John Action didn't particularly like days off...technically, he never had them. Even though his presence wasn't required at the precinct house and he was technically off duty, he always had to channel his energies into something practical. This morning, after breakfast, it was calisthenics.
"Hey, Action, how's it going? Giving that punch bag hell?"
Action stopped his workout and turned to see who it was who was talking to him. It turned out to be Spenser Lam: An old contact from his days pounding the San Myshuno beat. Spenser saw all, heard all, and knew what was happening on the street. He used to own a convenience store, until it got robbed, hit and firebombed too many times. Now he lives on his retirement fund, but he was still the man to seek out if you needed information or a favour.
"Hey, Spenser! How's the old neighbourhood?" asked Action.
"A lot quieter when you sent that mob packing" replied Spenser. "Still, you're not missing much these days...it's become an artist's haven and that just gives them the excuse to paint their horrible, brightly coloured scribbles all over the walls, the sidewalk, anything really. So how's life in the 'burbs? Suiting you well?"
"Well enough...at least I don't have to worry about my neighbours here..." said Action, looking around at all the houses and it was true: He was fortunate enough to be living around decent folk, some groovy, some square but all of them honest and good company. But one of them, one who was a good buddy, had lost his way a bit: Jeremy Saint. Action suspected he'd been brainwashed by his new employers, the Landgraabs, into hating him and another neighbour, Suzy Humphries. But based on new information Jeremy's girlfriend, Barbara, had given him he was hatching a plan. Maybe Spenser could help?
"Say, Spenser, do you still have contacts on the street? I need a few items; nothing that would get you into trouble."
"What do you need, Action?"
"Workmen's overalls, one with the name of an electrical company or something that like...you know, the kind electricians wear when they're fixing something for a client. I'll need a suitable hat to go with it, like a cap, and a fake I.D. badge."
"Fake I.D., Action? I thought you said this was not going to get me into trouble!"
"No, it's not like a driver's licence or passport. I mean a badge giving a false name, fake company, you know like a costume piece. I want a complete outfit that would make me look like an electrician going to a place to fix some wiring."
"I won't ask why you need it, but I'll look into it" replied Spenser. Action was going to elaborate on his plan a little more but he noticed Nancy Landgraab jogging past so he put his finger to his lips to hush Spenser.
"Appreciate it, Spenser. Let me know how you get on and...this is between us, OK?"
"You got a deal, Action"
Spenser not only delivered on the goods, he did so by that same evening. Action thought through his plan once more in his mind. Get in, have a nose around, get the evidence and...importantly...get out again.
THE NEXT DAY
Today was another day off for Action, but he had made such plans it was virtually a work day anyway. A lot of what he'd be doing would rely on his police training. He headed over to the central business district in order to go to one building in particular: The headquarters of The Landgraab Corporation.
Action was carrying a dark brown carpet bag. Inside were some of the things he would be needing for this adventure. The rest had been concealed by Spenser in a warehouse adjacent to the Landgraab building.
First, he snuck behind a large pile of crates, well out of view from the street outside and changed into workman's overalls.
Next he searched the top of a crate, as Spenser had instructed him, and found a toolbox and the fake I.D. Now, equipped, he was ready for the next part.
Getting into the Landgraab Corporation building entrance was easy. No one suspects just another tradesman, but what to look for when inside? Barbara mentioned an underground level that Jeremy could only barely remember, but where could that place be? He tried a few doors and found one heavy one locked. The one opposite it in the corridor was at least open. He began his investigation there.
This place wasn't well kept with a lot of plain, cardboard boxes just lying around. There was also no one else here, a typewriter with no paper inserted in the roller and shelving with all kinds of random stuff there. He looked in a random box. Just newspaper cuttings, scrap pieces of paper and pages of scribble that didn't make much sense. It was the same thing in other boxes. He looked in a filing cabinet and it was the same. Folders with vague titles that read "accounts knowable", "ideas ongoing" and "insubstantials" were filled with the same, random junk.
"This place is just a cover!" muttered Action under his breath. "The real business is conducted elsewhere!"
He was no closer to finding out what was going on here than before, so he left the room and went searching for someone who could give at least a hint as to where he could find this underground room. Acting the part of the hopelessly lost and frustrated workman he collared a woman who was coming down the stairs and heading for the room he'd just left. He figured she might just work here.
"Hey, lady, I'm trying to find the buildings manager for this joint" he said, trying to sound unsophisticated.
"Mr Stevens? He's off sick today. Can I be of assistance?" she replied.
"Just my luck!" Action replied, in character. "Yeah, I'm from Acme Electronics..." he said, waving the fake ID card past her so quickly she didn't have time to look at it properly. "...My boss got a call from your Mr Stevens about an electrical problem in your basement level. I've been sent to fix it."
"Basement level? We don't have a basement level" she replied.
"I got told the problem was in the basement level...Miss?"
"Loh...Anahi Loh"
"You have a lovely name, Anahi, and I'm sure you can sort out this little problem I have here. You see I can't go back to my boss and say 'there's no basement at the Landgraab Building so you must have got that wrong' because he hates being wrong and tends to get a little crazy if you suggest he is. So is there anywhere...anywhere... in this building where Mr Stevens might have meant 'basement'?"
"Well...erm..." she began to say.
"If I don't sort this problem out then the wiring might degrade even more and that'll cause more headaches, troubles and cost your bosses more money down the line. I just need to fix it, get back to my boss and then everyone's happy."
