¯m still alive. Also, close the door on your way out; you''re letting the light in.¡±


    ¡°I wasn¡¯t suggesting that the Lucky Lady was the cause of your survival.¡±


    Lock stated as he closed the door.


    ¡°I know.¡±


    I sat back down in my chair, my thoughts wandered as I stared into space. My eyes searching for some invisible answer in the shadows of the room.


    I normally avoid working for large corporations, too risky. However the pay this time is a completely different matter.


    My ¡°average¡± rate can range from buying me a fast food restaurant lunch, to the GDP of a small county. Lock promising double the average, which is the second highest, and voila, instant millionaire.


    Not that i¡¯d spend it on anything for myself, besides food. But that¡¯s heading into rambling.


    The reason why corporations are so risky to work for isn¡¯t because of the customer, but the rivals that they have.


    Rival companies are very competitive, very suspicious, hugely territorial, and when they hear a private eye has been hired to ¡°snoop around¡±, their reactions normally range from pissed of as f*ck, to I¡¯m gonna ruin your life angry.


    Here¡¯s an example of a rivaling corporation¡¯s thought process; a company hires private eye, the private eye starts to investigate, rival companies start to hire hitmen to eliminate private eye at the slightest moment, private eye ends up becoming the next decoration in the hitman¡¯s home.


    Depending on the investigator, the stronger the hitman is.


    My psionic ability is more about reconnaissance, investigation, and surveillance than it is about fighting. This doesn¡¯t mean it¡¯s not usable in battle, however it¡¯s not the most practical ability out there. However I am confident in my fighting skills.


    There are several cases where a private investigator has been killed because of hitmen. In fact, the undercity even has a guild, a leuge of assholes if you will, dedicated to hunt and kill them.


    Some sickos even go as far as killing the loved ones instead of the investigator.


    This almost happened to me.


    I sighed, looking at the photo of my family on the desk.


    I shook my head as I smiled sorrowfully


    ¡°There¡¯s always a price to pay for being sloppy.¡±

 I Realize Now That What He Found...

    ¡°How is he doctor?¡±


    ¡°Well Mam, at first glance it looked like a simple case. A person faints, fine, injured, we have the medicine. But this? Unresponsive, even to psionic probing. It¡¯s almost as if his soul was sealed or stolen.¡±


    ¡°There are treatments for this, right?¡± I asked


    The doctor sighed, muttering ¡°If I had a dollar for every time I heard that.¡±


    ¡°What?¡±


    ¡°You do realise we don¡¯t know what¡¯s wrong with your father. His vitals are fine, better even than a normal person, The muscles are still strong, so his heart won¡¯t stop, and there is no evidence of brain damage. So by all accounts, he should be up and doing his regular thing. Heck I bet this guy could dress as Batm*n and beat Superm*n without the gadgets, except the suit and krypt*nite¡±


    ¡°That doesn¡¯t sound feasible.¡± I was confused, what did those two, fictional people, have to do with this?


    ¡°Don¡¯t read many comic books do you?¡± the doctor asked in a slightly dissapointed way


    ¡°My father wanted me to, but mother said it was bad for my education and burned them all.¡±


    ¡°How many did he have?¡±


    ¡°Remember the giant smoke column that everyone though a volcano erupted silently?¡±


    ¡°No way¡­ was that?¡± the doctor stuttered, clearly he was one of those people


    ¡°Yup. my father¡¯s comic book collection. Statistics show that week was twice as hot as it should¡¯ve been. Anyway, is it possible for him to wake up?¡±


    The doctor looked at the chart


    ¡°it is possible, just from what we are seeing, very unlikely. The most scientific answer is maybe a psionic ¡®mind crushed¡¯ him, but that¡¯s doubtful as the eyes roll back into the head are the first common symptom. The other ones he clearly didn¡¯t experience. However, I would recommend him staying in the hospital in the comatose area¡±If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation.


    ¡°How much would that cost?¡± I don¡¯t earn enough for that kind of constant treatment


    ¡°Oh don¡¯t worry, apparently he is working with LOGIC when this happened. The CEO himself said that he would cover all expenses¡±


    ¡°What do you¡­¡±


    The doctor¡¯s pager starts beeping


    ¡°Sorry mam, I have to attend to my other patients, if there are any questions, feel free to ask one of the nurses¡± and after saying that, the doctor walked out of the room.


    I sat on the chair that was next to my dad¡¯s bed.


    His rugged face looked peaceful, sleeping without a care in the world. A tiny aged scar above his left eye stood out against his sun tanned skin.


    I reached over to the remote and turned on the TV, which was already on a bad talk show that I watch, only to make fun of the people on the show.


    I look over to the nightstand, where his watch, phone, wallet and keys are.


    ¡°He wouldn¡¯t mind if I looked, right?¡±


    My dad never let me look inside of his wallet; alway went on about me stealing money and a man¡¯s personal privacy, but I knew he was always joking.


    Opening the worn wallet, and the first thing I see is a picture of mom and me at the park with thin, elegant writing in the corner. Don¡¯t Forget Those Who You Love. Love, E.W.


    My mother is a lawyer, however she always insists on paper copies compared to digital, saying her signature looks better on paper.


    Of course that wasn¡¯t true, but her associate''s never knew why she insisted on paper.


    Come to think of it, I don¡¯t know why she insists on paper.


    However, I do know what my mother¡¯s signature looks like.


    And it perfectly matches with the one on the photo.


    However I remember seeing this photo, without the writing, when we finally found a house after Mom divorced Dad.


    The wallet was packed with bills from various countries and credit cards in no particular order.


