A.I. #22C22

ASSIGNMENT: AREA MONITOR
Location: Medical
GENSTAT number: N/A
Date Assigned: 10/02/2250
Monitoring Period: Permanent.
Transcript ref number:000CCA-1276AAB-103309.A

Date: 11/03/2358 Time: 11:53

LOCATION - LFS - MEDICAL -PSYCHOTIC CONTAINMENT ROOM

VISUAL SCAN - Mr. Stryker is wearing a grey three piece pin striped suit and Argami loafers. He is wearing a type II locater (ear piece).

Mr. Ironwood is wearing black jeans, a white Varchone easy rider shirt, "long rider" style black coat, and black "wrecker" style boots. He is also wearing a type III locater (auto headset).

EM Scan - Mr. Stryker has an Autoclav 10mm autogun holstered under his right shoulder.

EM Scan - Electromagnetic fields indicate Mr. Ironwood has a 9mm Krukov auto pistol bolstered under the left shoulder. A nine inch stiletto is sheathed in one boot. A 10 ml can of INcapacitate spray is housed in the both coat pockets. Possession of these objects by subject is not a security violation since he is authorized to carry them by MILCOM, authorization order 324-8812-A.

Stryker sits on a metal folding chair at the back of the dark  room working 
his teeth with a mint toothpick.  The floor is made of steel and Jack's 
boots almost seem to ring every time he hits the floor with a calculated step.  
The Watcher is bound from head to toe with plasti-tape to an iron chair that 
is welded to the floor.  

Jack walks back and forth studying the man mountain.  The Watcher watches 
Jack.

			JACK
	You're some piece of work Watcher.  We 
	never would have found you down there if
	it weren't for...

The Watcher narrows his hate filled eyes at Jack.

			WATCHER
	For what?

			JACK
	Shadow.

The Watcher snorts in disgust.

			WATCHER
	You know nothing of Shadow.  All you have is
	a name.

			JACK
	Well, actually Watcher that used to be true.
	That is until Krak and Vilson spilled their guts.

The Watcher fairly roars.

			WATCHER
	YOU LIE!

			JACK
	How do you think we found you?

			WATCHER
	BY ACCIDENT! LITTLE MAN!  LITTLE WOMAN! CAME
	BY ACCIDENT.

			JACK
	I don't think so.  That's all we needed to take 
	care of a punk like you.

The Watcher screams with rage.  He rocks back and forth straining against
his bonds.  The chair wiggles, the welds at the base of the chair strain.  Stryker
starts to look concerned.

Jack balls up a fist and puts the weight of his body behind a slam to the 
Watcher's nose.  His head bounces off of the wall and a dazed Watcher is 
silent.

			STRYKER
	Cut it out Ironwood!  You can't do that!  It's 
	against government rules.

Jack turns and smiles at Stryker.

			JACK
	As I have pointed out to you on many occasion
	I no longer work for the government.

Stryker frowns and Jack turns back to the Watcher.  The Watcher glares at
Jack from under his ample brow.  Black, hate filled eyes radiate evil.

			WATCHER
	I will kill you so slowly.  Limb by limb.

Jack slaps his cheeks in mock terror.

			JACK
	Oh my.  Now that is terrifying.  I'm really scared.

Jack turns to Stryker.

			JACK
	I'm really scared Lex.  Are you scared too?

			STRYKER
	Terrified.

The Watcher studies Jack and scowls.

			WATCHER
	I will tell you nothing of Shadow.  

			JACK
	I don't really give a shit about Shadow
	Watcher.  I don't think there's anything that
	Vilson and Krak haven't all ready told us.

			WATCHER
	THAT IS A LIE!  THEY KNOW THE PENALTY!
	THEY KNOW THE WRATH OF THE WALKING 
	DUDE!

			JACK
	Do you have something against lower volume?	
	Your making my ears ring.

Stryker chuckles.

			JACK
	I'm no more scared of the Walking Dude then I am
	of you.  We've got our monitors working.  We'll 
	find walking dude.

For a second a look of surprise crosses the Watcher's face.  The look is replaced
with a smile and finally peels of bass laughter echo through the room.

			WATCHER
	You know nothing!  Your words betray you.

			JACK
	Yeah, right.  Like I said Watcher I could give a 
	shit about your so called Shadow knowledge.  I want
	to know what you did with those four engineers?

The Watcher slowly smiles an evil, toothy grin.

			WATCHER
	You will never find them!  Never!  Never!!!!

The Watcher once again breaks into peels of bass laughter.  Jack bounces his
head of the bulkhead again with another punch.  The Watcher goes silent.

			STRYKER
	Damn it Jack, you're going to get me in trouble.

Jack makes for the door. 

			JACK
	Security AI let us out.

			AI
	Voice analysis confirmed.

