12/02/2011

Rad Munday - Beginnings: Act II


And so now Rad sat in the empty Interrogation Room in front of a silver table with white walls and a mirror to his left, where he knew the police were analyzing him.  His peacoat was long gone, back at the warehouse after Erica had been attacked by the Jersey Devil, so he sat with his arms crossed in his black t-shirt and displayed his tats in a look that he frequently referred to as his "battle attire."  His toboggan was pushed down over his eyes and he lounged back in his chair, continuously dropping his pair of purple dice on the table with the hopes that each time they rattled, the clock's hands would inch by a second faster.  After a while, his boredom stopped him, so he got up and walked to the mirror, jumping around in front of it and making faces against its surface.  Unexpectedly, someone entered from the side door across the room.

"Mr. Munday!" someone called loudly to get Rad's attention.  He turned quickly and gave him a wide-eyed look, similar to a deer in headlights.  "Please have a seat."

Rad sized up the casually dressed officer before walking past the silver table and taking his seat, mocking the officer's mannerisms on his way there.  He lounged back and began to drop the dice on the table continuously once again.  The officer walked to the opposite end of the table and took a seat in front of him, shuffling through the files he layed over the table before looking up at Rad with folded hands.

"My name is Detective Chad Rowland of the Camden Police Department," said the professional and well-spoken man who's dark hair and sharp features screamed for Rad to realize that he was a force to be reckoned with, but to no avail.  "I have a few questions to ask you."

Rad lifted his eyebrows quickly in acknoledgement then looked away dismissively.

"Mr. Radcliffe Alonzo Malcom Jude Donald Elijah Munday the 12th...." the detective started, stopping with a strange look.  He looked up at him with a raised eyebrow.  "The twelfth?"

"Oh, that's not really a family name," Rad said with a smile.  "I just added most of them when I turned 18 to make my name longer."

The Detective sighed and looked back at his files.  "Says here that you are the sole survivor of the Passion Massacre fifteen years ago; Mother was murdered shortly after by your father who has been deemed criminally insane; you spent several years in St. Hermione's Orphanage, where it was believed that you developed a mild form of Asperger's Syndrome"-

Rad chuckled indifferently and the Detective looked up at him curiously.  "Something funny?"

"Um, no, I, uh, I don't have Asperger's Syndrome," Rad said casually.

"Really?" The Detective said with a hint of apathy.  "Because it says here that according to some of the symptoms of Asperger's Syndrome, you happen to possess the majority of them."

Rad sat forward slowly.  "You mean according to you, because I know what Asperger's Syndrome is and I only borrow one of those traits.  Well, maybe two.  Or three.  But the main one is that I"-

"-have interest in very few things, the primary interest of which could be labeled as an obsession," the Detective finished.  "For most, it's usually something out of the ordinary.  Like the paranormal."

Rad raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms.  "Do you think whatever did that to those kids in Passion fifteen years ago was human?"

The Detective chuckled and shook his head.  "I'm not here to talk about a cold case, Munday, I'm here to find out exactly what happened at that warehouse."

"Obviously," Rad said with a bit of enthusiasm.  "Look, I'll tell you what I told the guy that arrested me.  We're in Camden, New Jersey.  What legendary creature supposedly lives around here-"

"Spare me the theatrics, all right?" the Detective said passionately.  "Stop fooling yourself, kid.  We all know what we're dealing with here and its not some stupid monster, its an amateur hipster-dressed fairytale hunter with an unchecked ego and the intelligence of a horsefly!"

Rad sat for a minute with a squinted face, angrily gazing at the detective, who returned the look.  Rad's anger seemed to deepen within him, as if he was about to unleash a vicious tyrade while the Detective sat waiting for him to make a move.  Suddenly, Rad's face went red and he leaned forward in high-pitched laughter.  Now in hysterics, he clapped his hands together jovially and banged on the desk with unnecessary force.  The Detective rolled his eyes and wished deeply that he could deliver one good blow and make one small distraction that would turn away the attention of his boss and the other cops watching the interrogation from behind the mirror.