    Oh, a free mochachino at¡­ Bobbie''s hamburger joint¡­ in venezuela...and it expired five years ago.


    Well, who am I to judge


    ¡°How does he find anything in this cluster of junk?¡±


    I know it¡¯s comical, but I feel like a kitten with a new toy. I walk over to the table and dump the contents of the wallet onto the table.


    Several coins, bills, receipts, and expired coupons fell out. Is this his tax return?!


    Finally the only thing left inside the wallet is the picture


    ¡°What¡¯s this?¡±


    Behind the photo was a small, barely noticeable slip of paper


    Taking the note out from behind the photo, the first thing I notice is the quick, broad handwriting that is my Dad¡¯s.


    Findings on the LOCK Corp case. What is contained inside is confidential and should be given to Joseph Lock as soon as possible.


    ¡°Breaking News! Hello and welcome to this breaking news report. World wide millionaire Jose Jackson, owner of the Sanders baseball team and business rival to Joseph Lock, was killed today before unveiling his newest product, a Psionic Amplifier.¡±

 Could potentially change the World...

    ¡°This is the warehouse?¡±


    ¡°Yes Mr. Willus this is the second warehouse that was broken into.¡±


    ¡°I know that, just take me to the room where the object was already.¡±


    The secretary walked towards the center of the warehouse, where a security checkpoint was located.


    ¡°This way sir.¡±


    ¡°Do you want me to remove my belt?¡±


    ¡°That won¡¯t be necessary, Security has been told to help you in any way possible. The security footage is over there.¡±


    She pointed toward the office overhang.


    The warehouse was a more modern build, taking some inspiration for the architecture from the roaring twenties. Most notably, the office overhang, that had vision of the entire floor of the warehouse. Security cameras were placed at even intervals, and some were even hidden.


    The amount of security for a medium warehouse was shocking to say the least. The security tighter than that at the Statue of Liberty, more cameras than what a department store sells, and a maze like ground floor that is filled with computers and data.


    ¡°I¡¯ll view them later, however, right now I want to know, why so much security?¡±


    ¡°Mr. Lock ordered several high security warehouses like this one, for the purpose of research and development. As you probably already know, our competitors would love to get their hands on this research.¡±


    ¡°That explains most of the security, now what¡¯s the real reason?¡±


    ¡°As I said Mr Lock doesn¡¯t¡­.¡±If you spot this narrative on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.


    ¡°Barbra, it¡¯s alright to tell him. After all, he was on the team that originally found it.¡±


    Joseph Lock was standing on the top of the stair that lead to the office. He wore his regular business suit and tie, with his short brown hair slicked back just enough to not be in his azure eyes


    ¡°But sir it is highly classified.¡±


    Barbara, the secretary, was a younger middle aged woman around 28 or 32, though with today''s technology who knows how old she really is. Her brunette hair was up into a professional bun in the back, revealing her heterochromatic eyes, one was a deep green while the other one was a brilliant scarlet red.


    ¡°If we¡¯re talking about classified, no one should be able to meet me, yet here I am.¡±


    Barbra looks at me with a confused expression


    ¡°I don¡¯t think I understand what you are saying Mr. Willus.¡±


    ¡°What he¡¯s saying Barbra, is that he is considered a World level threat should he become mad enough. However that is, as Mr. Willus kindly pointed out, classified.¡±


    Barbara''s expression turned from the confused, to fear, to bewilderment, then secretary¡­. In 3 seconds...That there is a professional.


    ¡°Well, let¡¯s get on with the tour.¡±


    I nudged Barbara in the shoulder, pushing her towards the center of the warehouse, where a plexiglass wall stood. Upon closer inspection it was shielded with a high class psionic barrier.


    Normally a barrier of this level can block out hostile psionics up to High Advanced, however not against mine. Normal reconnaissance abilities


    The difference between psionic abilities is simple. The ranking system starts on a 1 to 10 numerical basis. 10 is the strongest. Regular people, or abilities that have little to no use rank in the 1 to 3 range. Intermediate abilities 3 to 6. Advanced 7 to 9, and Master Class being 10.


    Unique abilities can scale from either 1 out of 10 to 11 out of 10. The reason for this is the nature of the unique ability in itself. The more useful it is, the higher the rank.


    Of course there are exceptions to the ranking system. If a skilled user of a psionic ability of 4 faces a inexperienced psionic user of an ability of 7, the winner will most likely be the rank 4, unless the rank 7¡¯s ability is a direct counter to the 4¡¯s.


    ¡°Here we are Mr. Willus, please ask if you need anything. I will assist to the best of my abilities.¡±


    ¡°Thanks, is this how you found the room?¡±


    ¡°Exactly how it was found yesterday.¡±


    The plexiglass room was a mess. Papers holding numerous notes thrown about haphazardly, computer screens broken, and wires cut. In the center of the room stood a round, heavy duty plastic case, with a hole being burned into the side.


    ¡°Is that where the substance was?¡±


    ¡°Yes.¡±


    ¡°Why is it so small? It was supposed to be 46 tons right?¡±


    The case was a 1x1x1 square meter cube of clear plastic. A empty pedicle stood in the center of the box.


    ¡°Highly compressed matter in a small area. The machinery it took to get it in there was ridiculously expensive, even more so to get it out.¡± Lock stated, leaning in the doorway.


    ¡°Then why so much security for something that only a few people could move?¡±


    ¡°Because, Mr. Willus that piece of metal is the key to advancing our society to the next level. Beyond that of the Creatures that you fought with years ago to unknowingly obtain it.¡±

 For both the Future and the Past...

