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Simon Says
Chapter 1: Hot Heads
"Well, get it right! We can't have this deal falling through because of your goddamned incompetence! You got that? Good, I'll talk to you later, don't bother
me with something like this again!" Kerry Shaw flipped down his phone and sighed. "I can't believe what an idiot that guy is!" he thought. His phone rang, "What
the HELL do you want now?!"
"Ah, ah! Is that any way to answer a phone?" A deep, raspy voice asked.
"Who the Hell is this?" Kerry demanded, bewildered by the fact that his employee's number had shown up on the caller I.D., and clearly this was NOT his employee, lest it was a horrible attempt at a prank call. "How did you get this number? Answer me, damn it!"
"We're going to play a little game, Kerry." The voice said. "Ever hear o...." he was cut off by Kerry's sharp voice.
"How the Hell do you know my name?"
"DO NOT INTERRUPT ME! Now, we are going to play a game, you follow the rules and you live. I'll give you three chances, I believe that people make mistakes, I'm willing to compromise, so long as you atone for them. Now, I wan..." again he was cut off by a livid Kerry Shaw.
"Wait just a second! What the Hell are you talking about? A game? What, are we 12 years old again? I don't have the fucking time for this!"
"I told you not to interrupt me! That's one strike! Now, just to show you that I mean business, I'm going to give you a little show." he said as Kerry stood up to look around, trying to find his hidden assailant, "why don't you look out your office's east window?" Shaw's office sat at the top of a 40 story penthouse, he was a CEO of a multi-billion dollar company, TamTex, that dealt with unemployment claims. Kerry walked over to the east window.
"This better be worth my while..." He thought to himself. "HOLY SHIT!" Kerry yelled as he watched the scaffolding from a nearby building come crashing down on top of a group of construction workers, crushing the lot of them instantly.
"You will share the same fate if you don't comply! You've seen what I can do, so don't cross me! Just play my game and I'll leave you alone, got it?"
Kerry frowned, "What are you? Some kinda psycho? What, are you so lonely and depressed that you have to go around killing people for a kick? You are a sick bastard!" Kerry began searching frantically for the man behind the voice, maybe he was in a building across the street?
"That's strike TWO! Mr. Shaw, you are starting to upset me." The man spat, "I told you to just follow the rules! Now, I'm going to give you one more chance to play this game, do what I say, it's not quantum physics! Play the game and live!"
Defeated, Kerry sat down at his desk chair, "all right, I'll play your stupid game." He sighed, "OK, what do you want me to do?" "this is ridiculous!"
"Good! I'm glad you've come to your senses." There was a smile in his voice now. "Now I want you to go to the elevator and push the down button, when you step into the elevator, turn around and push the two button."
Kerry rolled his eyes, "OK, that's simple enough..." He walked over to the elevator and pushed the down button, waited for the double door to open, walked in, and turned around to press the two button. He looked at the keypad, puzzled. "Uh, the numbers are ALL two's!" he said into the phone, "Which one do I press?"
"No questions!" The voice commanded, "Just do what I told you!"
Shaw started to panic, "which one do i push?" he said to himself. He studied each "two" button carefully, trying to find any imperfections or differences in them. Finally he gave up, closed his eyes and pushed the button on the top of the second column of buttons.
The last thing Kerry Shaw heard, aside from his own screams, were the words "Simon did'nt say!" The second he pressed the two button, there was a click and the whole elevator instantly went up in a roaring explosion. If the explosion didn't kill Kerry, the 100 foot fall certainly should have, but if that didn't do the job, the ton of steel and debris that fell and crushed the already mangled elevator definitely did.
