it
seemed like as good of a place as any to begin his search for information.
Alan strode over to the desk, and spoke to the only
other person in the room. “Excuse me, would you mind helping me with
something?”
The woman looked up from the pad of paper she’d been
writing on. “Yes, of course. What can I help you with?”
“I need some information on a person. Would it be
possible to search on these computers?” Alan asked the woman.
“Of course.” She said, somewhat delightfully. She
rose from her desk and walked over to the computers, with Alan following her.
Sitting down at the computer, she spoke again. “Who
is it you are looking for?”
“A man by the name of Malcolm Graves.” He said.
The woman paused, as if the name was familiar to
her, and then continued searching the database for him. “There isn’t much, I’m
afraid. This database is compiled from the knowledge of all the residents of
Refuge. We add to it daily, but there are wide gaps in our knowledge. All we
have on Malcolm Graves is a few eyewitness reports of people who had met the
man. You may be able to talk to
one of the people who met him and see if they know anything.”
Alan scowled, disappointed from the lack of
information. “Where can I find these people?”
“Hmmm.” She studied the screen of the terminal. “One
of them is on floor 8. The name is Luke Jones. The other is on floor 13. Their
name is Helena West.” The woman wrote down the names and locations of each
person, and handed it to Alan.
“Thank you for your time.” Alan said, pocketing the
paper as he headed to the elevator.
Alan stepped through the old elevator door and
decided to try floor 8 first, as it was closer. Truth be told, he hated that
elevator. He was always convinced that it was going to break every time it
moved. He pressed the button marked ‘8’ and waited as calmly as he could for
the elevator to finish it’s trip.
Alan stepped off the elevator on the 8 th floor. This floor seemed to consist of residential areas. He studied the piece
of paper he’d pulled from his pocket and searched for the room of Luke Jones,
one of the people who had met Malcolm Graves. Alan hoped that Luke could tell
him something more about Malcolm.
Finding the door, he silently went over what he was
going to say to Luke. He knocked on the door and heard a person moving on the
other side of the door. Alan had hope that the answers he sought were just on
the other side of this door.
The door cracked open slightly, clearly restricted
with a chain lock. A face appeared in the crack between the door and the frame.
The Caucasian male on the other side of the door then spoke. “What do you
want?” His tone seemed slightly irritated.
“My name is Alan. I wanted to ask you about Malcolm
Graves.” Alan answered.
Luke’s eyes widened at that sound of that name.
Without a word, the door shut and the chain on the other side was undone. Then
the door swung open fully and there Luke Jones stood, ushering Alan inside.
Closing the door, Luke spoke to Alan.
“Why do you ask about that man?” Luke queried.
“I’ve had several run-ins with him. I want to know
more about him. He may yet be dead, but I have no way to verify it.” Alan
replied.
“Dead, you say?”
“Yes.” Alan said. “I last ran into him in one of the
abandoned libraries in the city. I managed to hit him with a small crossbow
bolt, but I have no way of knowing if he died. All that is beside the point. I
want answers as to who he is and how he controls the Dead Ones.”
“I know what you mean about that last part. When I
ran into him, he exhibited that same control. I don’t know how he does it.”
Luke said.
“Is there anything else you can tell me about him?”
Alan asked desperately.
“Nothing definite.” Luke answered. “I noticed that
he seems foreign, like maybe he wasn’t born in the country.”
Alan pondered that thought silently. He thought back
to when Malcolm spoke to him. The
seemed like as good of a place as any to begin his search for information.
Alan strode over to the desk, and spoke to the only
other person in the room. “Excuse me, would you mind helping me with
something?”
The woman looked up from the pad of paper she’d been
writing on. “Yes, of course. What can I help you with?”
“I need some information on a person. Would it be
possible to search on these computers?” Alan asked the woman.
“Of course.” She said, somewhat delightfully. She
rose from her desk and walked over to the computers, with Alan following her.
Sitting down at the computer, she spoke again. “Who
is it you are looking for?”
“A man by the name of Malcolm Graves.” He said.
The woman paused, as if the name was familiar to
her, and then continued searching the database for him. “There isn’t much, I’m
afraid. This database is compiled from the knowledge of all the residents of
Refuge. We add to it daily, but there are wide gaps in our knowledge. All we
have on Malcolm Graves is a few eyewitness reports of people who had met the
man. You may be able to talk to
one of the people who met him and see if they know anything.”
Alan scowled, disappointed from the lack of
information. “Where can I find these people?”
“Hmmm.” She studied the screen of the terminal. “One
of them is on floor 8. The name is Luke Jones. The other is on floor 13. Their
name is Helena West.” The woman wrote down the names and locations of each
person, and handed it to Alan.
“Thank you for your time.” Alan said, pocketing the
paper as he headed to the elevator.
Alan stepped through the old elevator door and
decided to try floor 8 first, as it was closer. Truth be told, he hated that
elevator. He was always convinced that it was going to break every time it
moved. He pressed the button marked ‘8’ and waited as calmly as he could for
the elevator to finish it’s trip.
Alan stepped off the elevator on the 8 th floor. This floor seemed to consist of residential areas. He studied the piece
of paper he’d pulled from his pocket and searched for the room of Luke Jones,
one of the people who had met Malcolm Graves. Alan hoped that Luke could tell
him something more about Malcolm.
Finding the door, he silently went over what he was
going to say to Luke. He knocked on the door and heard a person moving on the
other side of the door. Alan had hope that the answers he sought were just on
the other side of this door.
The door cracked open slightly, clearly restricted
with a chain lock. A face appeared in the crack between the door and the frame.
The Caucasian male on the other side of the door then spoke. “What do you
want?” His tone seemed slightly irritated.
“My name is Alan. I wanted to ask you about Malcolm
Graves.” Alan answered.
Luke’s eyes widened at that sound of that name.
Without a word, the door shut and the chain on the other side was undone. Then
the door swung open fully and there Luke Jones stood, ushering Alan inside.
Closing the door, Luke spoke to Alan.
“Why do you ask about that man?” Luke queried.
“I’ve had several run-ins with him. I want to know
more about him. He may yet be dead, but I have no way to verify it.” Alan
replied.
“Dead, you say?”
“Yes.” Alan said. “I last ran into him in one of the
abandoned libraries in the city. I managed to hit him with a small crossbow
bolt, but I have no way of knowing if he died. All that is beside the point. I
want answers as to who he is and how he controls the Dead Ones.”
“I know what you mean about that last part. When I
ran into him, he exhibited that same control. I don’t know how he does it.”
Luke said.
“Is there anything else you can tell me about him?”
Alan asked desperately.
“Nothing definite.” Luke answered. “I noticed that
he seems foreign, like maybe he wasn’t born in the country.”
Alan pondered that thought silently. He thought back
to when Malcolm spoke to him. The
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