    ¡°Hey Mom, I thought that you would¡¯ve showed up earlier, considering how much he still means to you.¡±


    ¡°Sally, you do know I¡¯m swamped with cases at the firm at the moment. Hundreds of complaints about ¡®I patented it first¡¯ or ¡®They stole my idea¡¯. Seriously, the nerves of some people. You know at times I wish I had your father¡¯s guts and told them what I really think about their ideas.¡±


    ¡°I know mom, you forced me to intern that one time. Worst employment of my life, I don¡¯t know how you stand it.¡±


    My mother, Elinore Rosemary Herb, formally Elinore Rosemary Willus, is the owner of a hugely successful law firm. Winning 79% of their cases, which number in the hundreds. She started working for another firm until she decided to freelance after the divorce. During the following 5 years, she got around 80 to 100 cases¡­ and she won all but one of them. The only reason she lost was due to her inability to show up due to having fainted on the floor because of fatigue.


    After that she started the firm, taking fresh and experienced lawyers. It wasn¡¯t until I graduated from college that she no longer took cases.


    It was also on that day that thousands of lawyers wept for joy at the prospect of not having to face the ¡°Devil Lawyer¡±.


    There are public recordings of my mother¡¯s cases, and she was insanely good. Once the opposition requested if the anti-psionic wave emitter be turned on, just to stop her supposed ability. Shockingly, She got even better. The person who requested the machine be used had to stop being a lawyer in the state because of how hard he was beaten.


    How Dad got her to love him is a mystery that I will probably never know.


    ¡°Aw sweetie, let me make it up for you. I know I¡¯m open this coming saturday. Why don¡¯t we meet at the old tavern and catch up for the past years. One topic could be, when are you planning on getting married?¡±


    ¡°Mom, you do remember I promised that both you and dad have to approve the candidate. So far of all the people I meet, only one of you would not agree, and it¡¯s not dad.¡±


    ¡°Honey, I just don¡¯t want you to be hurt by this cruel world. You know I will always support you.¡±This story originates from Royal Road. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.


    ¡°Thanks mom, but I think we shouldn¡¯t talk about this in front of dad.¡±


    ¡°Speaking of which, how is the big lard head?¡±


    ¡°Doctor said they don¡¯t know what''s wrong with him, then he went on to compliment dad¡¯s fitness.¡±


    ¡°And?¡±


    ¡°Said he could be b*tm*n.¡±


    ¡°Oh, did he now.¡±


    ¡°Yes mom, the doctor said that.¡±


    ¡°And where is this doctor¡±


    Mom¡¯s eyes started having a strange glint, her voice slowly became more and more menacing.


    ¡°Mom, he¡¯s a doctor¡±


    ¡°And I¡¯m the best lawyer the world has ever seen.¡±


    ¡°Former lawyer, you don¡¯t take cases any more.¡±


    ¡°Bah, whatever. I don¡¯t know where you lost your sense of humor. You know I won¡¯t do anything permanent.¡±


    ¡°Mom, you''re not helping with your case.¡±


    ¡°Oh, so this is a case now, ok. So I¡¯m the defendant in this debate.¡±


    My mother has a sinister aura radiating off her. I swear her hair is starting to rise.


    ¡°MOM! This is a hospital, not a court of law. Also you¡¯re retired, so stop that before you get kicked out for waking up the babies in the maternity ward.¡±


    Edward and Son¡¯s hospital, a high class institute built by Edward J. Edward for his son Dr. Edward G. Edward Jr. to perform affordable care to all classes. At least it did until the higher class people realized that the hospital was worth the investment.


    It is currently owned by Dr. Edward K. Edward the Fifth, who already has a capable successor to the family business, Dr. Edward von Edward the Sixth.


    The maternity ward is a floor down¡­ on the other side of the hospital.


    Upon hearing that she could wake up the babies she had a shocked face that said ¡®I didn¡¯t know!¡¯


    She then proceeded to fall on her knees and start pounding the ground with her fists.


    The thing about mother is she adores babies. I can¡¯t even believe the amount of photos my mother took of me when I was a baby, and she scrapbooked all of them. There are ten volumes of baby pictures in the library.


    ¡°Mother get off the floor, there are plenty of chairs.¡±


    ¡°I can¡¯t believe I almost woke up the adorable babies.¡±


    ¡°We can go see the babies later, after you properly say hi to dad.¡±


    ¡°WHAT YOUR DAD¡¯S IN THE HOSPITAL!?!¡±


    She pretended to be shocked, then started to laugh at her own joke.


    ¡°Mom, why did you come here anyways?¡±


    ¡°Well one of my firm¡¯s major clients, LOGIC, recently hired your father three days ago. Somehow it already leaked to LOGIC¡¯s competitors, and now they''re claiming that they were ¡®spied on¡¯ and want ¡®compensation¡¯. Of course these are all fake accusations because there is no way to have evidence of your dad¡¯s AOC being used.¡±


    ¡°But that still doesn¡¯t explain why you¡¯re here?¡±


    ¡°This morning, before I got the call from the hospital, I got a package with your name on it. Your father sent it.¡±


    ¡°Well that¡¯s not¡­¡±


    ¡°I wasn¡¯t done. It was sent over 82 years ago.¡±

 And Only through our Pain and Suffering...

