Guardian Angels

The Greater Good.

Well I can add almost fucking sacrificed to the list of things I’ve dealt with in Section. Along with chased by a demon, that box in Calderdale and being attacked by a reanimated body and causing the death of Spike.

The vicar obviously blames me for his death. This friendly who is not even a full Agent is judging me. How dare he does that. He doesn’t know what happened that night, he doesn’t know that yes I blame myself as well. Survivor’s guilt they call it. It is a reason why I drink. He wouldn’t know.

I can’t have any more agents die on my watch, Ryder, Kurtz and The Vicar are all badly injured and I need to try and fix em up. I’m tempted to do the right thing if I’m called to do so. If this guy wants to sacrifice me maybe I should allow it. IF IT MEANS THE OTHERS LIVE. Not that I want to die. Just for the greater good.

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Newcastle

Well we’re in Newcastle. The others told me what I missed whilst I was hungover again in the last hotel, something about chanting and other strange behaviour.
I’ve booked some cheap rooms in Newcastle and filled out yet another expenses form.

The others went to actually do some investigating. I stayed in my room and had more than a swift drink. I got a text that was signed Spike. I panicked and threw my phone at the wall.
I met the others ready to do some leadership. We’ve all gone our separate ways to do what was needed. I went with the Professor to scope out the church. Saw Ryder there who went I assume round the back. I left the car and made my way to the front and managed to blend my way into the church…..

…….This woman stopped me. A smiley woman called Joyce. She asked me what I’m doing here. I panicked and just said I need help and that you help people. Made up that I was homeless and that I left Scotland. I’m crap at lying but she believed me and she asked if I needed somewhere to stay. I just said yes and she led me away to the dorms after I said I needed a bed for the night. Bugger I’m now possibly at risk of being recruited and the others don’t know I’m here.

I need a drink.

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Religion and Alcohol

There is a new recruit in Section. A vicar who was known to Spike. Yes really I had to laugh at that. Still should be useful since we’re “religion” hunting. Still miss Spike tho, I do most days.

I’m still in charge and using my real name again. I’ll keep Fitzgerald as an alias tho. My mind is not on work but where I’ll get the chance to drink. The last thing I want to to show I’m weak and unstable, but the reality is I am a fucking mess. Not the perfect daughter mum and dad wanted. I’m​ certain I’m a disappointment so I’ll ignore them.

The day was spent investigating this offshoot religious group. Found an office they rented in Leeds. Nothing remarkable, just was gutted. Plenty of pledge cards in boxes ready to give out to people who are vulnerable to this. One had blood on it.
We’ve gone to the estate agents​ who have advertised it to let. I just want to have a drink. I need it. I could find a pub, big city Leeds. I could make up something to tell the others and then just hold up in a pub. I doubt they’d question me as I’m in charge here.

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Home.

I was in Royal Edinburgh hospital. Could have stayed at Leeds General Infirmary. I wanted to be closer to home. I spent a week there recovering from the injuries sustained in Richmond.
Nobody knew I was here so I had no visitors. It did allow me to think about everything that has happened.
I discharged myself after a week under the guise I knew what’s best for me.

I sat at home and I turned my phone off. I had flashbacks to all my work so far in Section. Orkney, Calderdale and Richmond, as well as being close to death and Spike. I needed to permanently block out these thoughts, I feel broken. I needed to forget everything. I found myself going to my fridge and found a bottle of red wine. I just opened it and drunk it. I could not stop. That became a daily occurrence. I needed​ to drink more each day. It became my clutch.

I got a a conference call from Section to confirm the new mission. I got a lift to Leeds from Edinburgh to meet up with the others. I packed a flask of whisky with me, to take to this new mission. Whatever it might be.

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Spike

Spike he’s dead. He died trying to save me. He died near me. I’m used to seeing dead bodies but seeing someone you know, nothing prepares you for that. He died on my watch whilst I once again escaped death.

I found him annoying at times during missions but still I really liked him. Maybe more in an annoying friends way. I did think about wanting to make it more than that. I decided against it, would have gotten messy.

He won’t be calling me telling me mission information he’s found or leaving me voicemails. Making sure he’s still kept involved whilst out on his bike. I thought the bike would be the death of him, not this. Not a re animated body. I am assuming that I won’t need to do an autopsy on him, We know how he died.

The mission has changed, no longer find the body but to follow up on leads and find out what is going on.

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Thurlmere

D.I. Thurlmere. I really like him. I respect him, always have done, I always ensure that I do whatever​ he says and respect the fact that he should be contacted when it is important. I have made it an order for the others not to contact him, as we don’t bug him. I don’t want to anger Thurlmere and ruin the start of this professional relationship. You need to keep people on side.

I am still wondering why this missing body is important. Is there a reason I don’t know? Is Thurlmere hiding something? Regardless I’d believe him and that angers meI get my phone and type 09978346652 (I did not save the number on my work phone) He answered​ as I explained what has happened. Yes he knew about the missing body and that they still want it. I explained about the second body and it is not wanted. I listen to his instructions and hang up.

I head back to the others and just say that Thurlmere wants us to burn the body.

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Body number two.

Alcohol. It helps me forget things. I do like a glass of wine. There is nothing wrong with that. This job needs me to block things out. You see things nobody else should see. That stays with you the longer you’re here.
I’m getting better at this leadership thing. My trick is to let them do what they need to do, but to okay it with me. It works for me, but it has to be done by the book. I want to show I am a capable person.
Autopsy done and samples taken. Cause of death asphyxiation with a broken spine. Some of my best work. I’m not normally that good. A body can tell you a story. It makes me more calm, dealing with a cadaver than with a living human. Always been the case.
Took the professor to the station to do tests on some clothes that were found at the scene of the suicide of Jane Doe. He wanted more information on Khalid Arkram. The man who had his car stolen.