Miss Loh looked around, her gaze settling on the big, heavy locked door on the other side of the corridor. "Well, there's that room over there...I'm not sure what's in it; I've heard it contains the boiler, junction boxes and telephone cables. But it's always kept locked."
"That'll be it then" said Action. "Oh, you wouldn't happen to have a key to that room, would you?"
"I'm Mr Stevens' assistant; I can get one for you. Wait here."
"I'll come with you...that way you don't have to trouble yourself coming all the way back down here" he said with a smile. Just in case you get any smart ideas about checking up on whether I'm meant to be here or not with your bosses.
She duly went and got the key and Action made sure he paid attention to his surroundings, again trying to find something suspicious. No basement they say, yet Jeremy said there was...interesting.
Once he had the key in his possession he went to the big locked door. There was a closed circuit TV camera on the wall next to him. He pulled the cap down firmly to obscure his features from it.
Once through the door he could see what the room contained. Huge machinery, pipes, ducts, control panels and boilers. Some looked like the kind of machinery you'd expect in the maintenance room of a large office building but there were others that looked advanced in technology or would look more at home at Cape Canaveral.
On the far wall was an elevator. Action walked over to inspect it and discovered it only had one button on it...marked 'down". So there's no basement level, eh? Naturally, he pushed the button. The elevator doors opened and he carefully stepped in.
The doors shut and the elevator went down. Action was wondering what lay at the bottom, what was down there that even the everyday staff of Landgraab's didn't know? The doors slid open and he soon found out.
It was a large, dark room and mostly featureless. The lighting was along the walls in little recessed sconces. On the opposite wall to the elevator was a large projector screen flanked by two big stereo speakers. In the centre was a square, raised dais which contained a futuristic looking white chair in the shape of a hollowed out egg.
"What the hell...?" muttered Action as he stepped out of the elevator and into the room. He took a look around, trying to work out what this room was for. Geoffrey or Nancy's private movie viewing room, perhaps? He thought. Why only the one chair though?
Action walked over to the chair and sat in it. Its shape engulfed him but other than its unusual shape there wasn't anything suspicious about it. It faced the projector screen front and square on and if he had to guess, he surmised that the chair was so shaped so that the viewer couldn't be distracted by anything other than what was shown on that screen.
There were no buttons, no control panels or anything that would make the projector work from here, so Action figured that must be controlled from another room....but where? He didn't want to linger here much longer in case he was discovered so he made his way back up to the ground floor.
He had discovered something suspicious but what the significance of that room was still a mystery. He decided to continue his investigation and do some more digging. He figured that the secret room must have a control centre that fed whatever sounds and images to the projector screen. So he was looking for a room that had some kind of video feed that was connected to the projector. Well, he was disguised as an electronic repairman...
Heading upstairs to where the corporate offices were he stopped another company type, who seemed that bit more senior by the way she walked around and bossed some of the other staff around.
"Excuse me, ma'am" said Action to her.
"Yes, what is it?" came a stern reply from the woman.
"I'm from the Acme Electrical Repairs Company...Mr Steven's called me yesterday to fix an electrical problem you have here."
"Mr Stevens is off sick today"
"So I gather...shame, if he were here I wouldn't have to trouble you now. I traced the electrical fault..."
"Really? Well done but it's not my department..."
"Like I said, I don't want to trouble you but is there anyone who's responsible for the security cameras because that's where the fault is?"
"Security video footage is handled from computer room" she replied. "And access to there is restricted"
"Dang! You see, the fault is in the camera cables but not downstairs...it's more likely to be a fault at the point of origin. You couldn't quickly arrange it so I can have a quick inspection of the computer room to see if the fault's there?" said Action, tilting his head and looking the woman in the eyes in order to put her on the spot for a quick response.
"The machinery in there is highly sophisticated and delicate. It's beyond a mere electrician's area of expertise"
"I'm sure it is, but I won't be touching any computer tapes or punch cards...I just want to look at the wiring" he never blinked once whilst talking to her.
She didn't say anything at first as she thought about the problem. Biting her lip she eventually nodded assent.
"Thank you, Miss. Can you show me the room?" he asked.
The woman reluctantly let him into the room in question. Before him Action saw a computer console very much like the one they had down at the 13th Precinct HQ. It was state of the art, that was for sure.
Action put his toolbox on a nearby desk and crouched down on the floor, looking for the wall power socket the computer was attached to. He looked back to see the woman still looking at him with an air of disapproval.
"It's often at the socket that you'll find the problem." he said, as a way of pacifying her. He unscrewed the socket from the wall, looked at the wiring, pretended to fix some loose ones, dusted off the fuses and then popped the socket back into the wall.
Standing up, he looked for an on switch on the computer. "Just switching it on to see if everything's working again..." he said.
"NO! DON'T TOUCH!" protested the woman.
"Oops, sorry. I hope nothing's wrong..." he said, looking at the viewscreen of the computer. It showed 9 images from cameras situated around the building. The one at the top left showed the mysterious basement room. So that room is controlled from here...interesting. He thought.
He switched the console off, packed up his tools and shut the box. "Well, everything seems to be working again. Sorry to trouble you, ma'am. It was a routine fix...nothing to trouble your bosses about." He made his way out of the building, briskly, before that woman could call security.
He quickly stepped back into the warehouse, found where he stored his clothes and changed back.