    ¡°You know what psionic portals are right?¡±


    ¡°Found shortly after the existence of psionic energy by Dr. George J. Bombi-Saunui, famous for his research into the aftermaths of psionic battles has on nature. He accidentally found a portal about the size of his palm in the aftermath of two level 10 abilities being used against each other, where the final clash took place. Shortly after discovery through the portal collapsed upon itself¡±


    ¡°Since you know their discovery I¡¯ll assume you know what they do.¡±


    ¡°Dr. Bombi- Saunui knew that portals existed, he then tried to create one in the lab. The result being a failure.¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s what the doctor reported at least.¡±


    Joseph Lock was resting in a reclining chair in the overhang office. Sipping a cup of hot chocolate, as he said he never really took to coffee. His secretary, Barbara, was standing just behind the chair.


    I was watching the security footage. Although I already know how they took the object away, I didn¡¯t know who did it.


    Lock was obviously hiding something, as he knew that the potential of psionic portals had on the future of warfare. He obviously knew that the thieves had somehow created a device that could use a miniature psionic portal to steal the object. However, I could tell that they needed to be able to touch it, or else they might have just ignored using the acid on the case.


    ¡°When did they break in?¡±


    ¡°Around 2, 3 in the morning.¡±


    Barbara answered, not even hesitating on responding.


    ¡°Show 2:30 please. I want cameras 4, 28, and 109.¡±


    I said to the guard operating the playback system.


    ¡°Just a moment sir.¡±


    ¡°So Mr. Willus, any idea on who this could¡¯ve been?¡±


    ¡°They got through security with ease, slipped past the majority of the cameras, and had acid strong enough to melt reinforced plexiglass in minutes.¡±


    ¡°Why do you say minutes?¡±Stolen from its original source, this story is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.


    ¡°Because of the amount of papers thrown around. The culprits had extra time on their hands, might as well perform sabotage on the research.¡±


    ¡°Excellent point Mr. Willus, I¡¯ll leave you to your devices, if you need anything, just ask my secretary.¡± Lock said , standing up to leave.


    ¡°Here it is sir, cameras 4, 28, and 109 at 2:30 in the morning.¡±


    ¡°Thank you, now let us see who the culprits are.¡±


    The thieves were professionals, in and out in under 15 minutes, most of that time was waiting for the acid to do it¡¯s part. They were also familiar with the layout, camera positions, and guard postings.


    Unfortunately they made a small, unknowable mistake at the time, I was on the job. The actual mistake was one, probably the newest person on the team, called a teammate by their actual name.


    Normally this can¡¯t be seen on the cameras as you can¡¯t see the words they are forming with their mouths covered. However AOC fixes that.


    ¡°Well, I now know who the culprits are.¡±


    ¡°Already?!¡± Barbara sounded shocked at how fast I found out. How rude.


    That was weird, it''s almost as if that wasn''t my...


    One moment while I kill that portion of my memory¡­


    JUST DIE ALREADY!


    Problem solved, where was I?


    Oh yes. *overly dramatic cough*


    ¡°They are a new organisation, terrorist group that does small jobs globally. However if you look at their kill count, it would add up to about 3 thousand. Call themselves IFF, International Freedom Force.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m not familiar with the term.¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s more accurate to say they are a vigilante core than a terrorist unit, they mostly hit companies that are dealing with the black market. The 3 thousand body count? All people who had at least two bounties on their head.¡±


    ¡°But why target our company instead of our competitors, who by our informants information, have been doing behind the back deals with the black market.¡±


    ¡°You just answered your own question. Why not go for the company that has no connection to the black market? The reason is simple, to give the authorities a reason to shut you down.¡±


    ¡°I see, by getting targeted by IFF, people would assume that LOGIC has illegal connections, which would lead to liquidation of the company. Mr. Willus, you do have a way to prevent that, right?¡±


    ¡°Ms. Secretary¡­¡±


    ¡°Mrs. actually, I am married.¡±


    ¡°Oh you are, have kids?¡±


    ¡°Not yet, but I am planing on it.¡±


    ¡°My tip, don¡¯t burn your husband¡¯s comic collection when you find it. Just don¡¯t have put out for a month, that should cure the ¡®problem¡¯¡±


    ¡°My husband reads comics?¡±


    ¡°He asks for money every sunday right?¡±


    ¡°Yea¡±


    ¡°About 30 to 50 dollars at a time?¡±


    ¡°Yea¡±


    ¡°Often says he¡¯s going on a business trip, but takes twice as much money, and you get the company doesn¡¯t pay for the ticket?¡±


    ¡°You don¡¯t mean?¡±


    ¡°Can he read Japanese, Chinese, and English?¡±


    ¡°Oh my good Mr. Lock.¡±


    Barbara¡¯s hand covered her mouth in shock.


    ¡°Was that a swear?¡±


    ¡°Mr. Lock doesn¡¯t believe in a god so we have to use his name when we swear, company policy.¡±


    ¡°Just don¡¯t burn the books.¡±


    ¡°I won¡¯t.¡±


    ¡°Good.¡±


    saved another man¡¯s hobby from the clutches of his needy wife.


    ¡°I¡¯ll sell them with him watching.¡±


    I¡­ just subjected a fellow man to the worst torture possible. How horrifying.


    ¡°Now how will you solve the problem?¡±


    ¡°For that, we have to go to the Under City.¡±

 Can we grab the Opportunity...

    ¡°Ms. Herb, your 6 o¡¯clock?¡±


    ¡°Shoot, how¡¯d she find me?¡±


    ¡°Mam, you do realize it is my job to know where you are. Also there is another guest outside.¡±


    ¡°You mean for the Bumbling- Butthead?¡±


    ¡°Yes, for your ex-husband¡±


    My mother¡¯s ¡®caretaker/secretary¡¯ Samantha Adams is currently attempting to drag my mother to her 6 o¡¯clock appointment, most likely the doctor. Samantha is a calm woman, with drooping blue eyes and straight hair that reaches her shoulders. Samantha started working for my mom 5 years ago as an intern for her firm. My mother liked her so much she hired her before she left college. Though I think the real reason is because of two things. One, her nickname is Sam, like my dad¡¯s, and two she is grooming Sam to be her successor.


