|
|
Post by Renekin Skywalker on Apr 25, 2008 15:08:11 GMT -5
He put the sword down. "Do I look like a sheep? Is there wool to pull over my eyes? I read the burial records from your studies. There was a glaring hole in the description, and now you've..." He looks and lowers his voice. "And now you've smuggled this into the country? You could be extradited for this."
|
|
|
|
Post by dakota on Apr 25, 2008 23:52:22 GMT -5
Jamison tried to hide his surprise. He had thought he'd covered his tracks well enough that no one would know he'd found the sword. But he couldn't help but pick up the blade. " What are you talking about? I told you, I bought this online. I didn't smuggle anything. I've got the papers it came with at home to prove it." In a sense it was true, since he had bought it on Ebay from himself by selling it under a false name, and then mailed it to himself back in the States, complete with an authentic looking certificate of authenticity and limited edition certification.
[tag]
|
|
|
|
Post by Renekin Skywalker on Apr 26, 2008 11:29:29 GMT -5
Hilden looked gravely at Jamison, assessing him. "Well, if that's your story. I'm sorry. Gus?"
The Gus stirs from the front entrance.
|
|
|
|
Post by dakota on Apr 26, 2008 23:39:45 GMT -5
Jamison was suprised by Hilden's reaction. " But Professor, I don't understand. There's no need for security. I just wanted to talk. " He pleadeed, trying to difuse the situation that seemed to just keep getting worse by the moment.
|
|
|
|
Post by Renekin Skywalker on Apr 27, 2008 19:39:04 GMT -5
Hilden looked as Jamison pityingly. "I asked you for the truth and you didn't give it to me. I may not be as young as you are (being a man in his 50's), but that doesn't mean I can't put two and two together." He looked at Gus. "I think you'll have to make a call after all."
|
|
|
|
Post by dakota on Apr 28, 2008 0:04:35 GMT -5
Jamison felt betrayed. He had thought that Hilden could help him. " Don't Gus. Please, there's no need to call anyone. I'll leave and not come back." He started to backpeddle towards the door.
|
|
|
|
Post by Renekin Skywalker on Apr 28, 2008 18:25:51 GMT -5
"Now, son. Don't make a scene." Gus says.
"Gus is right." Hilden says. "It's better we do this by the book. If we're lucky, we can make sure it just looks like you were careless... didn't know what you were doing." Hilden adds. "Everyone makes mistakes. Don't make this into one that lands you on Grammercy."
|
|
|
|
Post by dakota on Apr 28, 2008 23:43:00 GMT -5
Jamison was already starting to sweat a bit because of the mess he'd gotten himself into, but the mention of going to Grammercy through his mind into panic mode. " Uh yeah, let me think about that..., too late. " He said the last even as he was running out the door, but instead of head for the exit as he thought Gus and the rest of security would expect, he headed back towards the roof.
|
|
|
|
Post by Renekin Skywalker on Apr 29, 2008 7:41:15 GMT -5
"No, wait!" Hilden called after him, pleading for Jamison to escape.
Jamison made it to the roof easily. The place wasn't locked down. Gus was moving after him, with unexpected speed and endurance for a man of his age. When he got to the roof, it was empty of make-outers.
|
|
|
|
Post by dakota on Apr 30, 2008 3:20:40 GMT -5
Not letting up as he ran towards the edge, Jamison transformed into Tharsis as he did and spread his wings as he cleared, soaring upwards without considering how many saw him. " Great, the cops will be beating down my door in no time."
He flew home at top speed, using his invisibility to land on his building's rooftop unnoticed. Reverting to normal, he stayed invisiblelong enough to get into his apartment. Once inside, he locked the doors. He grabbed a backpack and started cramming clothes in it while trying to figure out where he was going to stay until things blew over.
|
|
|
|
Post by Renekin Skywalker on Apr 30, 2008 7:45:21 GMT -5
Even as he finished, he saw someone on the steps... not just someone, but the Durandal!
|
|
|
|
Post by dakota on May 1, 2008 4:57:48 GMT -5
Jamison stopped in midstuff and let the last handful of close he was cramming into the bag fall to the floor. his hand slid to the hilt of his sword lying beneath the backpack and he gulped. He expected someone to come after him, but not this or so soon. " I guess this is my ride to Grammercy? I wasn't trying to cause trouble at the university, or I wouldn't have run away. "
|
|
|
|
Post by Renekin Skywalker on May 1, 2008 16:38:00 GMT -5
Durandel, once he gets in nods heroically at Jamison. "I heard about the sword." He says, calmly. "I am here to take a look at it, if you don't mind. Also, swinging it at me would be most unwise."
|
|
|
|
Post by dakota on May 2, 2008 4:39:35 GMT -5
Knowing full well that without it, he's stuck being just plain old Jamison, he offered the hilt to Durandel. Nervously, he asked," So you aren't here to bust me for the little bit of intervening I do here in neighborhood? I was only trying to help."
|
|
|
|
Post by Renekin Skywalker on May 2, 2008 11:39:51 GMT -5
"No, no." Durandel says, looking it over. "Your heart would be in the right place. Tell me about it?" He says, calmly. "International artifact theft, as you know, if a much larger issue and ought to be investigated."
|
|
