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The Black Folder; scifi finished
Topic Started: Apr 14 2007, 09:43 PM (135 Views)
Holocollector
Christmas is Coming
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This is meant to be a satire, the ending should give it away.
The Black Folder

The shards of ice fell, and then they became snow. Snowflakes dropping slowly never made you think of inclement weather. But they brought good thoughts, he took out the thermometer. Trying to read what was on today’s weather report. But the mercury liquid kept moving up and down. If this was the prognosis it was not good.

The technology at this age was as unpredictable as the weather. The city had dome shapes and geometric shapes. Kevin’s room was one in high maintenance yellow papers, white papers, stamped papers. And his building was small simple enough to sift out the little nuances of winter. And it so happened he hit a black folder the color of obsidian. His quick search cracked the only camera holographic camera he had. The black folder was ominous but he took it with him. Maybe he had forgotten something. Like one of those times you were you sure something else was on your mind. Checking the calendar, today it was his shift.

Even though he had a fuzzy feeling about the black folder and the weather outside, he went to the first floor lobby. He felt good pressure of being good at two jobs that’s how he had comfort.

The city was never that distracting. This room had the shape of an octagon, this city called Willow City. It was one that prided itself in architectural looks. The room was memorable alright; right now he was receiving a call from the lobby in this place. The mirror floor made him see himself. But that phone-call was for a job he thought. But what job, he had more than one? Everyone did now.

He knew the voice on the line. She was there in the lobby. A red-haired lady with long hair. Julia Spector was her name, first class impression was usually what she wanted.

“Hello Kevin I want you to sell the house at David Street. That Hill mansion is very well known for a murder that took there very recently. There is a group of thugs there demanding money for entrance. We want you to take advantage and cover the whole story. You should have a black folder deep in your office (this was true Kevin took it without much notice). The police are not interested in the case they stated, any citizen can solve the case on their own grounds, the city ran well on its own (it needed the occasional help). Both Kevin and Julia worked in more or less a family company. “Kevin don’t mess up our business.” But knowing how she thought Kevin knew she’d go to the ends of the earth to get a contract even if it involved getting rid of thugs. That is it all came down to a realtor contract. But how did Julia know about the murder.

“I will do it,” he said. The message that was here had traveled fast with only in a check-in. The temperature of the room and the ergonomics gave a feeling of easiness of space
His old camera was broken dealing with thugs was another matter. After he ransacked the room and broke it finding the black folder. Julia’s talent was one of the riskier people at the realty business. “This case could mess them up crazy good.”

He grew sweaty on his forehead. Nothing could mysteriously change his mind. It would though if things got under hand maybe he would.


He took out his briefcase to get an idea of the case. The camera they had was broken. And now there was one more mess of folders, the black one being one. It was stuffed with nothing but blank pages. “I’ll let you handle the case, keep that black folder at all circumstances she said. I bought it underground as government property in the crime world. Do not misuse it or it will cost your life. It records crimes.”

Kevin knew many things of the underhanded world, that there was a government underground. That thugs were going to make his realtor job harder. But he was always paid big for good jobs he thought. This was no exception.

It started snowing snowflakes again.

*********************Subway***************************
“Hello there.” He said to the passenger. “The weather is good here even if we are deep down here even in the underground. Not to mention my co-worker said to get a new camera. The snowflakes outside really make for a cold spell. Who in their right mind would go out today?

And of course he knew that answer, there were only two passengers in the monorail. Him and Matt. Kevin was tempted to touch the black folder. But only faintly he had a clue of why they gave it to him. That it had helped save a case that had just one fragment of evidence, and in another it had killed a person. If Julia really meant what she said, the odds must have been low like snowflakes falling in the summer air. But Kevin knew that realty came down to personal relations and no fancy crime-solving.

He took a peek into the folder, the only person there was just a citizen maybe from Willow City the place he came from. And when he looked into the black folder, fear grasped him. It was like something took hold of him, and for some strange reason his feelings exploded. He felt he needed to get into the mansion. Pass those thugs and trash them up with whatever and destroy the street people. Maybe suppress them and if that didn’t succeed kill them.

The subway stopped right now. It was as if Kevin was under a spell. And the thugs went berserk, when they hit their stop. For he did the very obvious to anyone who was a curious as he was. He both loved and hated the black folder. “We will let you pass they said. You don’t need to pay us a thing.” After examining the black folder. Some ran right into the subway. Going to take the express maybe to solve a case. “He heard one the thugs then say, “we won’t stop you, we want this case.”

Then after an hour he had awakened under it. And now he knew every word meant.

The black folder was a demon tool.






******Underground******

Many places change. But the underground world was an exception. Kevin was born under two governments the upper and lower that severed relations. That’s because he had privileges in both without them knowing.