    ¡°Hey Sammy. Thanks for taking care of my mom, sorry she¡¯s such a bother.¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s really no problem at all Sally, though I still wish you stayed working at the firm.¡±


    ¡°I don¡¯t fit in there, but I¡¯ll make a visit in the future. Maybe we could get coffee or something like lunch.¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s a date then.¡±


    ¡°Wait I didn¡¯t say¡­¡±


    ¡°Bye Sally, see you on the date.¡±


    ¡°Bye honey, make sure to tell me what¡¯s in the package later.¡±


    After promising a luncheon with a confirmed lesbian, a decision i think i will regret later, the two of them whisked out the door. One dragging the other away, the other waving goodbye.A case of theft: this story is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation.


    ¡°Now then, what¡¯s in that package.¡±


    ¡°Um, excuse me, is this Samuel WIllus¡¯ room?¡±


    ¡°Yes it is, I am his daughter, Sally Willus. May I ask who you are?¡±


    ¡°Oh, right. How rude of me. My name is Hannah. Hannah Evergreen.¡±


    ¡°Like the tree?¡±


    ¡°YES, EXACTLY. FINALLY SOMEONE WHO GETS IT. GOD WHY DOES EVERYONE THINK I MADE EVERGREEN UP.¡±


    Hannah had pink hair with twin pony tails, and an attitude of a spoiled princess who is worried about her knight. She was also carrying a Black Roast, with a slightly overdone bagel on the side, most likely for my dad.


    ¡°So how do you know my dad?¡±


    ¡°You mean the Lazybones? We work in the same office building, our offices are across the hall.¡±


    ¡°Wait my dad works in an office building?¡±


    ¡°Yea, he had the oldest door available be put in for his office door. I think he runs a private eye business, but I personally think he doesn¡¯t do anything.¡±


    ¡°And what do you do for a living?¡±


    ¡°I create video games.¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s it?¡±


    ¡°Well, I also do tutoring occasionally.¡±


    ¡°Sounds like fun.¡±


    ¡°oh , it is. Maybe you can¡­¡±


    ¡°No, sorry, already have one person asking me to lunch.¡±


    ¡°Then can I come along too, I have nothing important really to do.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯ll think about it.¡±


    ¡°Yay¡±


    Hannah did a victory pose towards the hallway...I just had to invite her didn¡¯t I.


    ¡°Why are you here?¡±


    ¡°Oh, I brought the Lazybones his regular, a Black Roast with a slightly overdone bagel on the side. I have to get back before the editor comes in, she¡¯ll yell at me if I don¡¯t have the work done¡­ or do I yell at her? Anyway, great meeting ya, see ya at lunch.¡±


    And with that said, Hannah zipped out of the hospital room, nearly colliding with the nurse outside.


    ¡°Watch where you are going please, and no running in the hospital.¡±


    ¡°Sorry.¡±


    I grab the Black Roast and take a sip, who said a girl can¡¯t have strong coffee?


    ¡°OH, I almost forgot the slip of paper!¡±


    Taking the paper off of the table, I held it in my hands reading my dad¡¯s handwriting once more.


    Findings on the LOCK Corp case. What is contained inside is confidential and should be given to Joseph Lock as soon as possible.


    ¡°Ah, shoot, I should¡¯ve given this to Sammy or mother. Ah well, no big deal for now.¡±


    I take my dad¡¯s stuff, which was still on the table, and put it back into his wallet in an organized fashion, excluding the paper of course.


    ¡°What is in this tiny slip of paper that could be so important?¡±


    I unfold the paper to see the message, only to find binary code, as well as another message written on the bottom right of the sheet.


    ¡°I believe that the message contained within that note is for me, Ms. Willus¡±


    A man stood in the doorway, with a exhausted and frustrated expression on his face. His hair looking like a rat¡¯s nest, and his suit looking worn out.


    ¡°After all, it was addressed to me.¡±

 Though we may Face Annoyances...

    ¡°Sir. I¡¯m gonna have to see your passport, paper pass, and bribe payment before you walk any farther. I don¡¯t make the rule, just enforce them.¡±


    ¡°I always hated the Undercity rules.¡±


    ¡°Sir?¡±


    ¡°Nothing, here you go. I¡¯m not here to start another fight.¡±


    ¡°Ok sir, you''re clear to go on your way¡±


    Undercity, the most vile and wretched place in the world. Where criminals run rampant and the sea pressure is immense. It is also probably the cleanest city in the world though, due to the fact of accidentally offending someone. It is possible to see the remains of the old floating city near the center.


    When old Atlantis sunk, the shield was still activated, thus preventing water from entering the city. The only things that were successfully sabotaged were the floatation devices. However the shield generator was damaged, and evacuation of the sinking city proceeded, evacuating 80 % of the population. The other 20 % were left because of their records, but were evacuated through other means. Those other means are now the only way to get into Undercity, as there is no government support down here.


    There are a couple ways to get to Undercity. The first is through a special elevator connecting New Atlantis and Undercity, using Undercity as an anchor. The second and most popular way is through psionic transports. The final way is to use a submarine, I am currently using the first method. Although security isn¡¯t the tightest going down, back up is another matter entirely.