Soon after, Rad immediately stopped laughing and went back to a straight face.  "It was the horsefly thing that set me off.  Now seriously though, if you look in that sacred file of yours, you'll see some more interesting information about how I graduated from Grade School at the age of 15 and that through several abroad trips around the world to different colleges, I have majors in occultism, parapsychology, ancient mythology, cosmology, demonology, cryptozoology, ufology, and that I'm fluent in ten languages, half of which aren't spoken among normal humans.  PLUS, I've visited every country on Earth and I mean every country, if you know what I mean.  Oh yeah, and I'm only 26 years old.  Basically, that should all be an indication that I am probably the farthest a human can possibly be from an amateur.  Or a horsefly."

The Detective looked at Rad then glanced over at the mirror where he knew his colleagues would be humorously viewing this.  He turned back to Rad sinisterly.  "The body we uncovered"-

"-was the Jersey Devil, I caught it.  You're probably going to want to do something about it now that its in your custody.  Its not dead.  It's probably going to kill you all"-

"Would you shut up for one second!" the Detective exclaimed, blowing his top as he slammed his fist on the table.

Rad smirked and held his hands up to calm the detective down, who was breathing heavily, trying to get his wits back together.

"The other body we uncovered," the Detective continued, holding back his emotion.  "Was that of amateur paranormal investigator, Erica Vaughn.  Care to explain what she was doing in the back of your van?"

"First of all, it wasn't my van.  It belonged the Grim Searchers"-

"The freelance paranormal investigation team.  Were you employed with them?"

"Yep."

"For how long?"

"A month and a half: five cases, four solved, not counting the most recent one."

"What happened in the one unsolved case?"

Rad sighed.  "There were originally five of us; Will Sheppard, Richard Pittman, Erica Vaughn, Rae Puckett, and me.  In one of our cases together, we were investigating a murder in New York City.  It was some supernatural creatures that I believe were probably Mole People living under the city, but before I could solve the case, Rae was cornered by one of them and killed.  We got chased out of their domain and I had enough evidence in my possession to plan a coup d'etat against them and stop them from enslaving the New York population, but those idiots wanted to close the case early and get the hell out of there because it was 'too dangerous'.  Now, those guys were amateurs.  It's only a matter of time before all of New York notices the worms inside the big apple.  It's going to be BIG."

The Detective shook his head discardingly before moving on.  "We discovered the dismembered bodies of William Sheppard and Richard Pittman at a Flea Market Warehouse"-

"Jersey Devil," Rad repeated plainly.

The Detective poked through his cheek with his tongue, giving Rad an impatient look.  He turned to the mirror and nodded.  After a few minutes of waiting, another officer walked into the room, handing the Detective the large black maglight that Rad had used to subdue the Jersey Devil earlier.  The officer left the room and the detective turned back to Rad, placing the maglight onto the table in front of him.

"What's this?" the Detective said, gesturing toward the light.

"Oh that?" Rad said with a smile.  "That's the Fat Lady."

The Detective raised his eyebrows.  "The Fat Lady?"

"Yeah, I named it myself.  Its a fantastic pun, isn't it?  Someone beats me down and they say 'it's over, Rad', and I say....'no...its not over...till the FAT LADY SINGS!  PEW PEW PEW' - Pull it out and start shooting, you know...."

The Detective was seconds away from losing his patience again.  "What is this?" he repeated firmly.

"It's a modified maglight.  It transforms into a crossbow, a knife, and several other weapons and gadgets that I use on my jobs."

"Where did you get it?" he asked with force.

"I made it."

"You made it?"

"Yeah, with some help.  I'm constantly modifying it too.  Pretty soon, it'll be able to shoot missiles, I guarantee."

"And what creatures will you have to shoot missiles at, exactly?"

Rad shrugged in thought.  "Dragons?  They get pretty frequent in the summer months.  Especially in Egypt."

The Detective was gritting his teeth.  "Mr. Munday, are you going to cooperate or do I need to call for back up?"

"What do you think I've been doing?  I can't come up with this crap off the top of my head.  Leave it to a cop to be to be a non-believer until he gets smacked in the face with something supernatural, then he starts growing some balls."

The Detective leaned up from his seat slowly and locked eyes with Rad.  "If you don't cooperate, we're going to charge you for the murders of Will Sheppard, Richard Pittman, and Erica Vaughn.  You're going to rot in jail forever."

"Aw, that's not going to be good for the rest of the world when Ouroboros returns, is it?" Rad said with a smirk.

"I can't deal with this anymore," the Detective said, turning to the mirror.  "Send someone in to take this asshole away."

