Down in the Bayou
“Excuse me, sheriff, but I was wondering if you could be so kind as to help me.” Daisy said in a fake southern accent. She and Scott had traveled to the nearest town to try to dig up more information on their targets.
“Well of course miss” The man said sweetly to her “What can I do for you.”
“Well, you see, I’m looking for four men.”
“We’re the Police, not a dating service miss.” The deputy across the room said.
“We’re asset recovery agents.” Scott said, coming in behind her and not even bothering with an accent “Our employers have evidence these four stole something from them. They would very much like it back and to keep this quiet. We would like all the details you have on these four gentlemen, along with any known associates and where they like to hang out.”
“I would assume you both realize I’m not allowed to access those records for you without a court order. I also need your names and classes.”
“Oh, right, how silly of me.” Scott said
He pulled his ICER out, quickly shooting the deputy.
“What the bloody fucking hell are you doing?” Fitz hissed in his ear, watching from the sunglass camera.
“These guns are little miracles our employers cooked up” Scott said to the sheriff, ignoring Fitz “They can strip a person of their abilities.”
“You can make a Sup into a Sap…?” The man asked, terrified
“Yes, yes we can” Daisy said, dropping the accent and pulling her own out “give us the information we want, or you’re going to be next.”
“Seriously?” they heard Fitz screaming.
“No. Ok, right. What where their names and classes?”
“Andy, Bobby, Paul…”
“And Richie?” the sheriff asked
“You know them?”
“They’re the Drake cousins. Why didn’t you say so before?” he said “They’ve got a rap sheet two miles long. They are the biggest troublemakers in the state. They say you’re not really a cop in these parts until you arrest them at least once. I think the only thing no one’s gotten around to arresting them for is jaywalking…”
The officer printed out all the information he had on the four.
“Pleasure doing business with you.” Scott said.
“We’ll be on our way now.” Daisy contiuned
“Oh, and by the way, this is just a stun gun.” Scott said as he shot him.
“Did you really need to do that?” Daisy asked as they got back in the car, cloak on and hidden in back alley.
“Well, he’s less likely to follow us now.” He said “What have we got on targets?”
“Andrew Drake : age 47. Robert Drake, age 39, his younger brother Paul aged 37 and Richard Peters, age 40.” She started reading “They seem to keep to themselves; most known associates are immediate family. Their addresses are all listed as state highway numbers.”
“Probably all out in the bayou two.”
“Know priors include; Sap hunting out of season, Sap hunting without a license, Burglary, Grand larceny, grand thief auto, trespassing on private land, tresspassing on government land, resisting arrest and littering.”
“Can’t believe there is a season for hunting people.”
The drove out of the town and into the back country twords the nearest desitantion on their list. Scott turned the cloak off to save power.
“So this world is run by a person out of a comic book…” Daisy mused
“Well,” Scott answered “Like I told Skye, if you can think of it, it can happen.”
“I miss her already.” Daisy said “She always seemed perky and happy. Seven is just so depressing to be around.”
“Tell me about it.” He said. “This would seem to be the place.”
The found a dirt track leading off the main road.
“Well, time to test the suspension…” Scott said as he turned down it.
About a mile up the trail, they found a small cabin/ trailer sort of house next to a lake.
“Doesn’t look like they’re here.” Daisy said before yelling hello.
Scott walked over and knocked on the door.
“Guess no one is home”
“Can I help ya’ll?” A voice asked
Scott turned and jumped at the sight of a little old lady standing next to him were no one was before.
“Sorry” she said “Still getting used to stopping with these ‘no fall socks’ on.”
“Yes… hi there.” Scott said, regaining his composure. “We’re looking for the Drakes.”
“I’m Patty Drake, you must be looking for my Grandsons.” She said “You’re not with the police, are you?”
“No.”
“Good, cause you gotta tell me if you are.”
“That’s an urban legend.” Scott said
“We’re Asset Recovery agents” Daisy said, sticking to their cover story “Our employers have tracked some stolen property of theirs to your grandsons. They would very much like it back and are willing to pay handsomely for its safe return, no questions asked.”
“How handsomely are we talking?”
“Depends on whether it’s still intact and they haven’t tampered with it.”
“What sort of property are we talking about?”
“An old looking computer. Built into a desk.”
“Well, I’m happy to say my boys stole no such thing, that blond hussy gave it to them.”
“Did she look like this?” Scott asked, showing her a picture of Agent Morse.
“That’s her. She came to visist about a week ago and gave them that… thing. Told them she wanted to hire them for a job.”
“Did she go into detail?” Diasy asked.
“No, not in front of me at least.”
“Do you have any way of contacting them?”
“I’ve never had a telephone and they went with her almost immediately. I haven’t seen them since.”
“Well, thank you ma’am.” Scott said as he and Daisy returned to the car.
The old woman smiled and waved as the pair drove off. She then reached into her housecoat pocket and pulled out a small ball.
“You said to let you know if anyone came looking for you? Well, I just had some visitors…”