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When the police dug through the debris on the ground floor of the TamTex office building on 314th st., they found the charred remains of Kerry Shaw and a broken, burned up cellular phone. Shaw was the only employee in the buliding that day aside from a few maintenance workers (one of which made the 911 call when her heard the explosion). The building was closed on sundays. The two maintenance people were nowhere near Kerry's office when it happened. They were taken in for questioning and the phoone was taken into the lab for call log retrieval. Neither of the workers spoke English very well and didn't seem suspicious at all, so they were let go after I.D. and fingerprinting to check their criminal records. The last call on the log was from Bradley Tomlin, who was also taken in for questioning, but having talked to Kerry right before he died made him a number one suspect.
The interrogation room was cold and dark. Bradley Tomlin swore he could see his breath as he sat in the chair, waiting for Lieutenant Farley of the Elys City Police Department to come in and question him about the death of his boss, Kerry Shaw. There was a single lamp that hung down from a long, thin chain over a folding table that had a tape recorder on it. Ther door of the room had many huge dents in it, which he guessed were from the head of stubborn criminals who refused to talk. He was very nervous and his mind kep telling him that he was going to die in this tiny room. He thought he could feel the walls getting closer to him, he started having trouble with his breathing. Now taking short, stoccato-ed breaths, Tomlin's heart started beating faster and faster, he could feel it palpitating against his rib cage. He thought he might have a heart attack if he kept on like this, he tried to calm himself down with songs and counting games, but he couldn't help it. It seemed like he had been in the room for hours now, and he wanted out.
Finally, the door swung open, hard, to reveal a tall, broad-shouldered man in a police officer's uniform walked in. Tomlin flinched as Lieutenant Farley shot a gleam at him. Tomlin himself was scrawny and squirrely, about a buck-forty, with a pale complexion and coke-bottle glasses. He wore jeans and a skin-tight salmon-colored T-shirt, and his hair was well groomed and conditioned. He was clearly intimidated by the prescence of Farley, who seemed to tower over him as he walked over to the table and rested his hands on it.
"C c can we get some heat turned on in here, please?" Bradley seemed nervous, "I'm freezing..." Farley stood there and stared at him. "I guess not, but maybe I could have some wa..." he was cut off.
"This conversation will be recorded, I'm only telling you this because I'm required by law to inform you. I don't have a lot of patience, so answer all of my questions quickly and thoroughly." Farley's voice was a booming, deep baritone that bounced off the dank walls of the interrogation room. The next hour was spent on Tomlin telling the Lieutenant about his relationship with his boss and about the last conversation he had with him. After hearing what he had to say, Farley was fairly certain that Tomlin wasn't telling him all he wanted to tell. He didn't think he was the killer, but he wanted to have some fun with this one. "this guy's an easy target anyway," he thought to himself.
"You were tired of being treated badly by him and you planted a bomb in the elevator! You knew he would use it, you KILLED him, didn't you!?! You blew him up because you were FED up!" he bellowed. By now he was standing on Bradley's side, his face inches away.
"NO!" Brad screamed, he was very upset by now, "I...I was... in love with him.." he blushed, then hid his face. Lieutenant Farley did a double take.
"You... what? he asked. There was a less amused look on his face now.
"He was so bossy and commanding! He loved to take charge! It was... sexy to me" Tomlin blurted out.
"Al.. alright, that's all the information I need from you, now get the hell out of my interrogation room (you fairy)," Farley said as he walked over and opened the door for the embarrassed but relieved Bradley Tomlin. Farley escorted him into the the police station lobby and to the front door, thanked him for his time and apologised for his loss, and sent him on his way. He turned around just in time to dodge a young man with a stack of coffee cups, each full of hot chocolate and cappucinos. "GOD DAMNED INTERNS!' Farley spat as he walked back toward his office. He sat down in his chair to relax for a few minutes, and pondered about Shaw's killer and how he covered his tracks so well."I hope this is an isolated incindent," he said, to no one in particular, knowing he had just jinxed himself.
"Sir.. we got another homicide on our hands, female, 29, bullet wound to the right lung. Clean up crew is on the scene, they're having trouble finding the bullet." another police officer said to him.
"Alright, let's get this over with." he said with an annoyed tone.