As he was about to take a seat, he heard a voice calling his name.
"Detective Action!"
Action looked around and saw Geoffrey Landgraab sitting at one of the outdoor tables. He was waving to Action and was dressed in his athletic gear. Action couldn't blank Landgraab so he took up the offer to sit next to him.
"This isn't your neighbourhood, Detective. Is there trouble in this part of town?" Landgraab asked.
"You tell me" Action replied.
"It's a peaceful, law abiding area. I doubt there's anything here you'd be interested in."
"My interests are many and varied"
"As are mine, Detective. However they do seem to come into contact from time to time."
"I investigate crimes, Landgraab. If your interests are in conflict with mine then that tells me you're up to no good."
"Please, call me Geoffrey...I feel we are beyond stiff formalities now. I didn't say our interests are in conflict; I said they came into contact and, believe me, there's no crime to investigate here."
"What about the attempted assassination of Lily Feng or the arson attack on Alan Cuffe?"
"I keep telling your department that has nothing to do with me or my company. You're barking up the wrong tree." said Landgraab, dismissing Action's question with a wave of his hand.
"Speaking of trees...what about the one in Foundry Cove? Your company seems very intent on buying up that area but more intent on preserving the tree. What's on the other side of it?"
Landgraab looked Action sternly in the eye. "So you know about the tree? Well, I have submitted the plans to City Hall about purchasing the area and the tree is special so we fully intend to protect it. Again, there's no crime."
"What's that area beyond the tree all about? Some kind of scientific experiment of yours?"
"That, Detective, is none of your business." Landgraab was getting agitated but he took a moment to calm down. He looked around and eventually started speaking again.
"Detective Action...Neither I, nor Nancy nor any of my employees had anything to do with those attacks. I mean, why would I want Lily Feng killed? She's important for my business plans. As for Alan Cuffe, he's an overgrown teenager more interested in ogling women than being an actual threat to my company. But I am very protective of my family and its achievements. Nancy comes from an old, distinguished Dutch trading family that settled here in the 1690s. Look at the Landgraab Building...built by her grandfather in the 1920s; the very first skyscraper in Sim City. Achievement, Detective, that is what defines the Landgraab family. Everything you see around you is because of that family. I won't let anything jeopardise that."
"You speak as an outsider looking in, Geoffrey." said Action, calmly. "I notice you don't call it 'your' family."
"Detective, I must congratulate you on your powers of observation. No, I am not the lineal descendant of the Landgraab family. I am a distant cousin at best, from one of the forgotten branches. But I was granted the opportunity by Nancy's father to be closer to the main line. He put me through college then I worked as the family lawyer before marrying his daughter and heir, Nancy. My Landgraab blood might be thinner, but I am bound to the name, to my wife and to my son and will not let petty trivialities and distractions get in the way of our business. And I will caution you and your nosey friend to keep out of it."
Action nodded and didn't speak at first. Then he leant over to Geoffrey and looked him in the eyes.
"Everything you tell me is a half-truth, Geoffrey. You didn't pull the trigger, but you know who did. You didn't plant the bomb, but you know who did. You know more about the land beyond the tree than you're telling me and the only reason you haven't bought up Foundry Cove is that Victor Feng is blocking you. And you're trying to manipulate a friend of mine to turn against me. And do you know how I know you're being dishonest with me?"
"How, Detective?" said Landgraab, smiling smugly at Action's clutching at straws.
"Because I know you don't have one son, like you claim, you have two." Action saw the smug grin vanish from Landgraab's face. "Your coffee's gone stale" he said, standing up, wiping his mouth with a napkin before throwing it at Landgraab. Action went back inside the cafe and bought another coffee. Yes, it was good to make Geoffrey Landgraab squirm but the job wasn't over yet: He had to get proof that Landgraab brainwashed Jeremy and find out what he knows about who tried to kill Lily Feng and Alan Cuffe and why.
Action sat back down to drink his coffee and consider what he'd learned today. He was in no doubt that Jeremy was brainwashed in that room he discovered. How did it work? Well, he'd have to investigate further. Was it the same method that wiped his memory of the case before Suzy and Barbara had brought more details to him? One thing was for sure; Landgraab was right...there was no evidence of him or Nancy committing any crimes. He watched Geoffrey up at the counter, complaining about the coffee. "Good...I've got him rattled" muttered Action.
It was time to burn off some excess energy, after two coffees and a rich cannoli, so it was back home to Willow Creek and hit the weights at the Burner's & Builder's gymnasium.
By coincidence, Jeremy Saint was also at the gym: Puffing furiously at what appeared to be an extremely strenuous work out. Action had noticed Jeremy had been pushing a keep fit regime lately; was it a side effect of the brainwashing, he thought?
Once he'd finished lifting weights, Action towelled himself off and walked over to speak with Jeremy. However, someone else had got to him first...
The lady's name was Lisa Richardson, a student from one of the city's colleges...Action forgot which one...and she had just moved into the area. She also liked to hit on all the men in the gym as well; the other day she tried it on with Brent Hecking only to incur the wrath of Brant when he caught her flirting with him.
"You sure are working up a lot of sweat" she said, suggestively. "Don't wear yourself out"
"I...*gasp*...won't...*gasp*....who are you again?" said Jeremy.
"I'm Lisa, and I'm free this evening if you are"
"He might have other plans, excuse me" said Action, walking over to them and facing Jeremy. "Yo, bro. Got a moment to talk?"