On cue, the side door that the Detective entered from opened, but it wasn't who he expected to see.  A relatively young woman entered the Interrogation Room, most likely in her late 20's to early 30's, her blonde hair tied back in a professional bun with business attire from head to toe.  She was carrying an attache` case and nodded at the Detective when he turned to her.

"I'll take it from here, Detective," she said with authority, walking toward the silver table.

"Who're you?" he asked suspiciously.

"My name is Gloria Osgood, I'm a legal representative of Majestic 12."

"Never heard of it," the Detective said curiously as he reached out to shake her hand and she obliged.  "What kind of jurisdiction is it over?"

"I'm afraid information on our organization is classified.  You'd have to check in with your superiors for a better overview."

"My mistake," the Detective said with a smile, apparently flirting with the woman.  "Well, I'll leave you to deal with this uh, novelist here.  Hopefully you can get more out of him than I did."

"Thank you," Gloria said with a smile, as she watched the Detective walk out of the room.  As soon as the door shut behind him, her smile disappeared and she walked back to the door, pulling a key from her coat pocket and locking the door with it.  She then walked past the silver table, where Rad was watching her curiously, and opened her attache` case.  She pulled out a small remote device, pointed it at the mirror, and pressed it, causing a blue glare to illuminate across the surface of it.  Rad raised his eyebrows in surprise at the futuristic display as the woman took a seat across from him, dug through her case and soon looked up at him, smiling.

"Hello," she said politely, as he raised his eyebrows in acknowledgement.  She went back to her case briefly and Rad began to look around the room, rattling the dice on the table and whistling a quick tune to pass the time.

"So, what just happened?" Rad asked after a minute of waiting.

"I just locked us in, blocked the mirror, and sound-proofed the room," she said kindly, but did not look up from her case.

"Ah okay, that's cool."  Rad went back to passing the time, looking around the room aimlessly before responding again.  "What is this exactly?  What're you here for?"

"Hold on, just a second," Gloria said, wrapping up her activities behind the open case.  When she was finished, she closed it and set it beside her on the floor, shuffling through the papers she'd taken out of it on the desk.  "Alright, Mr. Munday, I'm going to put you through a quick and painless evaluation if thats all right."

"Anything for you," Rad said with a flirtatious wink.

Gloria looked away awkwardly.  "Okay," she said, looking back down at her papers again.  "Please answer these questions in your own words and with as much detail as you can.  Question Number 1: What is the most frequently used form of communication by supernatural creatures and by which?"

Rad was a bit taken aback.  He hadn't been asked this type of question since he was in college, let alone by what looked to be a representative of the government.  "Um, okay," he said, starting to answer.  "AM Frequencies.  And they're most commonly used by spirits and genies."

"Correct," Gloria nodded with a smile.  She looked back down at her papers and continued.  "Question 2: Please explain the Grandfather Paradox in your own words."

"Well the Grandfather Paradox is when a person travels back in time and kills their grandfather at a young age, which would prevent the killer from ever existing.  That would, in turn, set in motion the contradiction that if the killer never existed, then the grandfather would have never been killed and therefore the killer would still exist, causing the paradox.  There's also an equivalent paradox known as autoinfanticide, where a person goes back in time and kills oneself as a baby."

"Excellent," Gloria complimented, obviously impressed.  "Question 3: What three places on Earth still use Latin as their primary language?"

"Ah, let's see," Rad said slowly, laying his head back in thought.  "There's Atlantis, Olympus, and...Shambhala?"

"Great job," Gloria said enthusiastically.  "That one was tricky.  Many people believe Shambhala's primary language is Arabic.  You're doing great so far."

The questionaire continued for another fifteen minutes with Rad answering every question correctly and efficiently.  When Gloria was finished, she pulled the case back onto the table, put the evaluation papers back into the case, and laid it back beside her, turning back to face Rad.

"Looks like you've passed," Gloria said proudly.

"Passed what, if I may ask?"

"The evaluation to qualify for our organization.  We are called P.U.L.S.E, The Paranormal United Law and Security Enterprise.  As a fellow paranormal investigator, I'm sure you've heard of us through the grapevine.  We are a privately-funded organization that specializes in regulating activity in the supernatural community here on Earth."

"Yeah, I've heard of you guys," Rad said unconvincingly, sizing her up.  "I thought you all only hired supernatural humanoids to your outfit."