Chapter 1: Hot Heads
"Well, get it right! We can't have this deal falling through because of your goddamned incompetence! You got that? Good, I'll talk to you later, don't bother
me with something like this again!" Kerry Shaw flipped down his phone and sighed. "I can't believe what an idiot that guy is!" he thought. His phone rang, "What
the HELL do you want now?!"
"Ah, ah! Is that any way to answer a phone?" A deep, raspy voice asked.
"Who the Hell is this?" Kerry demanded, bewildered by the fact that his employee's number had shown up on the caller I.D., and clearly this was NOT his employee, lest it was a horrible attempt at a prank call. "How did you get this number? Answer me, damn it!"
"We're going to play a little game, Kerry." The voice said. "Ever hear o...." he was cut off by Kerry's sharp voice.
"How the Hell do you know my name?"
"DO NOT INTERRUPT ME! Now, we are going to play a game, you follow the rules and you live. I'll give you three chances, I believe that people make mistakes, I'm willing to compromise, so long as you atone for them. Now, I wan..." again he was cut off by a livid Kerry Shaw.
"Wait just a second! What the Hell are you talking about? A game? What, are we 12 years old again? I don't have the fucking time for this!"
"I told you not to interrupt me! That's one strike! Now, just to show you that I mean business, I'm going to give you a little show." he said as Kerry stood up to look around, trying to find his hidden assailant, "why don't you look out your office's east window?" Shaw's office sat at the top of a 40 story penthouse, he was a CEO of a multi-billion dollar company, TamTex, that dealt with unemployment claims. Kerry walked over to the east window.
"This better be worth my while..." He thought to himself. "HOLY SHIT!" Kerry yelled as he watched the scaffolding from a nearby building come crashing down on top of a group of construction workers, crushing the lot of them instantly.
"You will share the same fate if you don't comply! You've seen what I can do, so don't cross me! Just play my game and I'll leave you alone, got it?"
Kerry frowned, "What are you? Some kinda psycho? What, are you so lonely and depressed that you have to go around killing people for a kick? You are a sick bastard!" Kerry began searching frantically for the man behind the voice, maybe he was in a building across the street?
"That's strike TWO! Mr. Shaw, you are starting to upset me." The man spat, "I told you to just follow the rules! Now, I'm going to give you one more chance to play this game, do what I say, it's not quantum physics! Play the game and live!"
Defeated, Kerry sat down at his desk chair, "all right, I'll play your stupid game." He sighed, "OK, what do you want me to do?" "this is ridiculous!"
"Good! I'm glad you've come to your senses." There was a smile in his voice now. "Now I want you to go to the elevator and push the down button, when you step into the elevator, turn around and push the two button."
Kerry rolled his eyes, "OK, that's simple enough..." He walked over to the elevator and pushed the down button, waited for the double door to open, walked in, and turned around to press the two button. He looked at the keypad, puzzled. "Uh, the numbers are ALL two's!" he said into the phone, "Which one do I press?"
"No questions!" The voice commanded, "Just do what I told you!"
Shaw started to panic, "which one do i push?" he said to himself. He studied each "two" button carefully, trying to find any imperfections or differences in them. Finally he gave up, closed his eyes and pushed the button on the top of the second column of buttons.
The last thing Kerry Shaw heard, aside from his own screams, were the words "Simon did'nt say!" The second he pressed the two button, there was a click and the whole elevator instantly went up in a roaring explosion. If the explosion didn't kill Kerry, the 100 foot fall certainly should have, but if that didn't do the job, the ton of steel and debris that fell and crushed the already mangled elevator definitely did.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
When the police dug through the debris on the ground floor of the TamTex office building on 314th st., they found the charred remains of Kerry Shaw and a broken, burned up cellular phone. Shaw was the only employee in the buliding that day aside from a few maintenance workers (one of which made the 911 call when her heard the explosion). The building was closed on sundays. The two maintenance people were nowhere near Kerry's office when it happened. They were taken in for questioning and the phoone was taken into the lab for call log retrieval. Neither of the workers spoke English very well and didn't seem suspicious at all, so they were let go after I.D. and fingerprinting to check their criminal records. The last call on the log was from Bradley Tomlin, who was also taken in for questioning, but having talked to Kerry right before he died made him a number one suspect.