"What? Right now? I'm busy!" said an annoyed Jeremy.
"OK, when you're done with your run" replied Action.
"And hello there...I'm so sorry, I forgot your name" said Lisa to Action.
"It's John. I see you're settling in nicely" replied Action.
"All these handsome men in one place! It makes a girl's heart skip a beat"
"I'm sure it does" said Action, noticing how her leotard was low cut, revealing her cleavage. "But a word of advice...My man Jeremy here is taken: He's a got a girlfriend. So does another friend of mine, Travis, over there. And that guy you were talking to the other day...Brent? He's both taken and he's not your type."
"Oh, doesn't he like blondes?" said Lisa.
"Blonde men, maybe, but that guy with the beard who got cross with you? Brent and him are an item"
Lisa looked shocked and then giggled. "Now that makes sense. Although I did make Brent's mind wander."
"Lisa, in that leotard you could make any man's mind wander."
"So what about you, John, are you an item with someone?" she said, flirting some more.
"Not right now...but let's talk about this another time. I have important business to attend to but maybe I'll see you around here another day?"
Jeremy finished his run, grabbed a towel and approached Action. "So what's up, Action?"
"Got time for a drink? I've found some information out that I think you should hear" replied Action.
Jeremy nodded and both men hit the showers and got changed.
They walked next door to the bar but Jeremy was feeling agitated. "Look, Action, stop being mysterious for one moment and tell me what it is you want to talk with me about? I haven't got time for games..."
"This ain't no game, Jez, but someone's been playing you and you gotta know who" Action replied. "Here we are, let me get you a drink"
As it turned out Jeremy's girlfriend, Barbara, was in the bar as well. "Hey, Babs" said Action. "I'm glad you're here...keep your grumpy boyfriend in check while I tell him what I found out"
"You found something out? Was my information useful to you?" replied Barbara.
"Oh boy it certainly was!" said Action.
They got drinks and sat down at a table where Action spoke with the couple.
"Jeremy, when you went in for your last interview..." began Action. This annoyed Jeremy.
"Oh not that again! Everyone keeps asking me 'what happened during that interview?'...Look, I don't remember, OK?" Jeremy said, slamming his drink on the table.
"Yeah, and there's a reason why you don't remember: It was erased from your memory" replied Action. "and I can prove it!"
"What kind of crazy talk is that?" answered Jeremy.
"Jeremy, listen to Action...he's found something out!" said Barbara.
"You have a vague memory of being in a dark room...a room underneath the main Landgraab Corporation building, do you not?" said Action.
"Well, yeah, I guess...it was just a room, a bit dark...black walls and floor..." said Jeremy.
"Black walls with small lights embedded along them, a black metallic floor with a square raised platform in the middle and on top of that is a white chair, shaped like an egg."
Jeremy's gaze drifted off into the distance as a memory was stirred within the deep recesses of his mind.
"Yes....YES!" he eventually said. "A chair like a large egg, and you sat in it and it kind of envelops you. And...and...in front..." said Jeremy, struggling to remember more.
"A large projector screen with stereo speakers on either side of it." said Action.
"As a matter of fact...yes! I remember this room now!" said Jeremy.
"What was on the projector screen, Jeremy?" asked Barbara. "What did they show you?"
"I don't remember..." said Jeremy. "I'm struggling...."
"Was it a film that told you Nancy Landgraab was....?" asked Action.
"M-m-mother!" stammered Jeremy.
"I'm guessing so" said Action. "And that Geoffrey Landgraab is....?"
"The kindest, bravest, warmest most wonderful human being I've ever known in my life" said Jeremy, almost by command.
"Suzy Kent?"
"Is my enemy!"
"and me?"
"John Action is my enemy!" Jeremy looked around him for a moment looking confused, then he turned to Action once again. "What am I saying?"
"Things you've been brainwashed into saying! That room's purpose was to indoctrinate you. I even found the control room where they would have shown you a film...probably filled with propaganda techniques...that nestled in your brain and got you to behave against your natural instincts!"
"Oh my goodness!" exclaimed Barbara. "We all thought that Jeremy would infiltrate the Landgraab Corporation but instead they used him and messed with his mind! Oh my darling, I'll never forgive them for this!"
Jeremy looked shocked and his hands were shaking. "Oh my God, what have I done?" he said.
"Nothing to hurt us" Action tried to reassure him. "Don't worry, we'll get you help."
"I'm going to throw up!" said Jeremy and then he got up and ran upstairs to the bathrooms.
"Babs...stay by his side. Make sure he doesn't do anything harmful to himself" cautioned Action.
"Of course...excuse me" she replied.
Action went back to the bar to get another drink. He was relieved that, gradually, Jeremy was coming back to his senses. He probably needed to see a shrink or someone who could help him medically. He noticed out of the corner of his eye Dr Julia Epstein herself was at the Blue Velvet as well this evening. Well, that's a good co-incidence, Action thought.
"Yo...Jules. How's it hanging?" said Action to her.
"Hanging? What do you mean? Oh, is this some kind of local parlance, a bit of slang?" she replied, looking very serious.
"Yes, it's slang...it means, how are things? Listen up, sister, you've got to smarten up to the street lingo and get with the vibe!" Action replied.
"What? Anyway, in answer to your question I am fine. Not too busy, not too inactive" she said.