    Thankfully, I was planing on a different method of exit.


    As always the long wait for the elevator to go down was annoying to say the least, however it¡¯s mostly about the amount of time than anything else. I would say that at least the view is good, but then I¡¯d be lying, because if you¡¯ve ever tried looking through solid metal you¡¯ll know what I mean.


    The elevator was the size of a medium room, just enough to hold at least 25 people in it at once, and still have elbow room. Of course I was the only one on it at the moment.


    This story has been unlawfully obtained without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon.


    I took out my phone and saw no bars. As brilliant as the underground societies claim to be, they still can¡¯t come up with good Satellite connections under water.


    Putting my phone away, I took out my wallet, organised with a precise and complex system. I can fit hundreds of coupons in my wallet, and it never gets any fatter. Staring at me through the picture is my family, and my little girl. Memories of better days.


    ¡°WELCOME TO THE UNDERCITY, PLEASE GO AWAY.¡±


    ¡°Annoying as ever, KAI.¡±


    A hologram was projected out of the security camera inside of the elevator. It showed a Cthulhu-esque creature that was wearing a business suit tie and a tiny royal crown.


    KAI is the AI unit for the Undercity defences and containment.


    The only reason that the city runs as well as it does is because of this unit. Unfortunately the creators wanted to name it kai, which translates to king, so they had to come up with a good anagram for it¡¯s name. They came up with Kool Artificial Intelligence¡­ It was a highschool experiment¡­ my highschool experiment¡­ though I did have a lab partner, his name was Jose Jackson.


    Loved baseball, science and mexican names, though he got the last one from is mother. Adept in arts, theory, electronics, online games, and modeling, Jose went from that experiment to big shot.


    I never really talk to him much, but he has hired me a few times, also explained why our ¡°failed¡± science experiment was now the king of Undercity.


    So Jose was asked to make an AI that could run defence systems for a city, he didn¡¯t really ask questions then. He attempted, but failed miserably.


    Eventually, he remembered that he already made an AI for ¡®fun¡¯ and just retrofitted it. Unfortunately for the person who commissioned it, KAI was accidentaly way smarter, sentient smart. KAI said, ¡°FUCK YOU¡±, and took over the city.


    Little do people know that the defence AI is actually the ruler of the Undercity.


    Why not rid the world of crime? Because that would mean that they are all spread out in the world, and not in just one area.


    ¡°STOP DOING YOUR MENTAL REPORTS¡±


    ¡°KAI, remember what I always said.¡±


    ¡°Use my underwater voice.¡±


    ¡°And what aren¡¯t you doing?¡±


    ¡°Using my underwater voice.¡±


    All of that is mostly guessing, the real reason is that KAI has the mental maturity of a 5 year old at times. A person could call KAI the most powerful 5 year old on the planet, but I know better than to call him that. He barely even reaches top 10.


    ¡°So, what do you need before you arrive at the station?¡±


    ¡°A map¡­¡±


    ¡°On your phone.¡±


    ¡°And informat¡­¡±


    ¡°On your phone again¡±


    ¡°Two trillion¡­¡±


    ¡°On your phone already...wait, why did my bank account go down two trillion?¡±


    ¡°KAI?¡±


    ¡°Yes?¡±


    ¡°Stop interrupting, also where¡¯s a restaurant, I¡¯m famished.¡±


    ¡°Wow you are so old.¡±


    ¡°What was that?¡±


    ¡°Watch out for the otters down there Igottogo BYYYYYYYEEE.¡±


    And KAI¡¯s hologram turned off and left to go wallow in his CPU.


    I check my phone again.


    ¡°Shit, I forgot to ask him the WiFi password.¡±

 We can Stride through with Family...

    ¡°Why do you assume that it was written for you.¡±


    ¡°I seriously am not in the mood for Hamilton right now.¡±


    ¡°GASP, He knows.¡±


    ¡°Just give me the paper, you probably can¡¯t even read binary.¡±


    ¡°So, I¡¯m assuming that you are Joseph Lock?¡±


    ¡°The very person, though I understand that I currently don¡¯t look like the part¡±


    Joseph Lock, a renowned businessman, currently looked like he just survived the worst hurricane of all time. His hair was a sloppy mess, his suit looked like it went through a dust storm, a fresh scar ran above his right eye to the side of his right eye, and his shoes were a light grey which could have been black at one point.


    ¡°Rough trip over?¡±


    Lock did a small pity laugh at himself


    ¡°Rough doesn''t even scratch the surface of the expiriance.¡±


    ¡°I told you Joseph, you should¡¯ve cleaned up before. But no, you''re the one who insisted on this trip.¡±


    An extremely annoyed secretary walked into the room. The first thing I noticed was her furious


    heterochromatic eyes.


    ¡°Barbara, I told you. If they know that he hid the message in his wallet, they would miss it. but you can be sure that they will come again.¡±


    ¡°Come again?¡±


    Joseph looked at me, Thought for awhile, then sighed.


    ¡°You know your father loved you, right?¡±


    ¡°I always knew.¡±Stolen content warning: this tale belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences elsewhere.


    ¡°You don¡¯t realise how much though.¡±


    Barbara chipped in. Her attire was a little better off, though her hair was down past her shoulders; it was kept out of her face by a cute silver hair pin.


    ¡°And you people do? I haven¡¯t met my father in years. The first time I saw him was three days ago at the Memorial; and that was on TV!¡±


    ¡°Wait, what date is it?¡±


    ¡°Sir, if you actually listened, they explained it quite clearly.¡±


    "But they kept droning on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on, and then they asked our names. AND THEN THEY STARTED DRONING ON AGAIN!"