The interrogation room was cold and dark. Bradley Tomlin swore he could see his breath as he sat in the chair, waiting for Lieutenant Farley of the Elys City Police Department to come in and question him about the death of his boss, Kerry Shaw. There was a single lamp that hung down from a long, thin chain over a folding table that had a tape recorder on it. Ther door of the room had many huge dents in it, which he guessed were from the head of stubborn criminals who refused to talk. He was very nervous and his mind kep telling him that he was going to die in this tiny room. He thought he could feel the walls getting closer to him, he started having trouble with his breathing. Now taking short, stoccato-ed breaths, Tomlin's heart started beating faster and faster, he could feel it palpitating against his rib cage. He thought he might have a heart attack if he kept on like this, he tried to calm himself down with songs and counting games, but he couldn't help it. It seemed like he had been in the room for hours now, and he wanted out.
Finally, the door swung open, hard, to reveal a tall, broad-shouldered man in a police officer's uniform walked in. Tomlin flinched as Lieutenant Farley shot a gleam at him. Tomlin himself was scrawny and squirrely, about a buck-forty, with a pale complexion and coke-bottle glasses. He wore jeans and a skin-tight salmon-colored T-shirt, and his hair was well groomed and conditioned. He was clearly intimidated by the prescence of Farley, who seemed to tower over him as he walked over to the table and rested his hands on it.
"C c can we get some heat turned on in here, please?" Bradley seemed nervous, "I'm freezing..." Farley stood there and stared at him. "I guess not, but maybe I could have some wa..." he was cut off.
"This conversation will be recorded, I'm only telling you this because I'm required by law to inform you. I don't have a lot of patience, so answer all of my questions quickly and thoroughly." Farley's voice was a booming, deep baritone that bounced off the dank walls of the interrogation room. The next hour was spent on Tomlin telling the Lieutenant about his relationship with his boss and about the last conversation he had with him. After hearing what he had to say, Farley was fairly certain that Tomlin wasn't telling him all he wanted to tell. He didn't think he was the killer, but he wanted to have some fun with this one. "this guy's an easy target anyway," he thought to himself.
"You were tired of being treated badly by him and you planted a bomb in the elevator! You knew he would use it, you KILLED him, didn't you!?! You blew him up because you were FED up!" he bellowed. By now he was standing on Bradley's side, his face inches away.
"NO!" Brad screamed, he was very upset by now, "I...I was... in love with him.." he blushed, then hid his face. Lieutenant Farley did a double take.
"You... what? he asked. There was a less amused look on his face now.
"He was so bossy and commanding! He loved to take charge! It was... sexy to me" Tomlin blurted out.
"Al.. alright, that's all the information I need from you, now get the hell out of my interrogation room (you fairy)," Farley said as he walked over and opened the door for the embarrassed but relieved Bradley Tomlin. Farley escorted him into the the police station lobby and to the front door, thanked him for his time and apologised for his loss, and sent him on his way. He turned around just in time to dodge a young man with a stack of coffee cups, each full of hot chocolate and cappucinos. "GOD DAMNED INTERNS!' Farley spat as he walked back toward his office. He sat down in his chair to relax for a few minutes, and pondered about Shaw's killer and how he covered his tracks so well."I hope this is an isolated incindent," he said, to no one in particular, knowing he had just jinxed himself.
"Sir.. we got another homicide on our hands, female, 29, bullet wound to the right lung. Clean up crew is on the scene, they're having trouble finding the bullet." another police officer said to him.
"Alright, let's get this over with." he said with an annoyed tone.
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