"Jeremy and Barbara might need some advice from you, if you could help them. Jeremy's not been well in himself...I can't say much more but just go and have a talk with them sometime, will you?"
"It is my duty as a Doctor to help" she replied. "Of course."
It had been a busy day for Action, but he was pleased at what he'd accomplished. One step closer to unravelling the big mystery of Sim City. Still, he wished he could get all his memory back...maybe that machine at Landgraab's messed with his brain?
He sat down at a table and a young woman at the one next to him nodded and smiled at him. She seemed vaguely familiar.
Action smiled back at her and said "Now I never forget a face but sometimes I struggle with names"
"I'm Jade...we've met a couple of times before" she replied.
"Of course. I remember now. I'd just moved to this part of town and on my first night here I was at this bar where I met you."
"You've got it in one!" she said, smiling warmly at him. "And you're called John, but most folks call you Action. And you're a cop as well."
"You remembered all that! Now the second time we met was...."
"Ugh! That was very much unpleasant. I'd had a messy break up with my boyfriend, this real jerk of a photographer from England...."
"Wait! I remember...he was hassling you on the street and I came to tell him to beat it. And then this punk attacked me so, yeah, I remember that time."
"I was impressed you kept your cool that day." She said.
"That's how I live my life" replied Action, with a nonchalant shrug. Then a thought occurred to him.
"This photographer you were dating....you said he was from England?"
"That's right. His name is Michael Hemmingstamp"
Then a lightbulb went on in Action's head. Michael Hemmingstamp...of course! The man who took the photos of Penny Pizzazz's fashion shoot, the man who might have seen who shot at Lily Feng, but who was out of the country. When they wiped Action's memory of the case, they neglected to wipe his initial encounter with Penny....only the parts that related to Leanne McGregor.
"This is going to sound strange, Jade, but would you know if Michael is back in Sim City?" he asked.
"Michael? Oh yes, he called me a week ago to see if I wanted to hook up for old time's sake but I told him no way! Look, Action, I don't want to talk about my horrible ex...can we move on?"
"Sure thing, I won't mention him again..." said Action. This evening....but I have to find this guy!
The young woman walked purposefully past the opulent mansions of Skyward Palms. It was not a place she visited often but today there was important work to be done. The other members of the Triangle had been careless lately and had betrayed its secrets to an outsider; someone who had not been assessed and approved. A message had to be sent to the other two factions, a warning that they must be more careful in the future. The members of the Triangle had been selected over decades of close and careful observation; characters assessed, behaviour predicted and destinies shaped.
In the distance she could see the person that needed to be confronted: Nancy Landgraab was a very predictable person, always going for a fitness run beginning at precisely 6am and lasting exactly one hour. She had a different route for each day of the week and it happened that this morning was the Skyward Palms route. The young woman crossed the road and stood directly in the path of Nancy.
As Nancy approached the woman, she swerved slightly to avoid her but the woman matched her move and blocked her. Nancy took two steps to the left to continue around her but again, the woman matched the moved and blocked her path again.
"Excuse me, I need to get past" said Nancy.
"You are. Landgraab. Nancy. Businesswoman. Confirm" said the woman.
"I beg your pardon?" replied an incredulous Nancy.
"You are. Landgraab. Nancy. Businesswoman. Confirm" the woman repeated.
"I am, and who might you be?" said Nancy, getting annoyed.
"I represent the interests of your partners in the Triangle."
"Lilly Feng sent you? I might have guessed" said Nancy.
"No. Your other partners" said the woman, coldly. Nancy went quiet.
"Oh. I didn't expect to hear from you. It's been a long time..." she said with a hint of worry in her voice.
"The agreed protocol was violated" said the woman.
"Not by me or my husband"
"Irrelevant. Protocol was violated. Action to remedy this has been taken"
"Wait, were you the one who tried to shoot Lily Feng?" asked Nancy.
"Action to remedy this has been taken" repeated the woman and she turned to look at the mansion known as Granada Place.
"Wait...that's Alan Cuffe's house!" said Nancy in shock. "He's not a participant! What are you going to do?"
"Action. To remedy this. Has been taken" said the woman, also turning to look at the mansion.
The woman walked off, noticing that there was a visitor to the house. Collateral damage, she thought, not her concern.
The doorbell of Granada Place rang and Alan Cuffe went to answer it. The woman on the doorstep was a dark haired lady of about 30 years of age wearing and all black outfit with a chrome chain link belt.
"Marina, lovely to see you, you're looking fantastic" said Cuffe, enthusiastically and kissing her on the cheek.
"Alan, I couldn't resist your call" replied the woman, Marina Beckett. She was a member of the Sim City Police Department and someone who would pass information on to Cuffe if she thought it would affect him or his business. The two had met at a Police Benevolent Fund dinner last year and hit it off. Now she was another entry in his famed "little black book".
"Do come inside" said Cuffe. "I would dearly love to wine and dine you all day but, alas, business is calling so I can only spend a precious little amount of time with you today but I promise I'll make it up to you"
"I'll keep you to that" she said, smiling.
"But let me cut straight to business..." said Cuffe, ushering her into his living room. "John Action...is he still investigating Madelyn?"
"He hasn't ruled her out as a person of interest in that shooting" Marina replied.
Cuffe shook his head. "That's too bad. This month is a potentially difficult one for me and my business: The first Lothario Kitten Club premises is opening this week and I don't want any adverse publicity affecting it. I would appreciate some help from you, Marina"
"What can I do? It's not my case" she replied.
