[spoiler]Lo and behold, I'm back.[/spoiler]
[b][ ]'s Hideout, ???, Neo-Centra[/b]
Stephenson wakes up with a splitting headache, a stab wound in his stomach, a hunger bordering on famine, and amnesia.
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*You are surrounded by computer banks, the normally faint humming of machinery now a deafening roar to your ears. A desk with a computer monitor and keyboard stands next to you, the monitor dark*
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Stephenson stands up shakily, and decides to fetch some food from.... wherever he can find it. After a few feet of walking, he nearly trips over an immaculate specimen of a sub sandwich, lying on the floor. The detective does the sensible thing, unwraps the sandwich,and scarfs it down. Then he realizes it expired two weeks ago. [i]Yay. Food poisoning![/i] The detective passes out again.
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*A faint beeping wakes him up, the noise coming from a small communicator on the desk*
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Stephenson picks up the device. [i]Hello! I don't seem to remember who you are right now. Could you refresh my memory, and stop leaving three-week old sandwiches on the ground? Thanks.[/i]
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[i]I could, yes. Check the fridge.[/i] *The old, familiar robotic voice comes over the channel*
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Stephenson heats up some takeout from the fridge. [i]Now, who exactly are you, and who am I?[/i]
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Edited by TwiggierTiger22: 10/12/2015 12:49:58 AM[i]An old enemy you would call me. Your name was once Crane, Agent of the Overwatch. Unfortunately, you were somebody else before then. Stephenson, I believe.[/i]
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[i]Ok, sure. I remember that. I also remember... somebody else.[/i]
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[i]Really? Do tell.[/i]
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Stephenson shakes his head. [i]A girl. I remember a girl. She saved my life. Twice now. First time I've loved someone in...[/i] He trails off. [i]She's gone, like Evelyn. And I can't remember her face.[/i]
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[i]Hmm. She might have escaped the fight you two were in. I saw a trail of blood and some missing clothes. I found you in the corner of the room, bleeding out. She must have thought you were dead.[/i]
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Stephenson grimaces. [i]It's likely. I shot that... thing that was after us. He's dead, right?[/i]
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[i]Whatever it was, it's nothing but a pile of dust. Also, I made sure to grab as much as I could before the authorities came. It wasn't much.[/i]
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Stephenson nods. [i]Good. Dust means dead. Permanently. A body would just disappear. Now, [b]where[/b] exactly am I?[/i]
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[i]Neo-Centra. An old base of mine. Try to keep it intact until I come back. Also, I'm bringing company.[/i] *The comm tab falls silent with that final remark* [spoiler]You know that post with 233 replies? Moving to there for now.[/spoiler]
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Stephenson sits back in the swivel chair and flips the holovis. [b]On this episode of [i]Hoarders: Buried Alive...[/i][/b] [b]Them Li-zords is a-comin' for mah kitties!! Even the dead ones in the fridge![/b] [i]Ohhh, that's disgusting.[/i]
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[spoiler]I'm back.[/spoiler] *In the front of the warehouse, something makes a muted -thump-*
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[spoiler]Good to hear.[/spoiler] Stephenson perks up. [i]Hello? Anyone there?[/i] He pats his pockets for his pistol and finds nothing. After a frantic few seconds, he secures a rubber camping mallet and begins to search the apartment.
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"Put that down, it's not like you could hit me with it." *The voice from the comm tab comes from right behind Stephenson. As he turns in surprise a cloaked figure, two red eyes staring down at him, leans against the doorway* "Well? Aren't you going to thank your host?"
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Stephenson whirls. [i]Oh.. uh... Sure! Thanks for letting me stay. Did you find her?[/i]
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"Unfortunately, no. She was nowhere to be found. Unless you count a masked klutz. I much doubt your friend was her."
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[i]I'm afraid not. That means she's... dead, then.[/i] The detective deflates slightly and sinks into a nearby chair. [i]Dang-nabit. Just when I get my life back together.[/i] He chokes up and stares into the air in front of him.
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"Dead? Highly unlikely. But, yes it is possible." *The figure nods* "Now, can you remember my name? Or is it still just a blank in your mind?"