We ended up at the pub for a few drinks and to find some rooms. Section won’t like the expenses form (Four rooms, food and a fair bit of alcohol). I went up to my room but could not sleep. I then got a call from Kurtz, something was attacking him and Ryder. I left the phone on and quickly put on a jacket over my shorts and vest, got my shoes and ran up to them in the morgue.
There is Kurtz with his trousers down and Ryder pinning down the copse I saw earlier. Fucking hell I think we have a lead I think as I feel more of my sanity going.

If I survive this This will be reported to Section.

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As close as the Shadows

The human mind is the best computer but sometimes its known to go into meltdown very quickly.

And it’s the last thing you expect sometimes… she was the last person to be unsure. I’ve watch the others flounder and fall by the wayside.

All of the things she has faced in her time and the last two ops could have broken her… although I’ve heard rumours about the number of times she’s been down to the lab over that box.

I’m surprised that the last thing, with all she has done, she would be intimidated by is command.

I’m glad I’m out of the way… the good thing about Mac was that, for a handler, he didn’t have an ego… but whoever the military officer is… well I have a feeling that it should be ME that ducks when he shoots (Kurtz really needs to remind me to remove Ops files off his personal phone).

I found something interesting… someone has placed a standard key-logger on the system… easily disabled… what was interesting though was a virtual film over all points where input and output is given that sends all information … unusual in the sense that all Section’s Tech until this point is adequate but outdated. This is sophisticated, elegant, not Switch’s handiwork… this is grace… I’d like to meet this one.

The only advantage, it needs an internet connection to send so I can disable it… there an extra 0.1% processing power.

This virus’s is good if a little outdated… it’s a good thing the most knowledgeable of Shadow-ware is my sister… but thanks to Alice (Active Location Intelligent Command Emulator) it is only being a minor annoyance.

Ahh… got it… three frames…

… this is impossible… it can’t be?

“Tara, I have a time of death… 1:31 am”

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Agent in charge

Well, bugger I’m the Agent in charge. How the hell did that happen?

Got the call whilst at home was told I was to perform an autopsy on a young woman who committed suicide and Section had an interest in the body. Yeah, they also wanted me to bring the body to em.
I packed a bag quickly and left for Richmond.

I was working with Spike again. The first time since Calderdale. He was going to ensure the computer is blacked out whilst I got the body. Spoke to Dr Alex Martin and make some pleasantries before he told me the autopsy for the original body would not be possible. He showed me the other body. Dammit, this situation charged v quickly. Maybe Section knew. Anyway, I was now tasked with finding out what happened.
I also met Kurtz and two new agents a Ryder and a Prof Eric. The two new guys must have seen something weird to be here. I explained what was the situation and what needed doing. Also opened up to Spike out of all people because I’m in too deep. I’m not used to this. He did help me feel better. Sometimes he can be a nice guy. I really like him. (Best not tell him that)

I also told him I’m using a fake name. Dr Tara Fitzgerald for this op……

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The Box

The box.

I have no idea what most of the others are doing but Spike seemed to believe he needed to come with me. I shouted this at him and I actually do not feel bad for doing so.
I tried to get in and as I forgot the code word Spike mentioned it and it allowed us to go in. Once I suited up and decontaminated myself I went in.

The hall was quiet. To be honest I don’t know what I expected. Still I enjoyed the silence as I looked around. I expected Spike to ruin this moment and run it. Thankfully he did not. I climbed up onto the stage and after some looking, I found a box. This box was made of brass or something and was not set at right angles. There was some marks on it and it might have been glowing. I tried to move the box along, just to see if it moved. I tried this several times before stopping. Upon further inspection I saw the marks that looked like what them little droids might have used. I touched the box with my gloves on and got a little shock. I then took my glove off and placed my finger in a groove.

The sensation was odd but quite nice from what I could remember. I felt cold but in control of myself. I know it was not natural but this was something that could be pretty dam important and I found it. (And people wonder why I’m in the section) I really want a cigarette but can’t due to the clean up. I take the box and find a photocopier box and lid and take it with me. During this time I heard a noise.

I went outside expecting to see Spike but he sodding left me here. A member of the section just said that he rode off and left me here. I asked where he went and if I can get a lift. I was told he went to the reservoir. I got a lift to the pub and told a car was there.

Once at the pub I saw the car left there. I had a look to see if one of them was stupid enough to leave the key there. Surprisingly someone did leave the key in the ignition. I thank the group from afar and placed thee box in the front seat and buckled it in. I lit a cigarette and got into the car and made my way to the reservoir.

Once there I saw the others and Spike. I wanted to shout at him but chose not to. I mention that I found something in the church hall and opened the photocopier box to show it. I explained that I found it hidden away from clean up and that I touched it and that whilst I was not under control I felt cold but also like I was in a trip or dream. It felt really nice and peaceful.

Some of the guys had gone up to Stoodley Pike to check things out but it seemed like it was time to head back to section for a debrief.

We were at section ready to share information. Aliens were mentioned but I said that it seemed people were being experimented on with the idea of improving them. This fitted in with Sean Medows the Hulk. Spike then just spoke and was about to mention the box but Fred shouted that I should speak about it. I explained that I found this box in the church hall and it did not seem natural. I then mentioned that I touched it. The others seemed shocked. I once again tried to explain the effects of it and how I felt. It was to be locked away somewhere away from people.

We were told that we can go home and try to enjoy Christmas. I made my way to Piccadilly station and booked a ticket back to Edinburgh. Got a bottle of wine and a plastic glass and waited for my train back up.

I lit up a cigarette and rang section for a therapy session over the phone. I tell them how I’m feeling and how this felt compared to Orkney. I also mention that I’m sleeping well again. They just told me to relax and take time out.

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