"Couldn't you steer him away from me and Madelyn?" asked Cuffe. "Dig around, try to put the suspicion on the Fengs or Landgraabs for example; you should have plenty of leads linking them to something nefarious. I mean, why not suggest that Malcolm Landgraab...desperate to maintain his dear mother's honour, tried to have Feng shot or something like that?"
"I don't know...Action is pretty hard headed...or haven't you noticed?" said Marina.
"Oh I have, Marina, I certainly have...anyway, I must change into more suitable attire for my meeting. I'll leave you here to warm your hands over the fire and consider what I said. I'm not asking you to do anything illegal...just leave a trail of crumbs away from me and towards someone else." and with that, he stood up to leave to go to his bedroom.
Marina stood up and paced around the room. This was the biggest request Cuffe had ever made of her and she wasn't sure what to do. Maybe she could just gently suggest to Action that Feng or Landgraab were more responsible for the shooting than they're letting on? Maybe she could go through the records and put a few criminal files of known hit men on his desk? What harm could it do? After all, Alan wouldn't resort to murder, she was sure of that.
Alan returned wearing a blazer and cravat. "Have you thought about my suggestion?" he asked.
"I have" replied Marina. "Leave it with me, I'll see what I can do"
"Excellent, well I have time for one little drink...would you care to join me?" he said and as he reclined on his chair he was about to summon Madelyn to pour some drinks when he noticed a brilliant flash of light and a jet of fire shoot out from the fireplace, almost filling the room. He instinctively ducked down for cover as the fireball shot over his head. Sitting back up to see what was going on he saw that Marina was on fire!
"MARINA!" he cried out. "Drop to the ground and roll! Marina!"
Cuffe leapt to his feet and looked around for a rug or even curtain to wrap around her to smother the fire. The woman began to panic and thrash about as the flames engulfed her body. "Drop, Marina, DROP!" yelled Cuffe as he struggled to tear one of the curtain's off of its railing. He had a flashback to when he was in the Army Air Force in World War 2 when he had to pull an injured crewman from a burning B-17 bomber.
"Madelyn!" he screamed. "Get the fire extinguisher from the kitchen....NOW!"
Madelyn came running in with the extinguisher and quickly read the instructions as Marina still burned.
"Hurry up! She'll be a gonner soon!" yelled Cuffe.
Madelyn pulled the safety pin out of the extinguisher, aimed the hose and squeezed the handle. CO2 gas shot out of the nozzle and onto the burning figure of Marina.
The CO2 did its work and the fire was put out. Marina collapsed to the ground, her clothing was charred and melting...some of the molten nylon had stuck to her skin which was badly burned. Alan picked up the phone and called the Fire Department and asked for an ambulance...but tellingly not the police...whilst Madelyn put Marina's burned body into the recovery position.
Meanwhile, outside, the strange young woman cast a glance at a terrified Nancy Landgraab. Nancy decided to run and keep running.
12:45pm, WILLOW CREEK
"Anything biting today, Spenser?" asked John Action to an old acquaintance of his, Spenser Lam. Spenser liked to come to Foundry Cove to do a bit of fishing and he was always grateful to Action ever since he helped sort out gang trouble in Spenser's neighbourhood.
"Not much, Action...say, I just heard on the radio that a policewoman was injured in a fire. Is she someone you know?" said Spenser.
Action nodded. "Yeah, and she works in the same precinct as me. Word from the hospital is that she's in a stable condition"
"I hope she pulls through, Action."
"Thanks, Spenser, you take care and hopefully you'll get a good catch"
"I hope so too!"
SKYWARD PALMS, 1:35pm
"So this is how the other half live?" thought Action to himself as he arrived at the site of the fire; Granada Place which was owned by none other than Mr Alan Cuffe himself. Well, well, well, thought Action, isn't that man at the centre of everything these days?
He headed over to the lounge, where the fire happened and found a team of Fire Department investigators plus his own colleague, forensic expert Bibi Stahler.
"Bibi...what's the latest?" he asked.
"Fire investigators are already saying it's arson" she replied. "Traces of an accelerant not commercially available were found in the fireplace. The witness says it was like an explosion so we're looking into the possibility it was a bomb"
"Where is Cuffe at the moment?" asked Action.
"Upstairs" said Bibi. Action nodded thanks and headed up to find Cuffe and his live in assistant, Madelyn.
"Mr Cuffe, we meet again" said Action.
"It appears so" said Cuffe, wearily. "How's Marina?" he asked.
"In a stable condition: She's got 2nd degree burns to large parts of her body." replied Action. "So you're on first name terms, are you?"
"Yes, she's a friend. I know her socially" said Cuffe.
"So why was she visiting you?"
"Like I said, it was a social call...just two friends catching up" replied Cuffe.
"But you had a business appointment to get to and this social call was, what, just for half an hour or so? Why trouble Marina Beckett to travel from Willow Creek, where she lives, to Skyward Palms...over an hour's drive away...just for a half an hour meeting?"
Cuffe paused. "She was in the area and wanted to ask my opinion about a matter" he said.
"Which was?"
"She was pitching an idea for a future Lothario article: Women in uniform...she said she knows a couple of hot looking policewomen and, well, she's a very attractive woman; I could see potential in such an article"
Action said nothing but just nodded. Did this story ring true? Well, once Marina had recovered sufficiently he'd be asking her why she was there. Madelyn then appeared on the upstairs balcony.