"That's a popular misconception, Mr. Munday.  While most of our employees happen to be of supernatural decent, we hire them based on their qualifications.  As of yet, you're one of the only non-supernatural humans to actually fit our quota almost perfectly."

"I'm flattered, but, uh, you're not exactly giving me a reason to join you guys.  You've got to sell it."

Gloria chuckled a bit and leaned forward.  "We've seen your track record, Mr. Munday, and I have to say, its very impressive.  For an amateur.  I know you don't like to admit it and truthfully, you are probably the most experienced amateur PI on the face of this planet, but you're still just an amateur.  Freelance is just a more inviting term for it.  No matter how many cases you have under your belt, you're still considered a child by the general supernatural public.  If you want to actually make a difference with your work, P.U.L.S.E is your best option.  Your reputation preceeds you, Mr. Munday, which is why we've directly contacted you for employment, which is a very rare occurence for us.  We have reason to believe that you could have a very promising career in our organization.  In P.U.L.S.E, its possible for you to see action so frequently, that you could be saving the world almost every night.  The stakes are higher and as I've been taught by the many former PI I've spoken to, it's that rush that makes them passionate about the job in the first place.  Believe me, you get all of that and more in our organization.  As one of my best friends, Reuben Howell likes to put it, 'P.U.L.S.E is where your balls drop.'"

Rad nodded in thought.  "So I have a question.  How come the PI's that I've talked to never have anything good to say about P.U.L.S.E?  They say joining them is like selling your soul.  They say they take away your freedom and force you into crappy assignments that make less of a difference in the supernatural world than staying freelance."

"And were any of them actually employed by P.U.L.S.E?"

Rad thought for a moment.  "Well one said he did, but I could tell that he was lying, so no, none of them were."

"Exactly.  Anyone who's ever been employed by P.U.L.S.E. will agree that we get the job done and we have for many years, otherwise our existence wouldn't have garnered such controversy.  We are notoriously known for our rigorous selection process.  There are many people who applied for the organization but failed to meet our requirements and decided to spread rumors in spite.  But just in case you're still having reservations about it, we can give you a Single Case Free Trial for you to test the conditions of our work environment and if you don't like it, you can resign immediately.  You'll still get paid for your involvement in the assignment.  I can pretty much guarantee, though, that once you get a taste of the P.U.L.S.E. lifestyle, you won't want to let go of it."

Rad sat in silence, intently staring at Gloria.  She knew that look.  He was seriously considering it and he would eventually come around to her side.  Rad took a deep breath and exhaled.

"Nope."

"Excuse me?" she said with a raised eyebrow.

"No thank you, Ms. Osgood.  I appreciate the recruitment and I'm flattered by your interest in my skill, but I think I'm making a pretty good living on my own."

Gloria shrugged.  "Okay, fair enough."  She slid back the seat and stood with the case in her hand.  "I won't bother you any longer."

She walked towards the door and pulled out the key that she was about to unlock the door with, but stopped briefly and turned back around to Rad.

"You do know that as soon as I leave this room, the police are going to arrest you and put you in prison for a long time, right?"

Rad cringed and looked off in thought.  "I forgot about that."

"As a member of P.U.L.S.E, you will be acquitted of all charges," Gloria said with a smirk.

Rad put some more thought into it, taking more time to consider his answer this time around.  "How much will I get paid?"

"$90,000 to $150,000 a year."

"Sign me up!" Rad said, slamming his hand on the table as he stood up.  He grabbed the Fat Lady from the table and walked over to Gloria,  shaking her hand enthusiastically.  She returned it with a confident smile.  "So when do I start?"

She took out her key and unlocked the door, turning back to him briefly.  "Now."

As Gloria opened the door, she reached into the cleft of her suit and spotted two officers that stood outside.  The officers had been trying to get into the Interrogation Room after she had closed them off with her gadgets.  She swiftly pulled out a black Glock with a Silencer and fired two shots into both of the officers' chest, watching them fall to the ground beside each other.

"Holy crap," Rad said in shock, as he watched the bodies collapse the floor.  "What the hell is this?"

"Relax, they're tranquilizer bullets.  I trust you have some similar feature with the Fat Lady's bolts?"

"Yeah, of course.  Wait...how'd you know what I call it?"

"Trust me.  We did our research."

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