The locks to the door audibly disengage.  The door hisses open Stryker 
follows Jack out of the room.

LOCATION - THE CORRIDOR OUTSIDE P.C.R.

Jack stops outside the door as Stryker joins him. STRYKER I didn't get to do much as good cop. JACK I think that ploy was too sophisticated for this piece of work. STRYKER At least we know we're on target with Vilson and Krak. I'm putting out a station wide alert on those two. JACK And now we have a new name... Walking Dude. STRYKER Sound familiar? JACK No, but I'll ask around. STRYKER Too bad we couldn't find out anything about those engineers. Partab's going to be furious at me. Jack starts to walk away. JACK Have the meds give him an enema and do a DNA scan on the results. STRYKER Why? JACK A hunch... and the way he looked at me. Styker watches Jack walk off. Realization crosses his face. STRYKER You don't think!!?!?! (to himself) No. No way. A cannibal? On Genesis?

Date: 11/04/2358 Time: 04:12

LOCATION - LFS - MEDICAL - THE CORRIDOR OUTSIDE OF THE PSYCHOTIC CONTAINMENT ROOM

When he walks the halls of Genesis his face is a blur, his voice silenced and all distinguishing marks erased to the monitors that guard the station. Even the Walking Dude's python boots are invisible to the cameras.

He is dressed in an orderly's white smock. He pushes a metal cart loaded with food past inattentive nurses, doctors and psy-techs. Once he is beyond the half way point down the corridor to the psychotic containment room he walks alone.

He parks the cart outside of the room and looks in at a subdued Watcher. The bemouth is still strapped to the metal chair. His eyes burn black as he rests against the restraints that hold him to the chair.

The Walking Dude punches a code in the access panel and the door slides open with a hiss.


LOCATION - LFS - MEDICAL - PSYCHOTIC CONTAINMENT ROOM

The Dude walks in and the door closes behind him. The Watcher smiles when he sees the Walking Dude. WATCHER I knew you would come. The Dude walks slowly up to the Watcher stopping only a few feet in front of him. He ignores the Watcher and looks up at the room around him. WALKING DUDE Wraith are you here? WRAITH Yes Lord Dude. WALKING DUDE Good. Record this. WRAITH Yes my lord. The Dude turns his attentions back to the Watcher. WALKING DUDE How many watchers have there been? The Watcher swells with pride. WATCHER I am the eighth in my line. WALKING DUDE And what is the mission of the Watcher? WATCHER To Watch and report. WALKING DUDE And what else? The Watcher looks confused. Walking Dude hauls off and punches the Watcher in the jaw snapping his head to one side. The Watcher is incredulous. WALKING DUDE And to hide you stupid fuck! You call this hiding! WATCHER They found me. WALKING DUDE No shit! How are you supposed to report now! For the first time in his life the Watcher begins to know fear. WALKING DUDE No one gave you orders to kill engineers! WATCHER They sealed me in the tunnels. It had been weeks since I had eaten. WALKING DUDE You ate them!!???!?! WATCHER It had been weeks! WALKING DUDE You sick fuck!... You are a disgrace to all of the watchers that have gone before you. Jesus Christ you ate them!? WATCHER I could barely move. It had been weeks. WALKING DUDE You could move enough to kill! The Watcher smiles his last evil smile. WATCHER He came too close. The Walking dude shakes his head and spins on a heel. He turns back to face the Watcher. WALKING DUDE It makes no difference. We no longer need the Watchers anymore. Due to someone's fuck up things are coming to a head. The Watcher begins to look like a caged animal WATCHER What about me!? The Dude punches some codes in the access panel and the door hisses open. He turns to face the Watcher. WALKING DUDE The Watcher is about to become the flatter. WATCHER No!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The Dude steps out of the door as the Watcher furiously begins to struggle against his bonds. The Watcher looks through the tiny plasti-glass portal in the door. He watches as Dude mouths a command to Wraith. WATCHER No Dude!!!!!!!!!!!! Please!!!!!!!!!!!!! The Watcher is sorry!!!!!!!!!!! The bonds wrapped around Watcher automatically release and unseen gravetic forces shove Watcher out of the chair. He falls to his hands and knees. The chair is yanked back into an opening in the wall. A panel slides shut over the opening. The Watcher jumps to his feet and begins to charge the door. There is a humm. Artificial gravity slams Watcher to the floor. He screams as the manmade forces slowly crush the life out of him. Bones begin to crack and snap. He screams again. Organs burst. His brains explode out of his ears and nose. After a few seconds Watcher is but a wide smear on the floor. LOCATION - LFS - MEDICAL - THE CORRIDOR OUTSIDE OF THE PSYCHOTIC CONTAINMENT ROOM The Walking Dude watches impassively as the Watcher is crushed. When it is done the Walking Dude returns to his cart. WALKING DUDE Wraith? WRAITH Yes my lord? WALKING DUDE Did you record that? WRAITH Yes, your perfection. WALKING DUDE Send a copy to Krak and Vilson. It's important that they should know about the retirement plan. WRAITH Yes, wise one. The echoes of the Walking Dudes boots follow him as he exits this place.

