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Subject: Silver Aegis #7 |
Read Part Six first. Morning arrives, the sun burning away the mists that shroud the long stretch of beach. A different figure, with an altogether different purpose, can be seen running it. “According to this gizmo Doctor Drang gave me, I’m making great time. Only a super science fiction spy agency like SPUD could build themselves a transistor radio that also works as a clock, phone, and camera,” Scott Scoggins noted to himself, “Another five minutes and I think I’ll- wait, up ahead- are those police?” The incognito Star Spangled Sensation slowed his run to a trot, and then halted in the back of a throng of onlookers. “All right, all right, that’s it. Nothing more to see here,” a large man in a deputy’s uniform strode over to the group, most of whom were clad in what the Silver Aegis would describe as peasant dress, and not the clothes one wore for a day at the beach, “You can go on back to your tents or wherever you carneys call home.” There was a low grumble from the crowd, the sound of a group accustomed to the taunts of a discourteous authority, until one woman in a white blouse and long batik skirt stepped forward. “Why won’t you let us see her, Sheriff Landon? What are you trying to hide?” she demanded. The uniformed man watching the coroners place the enshrouded body on a dune buggy turned to consider her. Shaking his head, he sauntered over, “This ain’t the time or the place, Desmerelda. You and your people go home. I’ll send Huey over to pick up the girl’s folks so they can ID the body at the station.” “How was Chavi killed? Was it like the others? We have a right to know!” the woman protested, dark eyes flashing. “That’s enough, Desi,” Landon narrowed his eyes into a hard stare, “Get your clan off this beach or I’ll haul you in for unlawful assembly and interfering in a criminal investigation.” “Excuse me, perhaps I can lend a hand here,” Scott came forward and presented his credentials. The sheriff examined the badge disdainfully, wrinkling his nose as if it wasn’t just the clam flats that gave the morning its distinctive fragrance, “SPUD, huh? Well, Mister SPUD agent, as I recollect you guys are part of the Youuuu Ennn, which means you’re out of your jurisdiction.” Silver Aegis blinked, “Yes, but-“ “You are wasting your time with this man,” Desmerelda tossed back her obsidian locks wrathfully, “Sheriff Landon is not interested in finding the truth, only protecting the concerns of some of those who live in town: the hoteliers, the night club owners, the ‘good people’ of Chaney Shores whose businesses would suffer if they learned of the beast- ohh!” The gypsy woman gasped when Deputy Huey stepped forward and clamped his hands down on her pale shoulders, “You’re under arrest, for inciting a riot and civil disobedience. You have the right to – hey!” Moving with the fluidity of the undulating tides Scott Scoggins stepped in between the law enforcement officer and his would be captive, “I don’t think that’s necessary,” he said in a tone that made it clear the topic was not up for discussion. When Huey attempted to make it a debate by driving his elbow into Scott’s windpipe the man caught it and twisted the bigger man’s limb into a painful armlock. “Help! Get him off me!” Huey pleaded as he sank to the sand. “Everybody calm down,” Sheriff Landon entreated, glancing at his deputies so they would keep their pistols in their holsters. He walked up to the grim-faced interloper and said softly, “Last thing I want to do is make a federal case out of this, as it was, so why don’t you let my man go and we’ll just chalk everything that happened here up to high spirits?” The Patriotic Powerhouse released his hold on the overzealous police, “Not everything. There’s still the matter of the dead girl. And what is this beast Miss Desmerelda mentioned?” “Bah! That’s nothing but gypsy hokum! These folks want us to believe that they’re being stalked by a werewolf.” Desmerelda quickly objected, “It is the truth! The Stavrosos Clan has been marked for death by a fiend of great evil, the Unkillable U-Wolf! It strikes at the fringes of our family now, taking a victim here and there, but soon its hunger for vengeance will be so great it will come to take us all!” “Lady, that’s pure Bull-oney! There ain’t no monster here in Chaney Shores.” Scott Scoggins wasn’t sure which person to believe: both were passionate in their convictions. He had seen a lot in his role as Agent of the American Ideal, but werewolves? Then something on the beach caught his attention. “Perhaps, then, Sherrif, you can explain those?” He pointed to the prints. They were long, like a man’s but that was where the similarity ended. Four large toes topped the print, each one crowned with a thick pointed nail. Between each digit there was a concave crescent, as if the foot were webbed. The crowd gasped when they recognized what the marks were. Desmerelda clutched at the pendant around her neck and said a prayer. The sheriff and his men were uncommonly silent. It was- To Be Continued |
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