"Detective Action...how is she?" she asked.
"As I said to Alan, she's stable. Doctors say she'll pull through." Action replied. "Madelyn...did you notice anyone or anything suspicious outside or in the area at the time of the fire?"
"No. I was in the kitchen when it happened and the kitchen looks out over the garden and the lake, not the road. I saw nothing unusual."
"It looks like foul play at the moment and now there's been two attempts on your lives...I need to know who's out to get you, Mr Cuffe" said Action.
Cuffe threw his hands up in the air "How the hell should I know!" he said in frustration. "As my business expands I'm now moving in the circles of the rich and powerful and they, as I have found out, have enemies. The only threats I'm getting is from those crackpots over at the League of Decency"
"The League of Decency?" asked a puzzled Action.
"Yeah, a bunch of whackos who want my business shut down. They hate sex, sexy people, the libertine lifestyle and fun in general...my office gets bombarded with mail from them demanding that I cease publishing Lothario magazine with threats of protesting outside of my premises. I'm sure you'll find someone truly unhinged and capable of murder among that lot!"
"Thanks, I'll look into that" said Action, standing up. "I'll check with the forensic team downstairs but rest assured, Mr Cuffe, I will call on you again so don't leave town."
"Action..." said Cuffe. "...keep me posted on Marina's condition" he said with concern and sadness in his voice. Action nodded and left Cuffe and Madelyn.
After checking on the team, Action's work shift had formally ended. He'd agreed to meet his girlfriend, Katherine, at the Spice Quarter in downtown San Myshuno.
"Now you are a sight for sore lips" said Action, taking in the beauty of Katherine after his tough shift. They embraced each other and kissed.
"Ahhh, that's so good." said Katherine. "Hey, how are you holding up? I heard about your colleague and the fire"
"I'm doing OK" he said. "Just got to wait for forensics to do their job before I can do mine. Anyway, let's hang out and have some fun"
"Sounds good to me...it's the flea market today, fancy some bargains?"
"And here I was thinking you liked the expensive things in life" he said with a smile.
"Hey, I like that lamp" he said, stopping by one stall.
"I told you there would be something just right for you here" she smiled.
"Yeah, I can see that lamp just by the bookcase...hey, I'll take this" he said to the vendor.
"That's 15 Smoleons" said the guy.
"Done" said Action. "I'll stop by before I get home to collect it"
Turning to Katherine, he put an arm around her waist and said "After all, I need to keep my hands free for more important things".
They stopped at another table and Action saw a carved, wooden elephant. "Hey, buddy, do you know where that's from?" he asked the vendor.
"Yeah, it's an old vacation souvenir from Kenya" said the man.
"Kenya! I need a little bit of African stuff for the house....what's it worth?"
"$25"
"I'll give you 15"
"No way, 20 at least"
"18"
"Done" This time, Action took the little figurine with him.
Action and Katherine went to sit down and chat more whilst they listened to the local busker on guitar. They were joined by a familiar face; Barbara Dubois.
"Do you mind if I sit with you while I eat this meal?" she asked.
"Sure, go ahead" replied Action. "Have you met Katherine before?"
"I have not. Lovely to meet you; I've heard lots about you...all good" said Barbara.
They chatted for a bit until the subject of the fire came up again. "How is your friend?" asked Barbara.
"Recovering." replied Action. "She's not conscious yet so we haven't been able to talk to her about what happened."
"Do you think it has anything to do with that shooting...I mean, Alan Cuffe and his assistant seem to be targets?" asked Barbara.
"Could be...could be" mused Action.
"Anyway, enough about that" said Action. "How's the shop going?"
"You have a shop?" asked an inquisitive Katherine.
"Yes, a fashion boutique on Magnolia Promenade. It's only been the first week since we opened but it's going well. I'm kept VERY busy!" said Barbara.
"You must write down the name and address...I'd love to come and visit it" said Katherine.
"Yes..." said Barbara, reaching into her handbag and pulling out a small pad and pen. "Here we go. Anyway, I'm looking for little artistic objects for the shop to decorate it and I want to look around before the market closes...all the best, Action, and lovely to meet you, Katherine"
"She's a lovely girl" said Katherine. "and that's Jeremy's girlfriend? Lucky man"
"How about getting a drink at the bar?" said Action. Katherine looked enthusiastic.
They headed over to the Waterside Warble and ordered drinks. Sitting on the plush sofa in the bar they began to chat but Katherine had noticed Action was distracted.
"It's this case, isn't it?" said Katherine
"That obvious, eh?" replied Action. "Look, this isn't a random case; this is another officer who's been hurt and I believe it's somehow linked to that attempted shooting"
"So you think Alan Cuffe and his assistant are the targets?"
"It's increasingly looking that way but the question is why? Cuffe thinks the people out to get him is this League of Decency. Ever heard of them?"
Katherine shook her head. "Not come across that name before. They might be a registered charity, I could look into whether they are or not"
"That would be great. This case is eating me up from within: Who and what is going on?"
At that moment another person had entered the bar; Spenser Lam, who John had seen earlier on in the day.
"Yo, Spenser, what brings you here?" he said.
"Oh just out and about. Say, I heard on the news that it was a fire bomb this morning and the funny thing is, I drove past that area just a few minutes before the bomb went off."
Action sat up all of a sudden. "What did you see?" he said.