    ¡°OK, thank you for stoping by, but it''s best if you come back later, when you are cleaned up. So take your stupid paper, go F your self, and get out.¡±


    Both of them looked over at me. Lock gestured with his head to Barbara.


    ¡°I¡¯ll take it.¡±


    ¡°Good. I never wanted it anyways.¡±


    ¡°Barbara, we¡¯re leaving. Ms. Willus.¡± Lock nodded at me.


    ¡°Goodbye Ms. Willus, I hope you excuse us for our current apperance.¡±


    ¡°Just leave.¡±


    Barbara hesitated, as if wanting to say something.


    ¡°Let¡¯s go.¡±


    Lock said again, standing in the doorway.


    Barbara turned and walked out the door.


    ¡°I do hope your father wakes up soon.¡±


    And Lock closed the door, bringing the room back to silence.


    ¡°Dad, what did you do to end up like this?¡±


    I pick up the package that my father had sent. It¡¯s weight was slightly less than I expected, just barely over 5 kg. It was wrapped with brown cardboard, with over 108 postage stamps, the oldest being in Chile.


    ¡°Well time to see what¡¯s inside this thing.¡±


    I take the hidden blade out of the sole in my shoe and cut the package open. I put the blade back before I open the package.


    The package held a Black Box with a old note on top of it. My father¡¯s handwriting was on the note


    For Sally, Beloved Daughter and Hope


    Tears started falling on the letter as I hold it with trembling hands.


    I open it, seeing his rugged handwriting


    Sally, I know that by the time you get this, I will be Asleep. Please take care of the Box, It holds the answers to what you seek. I miss you so much honey, I really do. If I had the choice, I would have never divorced your mother. Sadly, it was not to be. If I did my calculations right, I have missed 12 years or more of your life. I regret leaving for those twelve years, never answering. But it was all for a reason and I know that you want answers. Ask Hannah about her home town, She¡¯ll explain the rest to you. I have to go soon, and even if you succeed I might not wake up. Honey, just remember I am always with you.


    Your loving father,


    Staff Sergeant Samuel Morrison Willus

 To Uncover what is Hidden...

    ¡°So me matey, what can I do for you?¡±


    ¡°I need to know where the Warpers gang is, they stole something from my client.¡±


    ¡°You realise that the Warpars ar just a secondary parrty, they steal for hiarr.¡±


    ¡°I know that, I just need to find out who they stole for.¡±


    George took a throwing dart from under the bar.


    ¡°Stand aside, throwing.¡±


    A patron looked over as George hurled it at the city map on the wall, which was behind the patron¡¯s head. Luckily the patron ducked


    ¡°THE HELL GEORGE!¡±


    ¡°Ye get free grogg, Happy?¡±


    ¡°NO, YOU JUST THREW A DART AT ME! I WON¡¯T JUST FORGET THAT IT HAPPENED!¡±


    ¡°Ah, whatevar ye wankar. Any how Sam, the dart landed on their headquarters.¡±


    ¡°And if it didn¡¯t?¡±


    ¡°Then you throw the bloody darrt.¡±


    ¡°HEY GEORGE, DON¡¯T IGNORE ME!¡±


    ¡°Just take ye grogg matey.¡±


    George threw a bottle at the complaining patron, and hit him on the head with it.


    ¡°See you later George.¡±Unauthorized duplication: this narrative has been taken without consent. Report sightings.


    ¡°Ay, matey, ye didn¡¯t pay for the grogg.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯ll pay you later.¡±


    ¡°Ye bettar, or I¡¯ll bill your wife.¡±


    ¡°You know she would make your life hell right?¡±


    ¡°Aw, come now. She can¡¯t be..¡±


    ¡°Look up St. Alexander¡¯s case, she was defence. Also you said it was on the house¡±


    ¡°I think I¡¯ve heard of that one. It was about the accusation of a suspected murderar. Turned out that the accusar was the actual murderar. AND I said that the grogg was on the house, not the information.¡±


    ¡°Ok, see you around George.¡±


    I tossed him an antique coin


    ¡°Ya know they don¡¯t accept these at the bank anymore right?¡±


    ¡°I figured you¡¯d figure out how to get rid of it.¡±


    I left George¡¯s restaurant, the Sunken Ship, and went to find the Warpers.


    The Sunken Ship bar and grill, the best place seafood, burgers, soup, poisoning VIPs, and information in the Undercity. George opened it after he retired, deciding to use the cooking experiences he had to use. Of course, he only has one living employee because of his ability.However,no matter how shady he is, the information is top notch.


    While KAI is the brain of the city, George runs the information,which is probably why his restaurant is a neutral zone in the city.


    Undercity is split into zones, each zone is the territory of a gang or family. The center of the city is the Command Center, which houses KAI¡¯s cpu and the Force field generator.


    The ring around the CC is split into three zones, one is higher class housing/residential, another is City Business, and the third is State Agriculture. The next twenty rings are filled with miscellaneous things, with every third zone in every ring being dedicated to agriculture. The farther away from the CC, the more zones, ring one has 3, ring two has 6, ring three has 9, etc.


    The dart landed on the 15th ring, in the 23 zone, not the farthest from the CC, but close enough to know if there are troops on the way.


    I open my file of the Warpers on my way to the Ring Transport; which is the transport to get from one ring to the next.