His cell phone rung, he was going to tell her why he was leaving. “Go now to the mansion I am near an agreement, remember the police are still not on the case, do as you would. Did you get the camera that you needed for the crime? “

“Yes he said, unkindly. I have enough work as it is. I know that demon folder is getting to me. If something happens you're going to have to answer. ”

“Do not let it read your thoughts, keep it in the briefcase. This case seems as if it has been more like a match with thugs I know. But this crime needs a black police folder. It is not as bad as you think; the folder reads what you think at the scene of the crime.”

“But it entered my mind. Memories are memories and nothing bad has happened before. I know this place like the back of my hand. I’ve heard that same underground music, the music up there, that music was popular ten years ago. The camera is rusted but supposedly works. And the food here, that’s god too. But while I am enjoying myself, I don’t like this part of my job.”

He left the phone call there was static. He tried destroying the black folder, it was indestructible. It was odd but the newer items always seem to be the best items. Down when it came to use and satisfaction. But not this folder. But now he asked for a camera, a guy came with a slightly rusted camera. This time the thugs came again. Some of the ones that had snapped out of the black folder looked at him oddly. But they were fearful and never got near them.

The clerk of the camera shop got his pistol and shot them with a pistol-like teaser. It neutralized them. “There you got no more problems.” The street bandits fell like flies, they would awake some moments afterwards. Kevin didn’t care he just wanted to have more control of what happening to him.

He went on his way to the address at the mansion where the other street bandits, guarded the door. And he took something new.
**********The Case of the Black Folder****************
Some of the houses here were green. Light green. All of a different appearance, he could see them. If you got closer to them the houses lighted up. Since he was on the sidewalk he could see them light up in a flash. Apparently it lighted to welcome people at night time. But Kevin didn’t feel welcomed at all; it was as if he had been awakened. But he was get red-faced. He was not going to do this case again.

A person stopped by asking for directions. The realtor detective had walked some blocks noticing little things. Always wondering where what that place he wanted to go. The only place he needed to go. The Hill Mansion for his job.

“No I came here with some simple directions. But I can help you, let me get my briefcase.” He got some papers from his briefcase and explained to him. Now that he had a detailed map. The map became holographic, and he knew immediately where to go. The hologram showed the whole dimensions of the sector and zone.”

“I already called the police they will be on my way,” a cell phone message said, Kevin knew what that meant, Julia Spector was on her way.

“I know I’ve dealt with them before. I’ve even gone to the underground market.” Then he started thinking many unusual things happen but they are what they are. They are the only ones in the world like that, and the government can’t take that away.

He was outside when a car exploded into the front entrance it was Julia Spector. The thugs got out of the way the tires screeching on the pavement. He got to the front portion and entrance of the house, it had fountains of water that fell from the hands of statues. Rooms upon rooms. And a nice outdoor view. It had the two standard gargoyles at the entrance. They seemed to grimace at you when you passed by the door.

The thugs were at the front entrance at the house asking for money but obviously it all changed. Kevin hit a ride on the car after stunning the street thugs with the taser-pistol that was his new gift. He was almost there. Teaser, shot, zap. The camera was pretty handy.

And for the ones that didn’t battle with him. They left in a scurry.

They tried to get it to work as he made his way now that they had what the Julia handed to him. The police approached arriving at the scene.

Now into the house he made his way breaking into the house. And managed to find his way into the crime scene. Kevin took pictures of the wrecked scene and even unpacking everything. He even took pictures of all the features of the house, and even he unpacked, the realtor papers, the camera, and of course the black folder. All property of Kevin. Julia was doing her best to seal the doors and even handed some of her belonging to them saying that the police would be here soon.

His connections to the underground world got him this far, Kevin at last opened the black folder, the pages in it were not blank. Now all that was inked were his thoughts and the crime report. Using the rest of the equipment, he knew everything of what it was now, police records and everything. The murdered was a diplomat, and the funny things is the place had two murders from years ago. It was only within minutes that the case closed. The thugs outside made their way into the moonlight. Just because it was a favor didn’t mean kevin would do it again. And the police would soon be here and Julia Specter was now at his side. For the sirens sounded off, and Kevin’s every thought was on that black folder down to Julia’s wits and ambition.

Ten years later that the same crime had happened under the guidance of the black folder and the underground patents of the folder were kept lose. The police officers at the scene said that technology in willow city had advanced to its apex and suffered a crash. The realty business became two crime solvers at a scene and in business to sell to elite customers. The technology of some underground street thugs had succeeded at winning the trust of the police force.
Note: My english writing skills need work so don´t even think of asking me to change it entirely or relearn my english (the impossible). I don´t like the signature, I willl eventually add a picture.
 
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