Alley, A Lie
Thorne shut the briefcase, and tossed a fiver on the table. It
was double the price of his sushi, but with the money he was about
to make, the extra expense wouldn't be a problem. He walked toward
the door, but stopped at a public vidphone booth. The anonymity
of the booth would be preferable to his easily traceable home phone.
He walked in, propping the briefcase against the side, and pulled
out his list of contacts. He took off his brown leather jacket,
and placed it over the camera lens. He dialed a number, and an automated
answering system picked up. "Enter your party's extension now."
He entered a three-digit number, and heard another automated message,
"Enter your access code." Thorne entered a ten-digit number.
He finally heard a human's voice, "Mr. Holden? Is something
wrong with your lens?" It was a twenty-year-old man, probably
an intern, working as a secretary for the LAPD.
Thorne looked at his false identity: Dave Holden, thirty-year-old
Blade Runner. "Yeah, I'm at a public vidphone, and it's busted.
I'm looking for some files, I wonder if you can patch me through
to the ESPER."
"Sure thing. Just a minute." Thorne sat waiting in silence
for a minute. After a bit, the man asked, "What are you looking
for Mr. Holden, if you don't mind me asking."
It couldn't hurt telling him, "I'm looking for some information
on some potential replicants at the Tyrell Corporation, just want
to see if we have anything."
"You hear about the guy there, just committed suicide because
he thought he was a rep."
Thorne suddenly took notice. "Who was it?"
He saw the man look to the side, checking a console. "Uh, Michael
Lee, name mean anything to you."
"Thanks," Thorne said, "Don't worry about the esper."
He disconnected. Thorne put on his coat, picked up the briefcase
and walked out of the booth.
He needed a spinner, needed to get to the Tyrell building, before
the police started to cover it up. One of his targets was already
dead, and the other two were probably at the death scene. There
was already too much publicity surrounding one of the deaths, but
he could finish the other two quickly, then collect the pay, and
be finished.
Thorne paid the spinner taxi driver, then walked toward the cordoned
off area where Lee had jumped to his death. A small crowd had gathered
around, and two police officers struggled to keep them outside the
ring of caution tape. Thorne nonchalantly stepped under the tape,
but was stopped short by the police.
"Sir, this is a restricted area."
Thorne reached into his pocket and pulled out a fake FBI ID, praying
they wouldn't examine it closely. The officer stared at it for a
moment, prompting Thorne to ask, "You have a problem with this?
Do I need to get the Deputy Director on the phone." His mix
of sarcasm and complete disillusionment with the world created the
character of Alan Thorne, twenty-year FBI man.
"Oh no, sorry sir," he said apologetically. "Captain
Stiles is right next to the building."
"Thanks," Thorne said walking away, an edge on his voice.
No tactic had worked better for getting into areas that should have
been restricted than sounding annoyed. Thorne checked behind him,
and saw the guards were otherwise occupied. He walked toward a Blade
Runner, who was questioning someone. Glenn Mironova judging from
the picture Omni had given him.
Thorne had an air of authority about him that made it easy to stand
unnoticed, and observe the proceedings. "That's when you arrived
there, isn't it Mr. Mironova?"
"Yeah, I saw Mike about to jump, and I tried to stop him, but
he was gone. He had made up his mind. Once he wasn't sure he was
human, that was when he died. This was just finishing it?"
"But you don't think he's a replicant? Was a replicant I mean."
The Blade Runner stared into Glenn's eyes, hoping to catch a hint
of the blush response, a preliminary VK test.
"No, I've known him for twenty years, and he's been a human
the whole time. Do you think Tyrell would let replicants run his
corporation? Besides, the four years would have been up long ago."
Memory implants. Thorne knew it.
The Blade Runner thanked him and walked away. Thorne walked to Mironova,
and flashed his FBI ID. "I just gave a statement," Mironova
said, growing annoyed.
"I'm going to need to get a brief recording from you."
He did not look happy. "For the federal record, I'm sorry,
but it'll just take a minute."
Reluctantly he followed Thorne away from the crime scene. "My
car's on the other side of the street, we can cut through here,"
he said pointing to an alley. Halfway in, Thorne pulled his gun
and fired four bullets. Mironova was dead before the third bullet
hit him. His body slumped against the wall bleeding.
Easy money, Thorne thought. He didn't even bother to cover the scene,
only dropped a locator beacon onto the corpse. Omni would take care
of cleanup. One to go.
He walked forward, out of the alley. As he exited the alley, someone
shouted to him, "You shouldn't have taken the job, Thorne."
He turned and saw Byron Joseph standing there, pointing a gun at
him. He wore a long coat, and was put together neatly.
Thorne reached for his gun, but was too slow. He barely felt the
bullet, only a stinging in his stomach. When he looked down at his
hand it was covered with his blood.
Joseph stared at him. "My two best friends died today, one
committed suicide, and you killed the other. I'm not going to get
revenge for Michael, but Glenn would have wanted me to do this."
Joseph pushed the gun to Thorne's head, and Thorne prepared for
death. Every hitman eventually winds up on the wrong end of a gun,
he thought. If only he had gotten to Joseph earlier.
"I should have been done..."
"You are done," Joseph said, his finger slowly tensing
on the trigger.
"Please..." Thorne pleaded.
"No," Joseph said, but immediately after Thorne heard
a shotgun fire, and Joseph's head exploded in a cloud of blood.
Joseph's dead body fell to his knees, revealing Glenn Mironova and
Byron Joseph. Mironova held a smoking shotgun in his hand.
"But you're dead?" Thorne questioned, trying to remain
conscious as his blood loss increased. His head fell back and hit
the ground, and he saw only black.
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Dead Body
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Wakes Up
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and Mironova
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