    The Warpers are an elite group of thieves who have access to short warp drives. They use these drives to go through walls, security, long falls, and other things. The other thing they can use with these drives is very very short ranged psionic portals to warp away cargo. Their operatives are fast, nimble, and usually low mortality. Though the warp drives take a stupid amount of psionic energy to activate, and an even dumber amount the heavier the object is. The selection process to become a Warper is actually easy for higher leveled people, just steal a warp drive, and activate it to go ¡®home¡¯. Succeed, you get in. fail, well expect to never see the light of anything ever again¡­ cause you are dead.


    Why do I know this seemingly useless information? Because it¡¯s my job¡­ and I have file about them.


    As I was about to purchase my ticket to go to the 15th ring, my phone buzzed with the most annoying ringtone ever¡­


    (no I won¡¯t put it in, to save time, and because you know the one.)


    I always have set ringtones for each caller. Family, upbeat. Business, straight up old phone. Friends, soothing. Current clients, Jazz. KAI, Annoying song that makes you want to tear your ears off.


    Normally KAI can¡¯t call me because of the amount of water between us. This is not the case in Undercity, where he is the internet connection.


    ¡°What is it KAI?¡±


    ¡°You said that you were looking for the thieves?¡±


    ¡°I did, I confirmed that it was the Warpers and where they are, why?¡±


    ¡°Because half of the stolen things just showed up on the market.¡±

 ITS AN INTURLUDE

    >Login


    >>Password


    >For_Her


    >>Password Confirmed, Welcome Back


    >Open Files


    >>(10) Files available


    >File_List


    >>Files_List>(Open)


    >>>File_1>Warp_Tech


    >>>File_2>Creatures_from_Beyond


    >>>File_3>Psionic_Abilities


    >>>File_4>Family_Psionics


    >>>File_5>Samuel_Willus


    >>>File_6>Oceanic_Impact


    >>>FIle_7>Data_Not_Found


    >>>File_8>Data_Not_Found


    >>>File_9>Data_Not_Found


    >>>File_10>Emergency_Protocols>>Alpha-Charlie,Delta, Alpha,Omega,Charlie,Bravo,4


    >Open File_5


    >>Opening File


    >>>File_5>Samuel Willus


    >>>>Born in the back of his parent¡¯s truck, Samuel Willus arrived exactly on time. At age 2, Samuel started showing signs of psionic power, however at the time it was pure speculation. At age 5, Samuel had his first incident. For about two days, Samuel evaded authorities and K9 units. He was only caught when three experienced psionic users, Read Files_7 through 9 for more information, stepped in to help. Samuel was being trained when his dad died in a car accident, and his mother died of a terrorist attack on a plane. Met his future wife in grade school, married early and studied law together with her. Was conscripted into the army for his psionic ability and put on STF, Read File_1. HIs team was lost when a psionic rift opened in their operating area. A week later they were found, Read File_2 for details. After the incident, Samuel went back to his family, and opened a private investigation firm. Extremely successful in the opening years, after his divorce though the quality dropped noticeably. Has gone into hiding due to assignment. Last known public appearance: New World day.If you discover this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation.


    >>>>Continue?


    >>>>>No. Close File_5


    >Files_List>(Open)


    >>File_1>Warp_Tech


    >>File_2>Creatures_from_Beyond


    >>File_3>Psionic_Abilities


    >>File_4>Family_Psionics


    >>File_5>Samuel_Willus (Opened)


    >>File_6>Oceanic_Impact


    >>FIle_7>Data_Not_Found


    >>File_8>Data_Not_Found


    >>File_9>Data_Not_Found


    >>File_10>Emergency_Protocols>>Alpha-Charlie,Delta, Alpha,Omega,Charlie,Bravo,4.2-9


    >Open File_4


    >>Opening File


    >>>File_4>Family Psionics


    >>>>Shortly after the discovery of Psionic abilities, family bloodlines with unique and powerful abilities appeared. The higher status the family had or once had corresponds to the power of the ability. However Family Psionics are even more unique. While bloodline Psionic abilities are powerful, they can not be passed down or transferred if the inheritor doesn¡¯t have the correct bloodline/DNA. Family Psionics on the other hand can be transferred like bloodline abilities, or it can be given to the ¡°spouse¡± of the user. It is easier to think of Family Psionics as a support ability. Normally abilities do not synchronize, bloodlines can work in tandem, but Family Psionics triumphs over all. It enhances and triples the regular power of the ability.


    >>>>>Sub File_1>Bloodline Psionics


    >>>>>Sub File_2>Notable Bloodlines


    >>>>>Sub File_3>Transference of Abilities


    >Open Sub File_3


    >>Opening Sub File


    >>>Sub File_3>Transference of Abilities


    >>>>Due to unique abilities being rare and hard to come by, Users of unique abilities search for a Candidate or Inheritor to take on the ability. Qualifications for each ability is different and strict, However the most likely candidate is either a child, sibling, or spouse. Again the process during the transference is unique to the ability, however the common symptom for the transferer is major pain, loss of power or soul, and deep coma.


    >>>>>Close Sub File_3 and File_4


    >Files_List>(Open)


    >>File_1>Warp_Tech


    >>File_2>Creatures_from_Beyond


    >>File_3>Psionic_Abilities


    >>File_4>Family_Psionics (Opened)


    >>File_5>Samuel_Willus (Opened)


    >>File_6>Oceanic_Impact


    >>FIle_7>Data_Not_Found


    >>File_8>Data_Not_Found


    >>File_9>Data_Not_Found


    >>File_10>Emergency_Protocols>>Alpha-Charlie,Delta, Alpha,Omega,Charlie,Bravo,4.2-9


    >Log Out.


    >>Good Bye, I hope you found what you are looking for