 |
 |
|
|
|
 |
 |
||
 |
 |
 |
|
|
Journals: Book 1, Entry 15 “The Box” "On the seventh dawn of the seventh day / A twice blessed man will roam the fields / Doomed to shadows with his brethren / Or savior to all who walk the ground" Seems like forever since they took Hannah away from me and made me a fugitive…but the pain is still there – always – boiling inside. In life, Hannah gave me strength. In death, she gives me the will to keep fighting until I’ve beaten every single one of the Gua. Told Eddie I was going to Oakland to do some preliminary investigating of possible alien activity, but I caught a boxcar to Chicago instead. I wanted to visit Hannah’s grave. It was our anniversary. Hannah would’ve said going back to Chicago was a stupid move, that the cops would be all over me. She’d say deep down I wanted to get caught. Maybe she was right… The cops pinched me right in the cemetery and hauled me in for questioning. I found myself in the interrogation room – or "the box" as it’s called. Detectives Ludlow and Olanski played good cop/bad cop, trying to pin me to a few of their unsolved murders while they waited for the sheriff to come take me back to jail. To put it in cop parlance, Olanski had a bit of a "hand problem" – meaning his hand kept smacking my face, despite the presence of a video camera in the room. Goes with the territory, I guess. Ludlow played it cool, got me some food and let me make a phone call. I dialed Eddie. Wanted to make sure it was really the cops who got me, not the aliens. Eddie said I was logged into the police computers, which made me relax a little – figured Ludlow and Olanski were on the level. Thought maybe I could give them my alien pitch and make them listen… Then I remembered how hard of hearing cops can be. Olanski didn’t care about the Gua. He unplugged the video camera, and beat the crap outta me. Then outta nowhere, Ludlow grabbed his partner around the neck and twisted hard. Olanski fell to the floor with a broken neck…and I was stuck in the box with an alien. Ludlow wanted to know about the Nostradamus book. Guess the aliens were getting worried about my recent success at kicking butt. His good cop routine was gone and I got another pummeling. Ludlow phoned an alien cohort – they had my Uncle Harry, and were giving him the same treatment I was getting, but no way could I give up the book. Ludlow turned away for a moment, and I was able to grab a packet of salt off the lunch tray and dump it in his coffee. I pulled out a pick I kept in the seam of my jeans and unlocked the cuffs. Hands free, I got the drop on Ludlow as the salt in his coffee started make him woozy. Cuffed him to the chair and reconnected the video camera. I had a few questions of my own about the alien operations on Earth, about the second wave, and about Hannah’s murder. Ludlow and the aliens pissed off the wrong guy, and I was gonna get it all on videotape. It was time for my interrogation… “The Box” Writer: Chris Brancato Director: George Mendeluk Executive Producers: Francis Ford Coppola, Larry Sugar Created by: Chris Brancato Guest Stars: Aaron Pearl as Detective Olanski, John Novak as Detective Ludlow. |
|
||||||||
|