Date: 11/04/2358 Time: 06:32

LOCATION - LFS - MEDICAL - THE CORRIDOR OUTSIDE OF THE PSYCHOTIC CONTAINMENT ROOM

VISUAL SCAN - Mr. Stryker is wearing a grey three piece pin striped suit and Argami wingtips. He is wearing a type II locater (ear piece).

Mr. Ironwood is wearing green plyon jeans, a kacki low rider shirt, "long rider" style black coat, and black "wrecker" style boots. He is also wearing a type III locater (auto headset).

Ms. Cannon is wearing a blue two piece pant suit, Surashi stiletto boots and a type II locater. EM Scan - Mr. Stryker has an Autoclav 10mm autogun holstered under his right shoulder.

EM Scan - Electromagnetic fields indicate Mr. Ironwood has a 9mm Krukov auto pistol bolstered under the left shoulder. A nine inch stiletto is sheathed in one boot. A 10 ml can of INcapacitate spray is housed in the both coat pockets. Possession of these objects by subject is not a security violation since he is authorized to carry them by MILCOM, authorization order 324-8812-A.

EM Scan - Mr. Stryker has an Krushev 5mm mini-auto holstered under her left shoulder.

Stryker, Ironwood and Ms. Cannon stand outside the door to the psychotic containment room. A lone janitor mops up what is left of the watcher into a plastic bucket. He wrings out the mop and Ms. Cannon looks a little pale as the red slop fills the bucket.

			JACK
	I guess this means he won't be killing me slowly, 
	limb by limb.

			MS. CANNON
	He was a sick bastard, but no one diserves to go
	like that.

			STRYKER
	We need to concentrate less on what's left of
	the watcher and more on how he was... reduced.
	I want to know how it is someone can walk into 
	a highly secured area, kill one of my suspects 
	and walk out again with a trace.

			JACK
	Your monitors suck Stryker.  I've been telling
	you that for years.

			STRYKER
	Thanks for being so informative.  Can you tell 
	me why they suck?

			JACK
	You have no security on them.  Any hacker with
	half a brain in this rock just reroutes the video
	over the net and replaces it  with what they want 
	showing.

			MS. CANNON
	Either that or they send a virus or voltage spike to
	the camera.

			STRYKER
	So how do I protect myself?

Neither Ms. Cannon or Jack answers.

			STRYKER
	Is something wrong.

Silence.   Stryker sneers.

			STRYKER
	I see, you two use the same methods to
	mask you own comings and goings.

			MS. CANNON
	On occasion.

			STRYKER
	Well, forgive me, but I think STATION security
	takes precedence here.

			JACK
	And if we tell you what to do, you may get the
	monitors up and running and eventually one of
	the hackers will be able to tap into it and then the
	lady and I will lose our mask.

			MS. CANNON
	He's right, Lex.  Station Security has been
	compromised for so long it would take a 
	hundred years to clean out all of the back doors,
	trojan horses and trapdoors.  We need to protect
	ourselves.

			STRYKER
	We also need away to protect our suspects.			     
	We had our first bonefide shadow suspect and
	now he's dead!  What the hell am I supposed to do!

Ms. Cannon and Jack are silent.

			JACK
	There's a hacker that I know.

			STRYKER
	You mean that you do buisness with.

			JACK
	Whatever.  For certain considerations I can
	get him to cover us.

			STRYKER
	What kind of considerations?  Credits?

			JACK
	He's more likely to be motivated by hardware 
	and or schematics.

			STRYKER
	When you say schematics I assume you mean
	from R&D?

			JACK
	Of course.  He's not interested in old news.

Stryker begins to nervously tap the floor with one foot.

			STRYKER
	All right, but I want assurances that anything
	that we give him will not be used to hurt Genesis.

			JACK
	That shouldn't be a problem.

			MS. CANNON
	Where do we go from here?

			JACK
	I have a meeting with Eddie Fat today from the
	Wu Tu fang.  I'm going to see what I can get out
	of him.

Stryker turns to Ms. Cannon.

			STRYKER
	I want you to meet with a Lieutenant Huang 
	Wei Wu in Milcom.  We have an... association.
	He gave me some news which might be related
	I want you to check it out.

			MS. CANNON
	I'll get right on it.

Stryker looks back into the containment room and frowns.

			STRYKER
	We all need to watch each other's backs.  Trust
	no one unless you have to.

The three leave the janitor to what is left of the watcher

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