"Not much...I was checking out the fishing spots there because the lake waters are usually good around there. I caught up with an old friend, Bjorn Bjergsen...we often go fishing together....and he said the lake had been overfished recently so I went on to Willow Creek. I did spot a couple of women having a discussion right outside the home that got bombed."
"Can you give me a description?" said Action, enthusiastically.
"Erm...one was a blonde lady in a white outfit. The other lady I don't remember much about. Dark hair...wearing a hat. Hmmm, Bjorn got a better look as he was there before I arrived and hung around afterwards."
"Spenser, you've been a star!" said Action, jotting all this down in his notebook. He stood up to go to the phone in the bar so he could call Precinct 13 headquarters when he noticed Katherine still next to him. He sat back down.
"Sorry baby, I forgot we're on our date" he said, apologetically.
"Just go, Action" she replied. "This is eating you up, you need to get that information to your colleagues now, not later. We'll do this another time"
"Rain cheque, I promise!" he said kissing her cheek before getting up and going to a payphone mounted on the wall.
"Hello, Precinct 13? Who's that I'm speaking to? Bibi? Perfect...any new developments? Really? Well I've got a potential witness who might lead us to some suspects. Run a check on a Bjorn Bjergsen...can't be many of them in Sim City. I'm at the Spice Quarter, I'll meet you halfway to the station at the Arts District...and get Bjergsen there as well!"
Twenty minutes later and the precinct forensic officer met up with Action outside the Casbah Gallery: The midpoint between the Waterside Warble and police headquarters.
"Did you manage to track down Bjergsen?" asked Action.
"Yes, and he will be here shortly" replied Bibi. "I have a more detailed report than the preliminary one I gave you at the mansion"
"Go on"
"We found traces of a chemical accelerant, not found on the wood or coal that is commercially sold for fireplaces. It seems the coal was coated in this substance which lies dormant except for when it comes into contact with another chemical and heated"
"So what's this other accelerant and where was that in relation to the coal?" asked Action.
"We also found the remains of a small container which was connected to a miniature radio receiver."
"It was a remote control detonator? Is that what you're saying?"
"Ja. A remotely operated device...only a small receiver so range wouldn't be good"
"But far enough for someone to press the button standing on the other side of the street from Granada Place" Action nodded, another part of the jigsaw fell into place. "Which means if Bjorgsen can give us a description of the two women standing outside of the house we may have a suspect!"
They waited a little longer, talking about the case in more detail when Mr Bjergsen arrived.
"Are you Detective Action?" the man asked.
"John Action and my associate, Bibi Stahler" replied Action.
"I was told over the phone you want to know whether I saw anyone in Skyward Palms this morning" said Bjergsen.
"That's correct, sir. Did you see two women having a discussion at around 10am right outside of Granada Place, where the bomb went off?"
"I did as a matter of fact. A blonde lady...age 30-35 I guess...hard to tell, she was wearing sunglasses. She was wearing white tracksuit."
"And the other lady?" asked Action.
"Ah, now she struck me as odd. I remember her being quite thin, long dark hair, dark eyes that penetrated your soul when you made eye contact with her?"
"Did you speak to her, or just look?" said Action.
"Only looked in her direction the one time as I got out of my car and walked to the lake. But I shan't forget those penetrating eyes...like she could see right into you. I must say it seemed unsettling at the time but I put it out of my mind. She was wearing a black and white patterned dress...short, like all the young women are wearing these days...over an orange sweater and she had a black cap on as well."
Action jotted this all down; the description of this lady sounded familiar. He couldn't place where, though.
"Did you overhear anything they said?" said Action.
"Not really...the blonde lady seemed upset about something, the dark haired one was cold as ice to hear. No emotion in the voice at all. But I didn't catch what they were saying, just how they were saying it"
"Well, that's a start" said Action to Bibi when he had finished taking Bjergsen's statement and the latter had gone home. "Now why does that description of the dark haired woman sound familiar?" he mused.
"I don't know, but the description of the other lady...white tracksuit, blonde...that matches Nancy Landgraab on one of her epic runs" said Bibi.
"It doesn't make sense that she would want to kill Cuffe. Let's grab a drink and sit down to sort this out"
They grabbed a couple of drinks from the bar and found a nearby table to sit at and talk.
"The remote device...was it sophisticated?" he asked.
"Yes. I'd say so. The miniaturisation and precision was of the highest quality workmanship. It's lucky that Cuffe ducked when he did"
"OK, so he and Marina are standing by the fireplace. Do you remember where the windows are in that room and what they look out on to?"
"Yes, the road outside"
"Precisely where Bjergsen says the two women were standing. The trigger mechanism can be concealed in the palm of a hand"
"Conceivably" replied Bibi. "enough at that range"
"But who is this woman? Black and white dress, orange sweater, penetrating eyes...penetrating, penetrating" he repeated the word softly to himself, in search of inspiration.
"or rather....HYPNOTIC! That's where I've seen her before! I was on patrol in Oasis Springs and some guy said a woman matching that description had hypnotised her!"
"Do you think it's the same woman?"
"The man said she was evil and trying to hypnotise him...he also claimed she had levitated!"
"Clearly this man was out of his mind on drugs" said Bibi, dismissively.
"No, that's it. The guy passed a drugs test...he was clean. And get this...that incident happened outside of Cuffe's old house in Oasis Springs!...I'm telling you, find that woman and you've found our arsonist...maybe even shooter as well!"