The Anonymous Assassin part 3
Sept 11, 2019 20:48:48 GMT -6
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Post by tlsisalive on Sept 11, 2019 20:48:48 GMT -6
San Rafael, California
Monday September 9, 2019
5:15 pm
Juan Crespo sits on the couch in the living of the 1 bedroom he occupies with his wife and 3 kids. 3 empty tall cans of Modelo are at his side and an unopened one is in his hands. The smell of adobado hovers through the apartment .
On the tv screen is the Saints and Texans game. It's the second quarter and Deshaun Watson just threw a touchdown. Being originally from Houston, Juan is overjoyed at how well his home team is playing. He chugs down the beer quickly and wipes his mouth.
Juan: another touchdown! Yes. We are winning the super bowl.
His wife yells something inaudible to him.
Juan shakes his head , then gets up from the couch. He heads over to the kitchen and reaches around his wife and plucks a piece of pork from the frying pan. She smacks his hand away but not before he is able to plop a piece of meat into his mouth.
He kisses her on the cheek then turns to grab the garbage bin and hauls it out go the hallway. He makes his way towards the end of the hall where the garbage chute is located.
Juan lifts open the latch and positions the bin then shakes out the garbage.
Juan feels a little nick on his side, then another and another and another. Before he realizes what is happening he sees blood gushing out of his body. He feels a kick in the back, then someone pushes his head i to the chute. He is stuck screaming into the chute as he kicks and flails wildy. In less than 90 seconds, he bleeds out and lays there lifeless with his legs sticking out of the chute.
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Monday September 9, 2019
6:00 pm
Special Agent Thomas Elias and TLS are in a black Toyota Prius. TLS is not wearing his mask, his eyes are puffy and swollen. Elias is driving and TLS is in the passenger seat. "Shotgun" by George Ezra is playing on the radio as Elias sings along.
They are stick in a little bit of traffic going northbound on the Golden Gate Bridge from San Francisco to San Rafael.
Elias avoids a near accident as a car tries to merge into his lane.
Elias: (turns to TLS) whew. That was a close call.
TLS stares blankly into the distance.
TLS: Sometimes life is strange. It breaks you down then drops you off and makes you pick up the pieces. It's been years since TLS and Bifford first met in the GCWA, and I feel like I've been picking up the pieces ever since.
The Bifford has many victories over me. I feel like most times when we are in the ring together and I hear him breathing and heaving I almost feel sorry for him. It's as if he's one Popeye's chicken sandwich away from a heart attack.
I've heard that he has a plan to beat me. But i also have a plan to beat him. I'm going to steal his heart and cholesterol medication. I'm going to put sugar in his water bottle. Then I'm going to take my fist and punch him in the face, as many times as it takes until he can no longer stand up.
Elias: The Big Bifford is that bug fat guy right?
TLS nods.
They make it over the bridge and reach a tunnel with a rainbow painted in the front.
Elias: you know they call this the Robin Williams Tunnel?
TLS: Robin Williams killed himself 5 years ago.
Elias: uh. Okay. Way to be a downer.
Both men sit quietly as the radio station produces static from being inside the tunnel. As they exit the tunnel a Taylor Swift song comes on and Elias turns the radio off.
Elias: I hate this bitch.
He waits for a response from TLS but he gets nothing, he notices that TLS' eyes are closed.
Elias: I mean if you like her we can put it back on.
TLS: ( exhales deeply) they say that if you hold your breath while driving through a tunnel and make a wish, that wish will come true.
Elias: ( smirks) oh really?
TLS: I just wished for the destruction of the Big Bifford. But as I closed my eyes I saw a vision of a big whale. The whale sucked in, and once i was inside the whale I saw a banana peel on the ground. And then from the other side of the whale I saw a short brownman. He came running towards me, but then he slipped on the banana peel. As he was falling, the whale spit me out.
Elias: are you drunk? I told you that you can't be drinking while you are helping me with this case.
TLS: I've already solved the case. I know who the killer is.
Elias: who is it?
TLS: so we have established the connection between the deaths. Trey Johnson, George Walker, Lisa Travis... they were all with me at the AA meeting. It's me. And now this guy Juan. Someone killed him. That leave The trust fund kid Hopper, the angry black woman Da'Quisha, and me. One of us is the killer. But why?
Elias: well we know you are not the killer...... right?
TLS doesn't answer, instead he turns to look along the shoreline and sees where his houseboat used to be.
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Sunday September 8, 2019
Vallejo, California
7 pm
A little girl no more than 2 years old is crawling around the floor in the living room of a small house in the projects of Vallejo. She has a pacifier in her mouth, the sound of an infant can be heard crying in the other room. The toddler lofts herself up and stumbles into the other room.
Toddler:Momma! Momma!
She tries to climb up to the bed but it is too tall for her to manage. The sound of the crying baby gets louder as the toddler makes her way toward the front of the bed. An open bottle of sleeping pills is on the counter. The toddler reaches for the bottle and it tumbles onto the floor spilling the pills. The toddler picks up the pills and swallows them one by one.
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Wednesday September 11, 2019
San Francisco , California
Northern California FBI Field Office
12 pm
Elias is sitting at his desk working on a chicken burrito bowl from Chipotle. His phone rings and he picks it up.
Elias: this is Elias. ( pause) Lieutenant Wilkes from Vallejo PD? ( pause) yes. I called a couple days ago about some intel for Da'Quisha Jenkins. (Pause. Then slams his bio degradable fork on the table) Dammit. I'll be right over.
Elias hops up, grabs his jacket and rushes out of the office. He whips out his phone and dials TLS. The lone goes straight to voicemail.
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20 minutes later
Elias' Condo
South of Market
Elias fumbles with the keys and opens the door to his condo on the 25 floor. Looking out westward from his window you can see the Salesforce tower and the Bay Bridge. Elias finds TLS standing faceing towards the window. His arms are spread out and there is a 4 inch shiv in his right hand. He is completley naked.
TLS: in the end we all do what we must to survive. This Friday I will take back what was taken from me a long time ago. I will take my Soul back, and in turn I will take the Bifford's soul as well. He is a sinner, a vile , evil man. He is all guilty of all 7 deadly sins. This Friday, I will deliver his Salvation. "For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory that is to be revealed to us."
Elias:TLS!Hey! Why didn't you pick up the phone?
TLS: this friday as I scrape this blade across the Bifford's giant flabby body and I watch him bleed, We will all rejoice at the demise of the big bifford. There won't be enough bandages and gauze to wrap you up and stop the bleeding. This Friday I will bathe in the blood of the Bifford. And I will cleanse myself of the stench of our previous matches.
Elias's hand subconsciously moves towards the gun at his hip as TLS slowly turns to him. Once he is done with the full turn he makes a fist with his right hand. When he opens the fist, the shiv is gone. TLS makes a fist again, when he opens his fist, the shiv reappears.
TLS: this Friday The Bifford will bleed.
Elias moves his hand away from his gun and moves towards TLS. He walks over to the couch and grabs TLS' clothes. He then drops the clothes at TLS's feet.
Elias: i need you to stop fucking around. I just got a call from Vallejo, Da'Quisha is dead. That only leaves Hopper. I'm going to head over to Vallejo, I need you to find this Hopper kid.
TLS: (closes his fist and makes the shiv disappear again. ) "And through him to reconcile to himself all things, whether on earth or in heaven, making peace by the blood of his cross. And you, who once were alienated and hostile in mind, doing evil deeds, he has now reconciled in his body of flesh by his death, in order to present you holy and blameless and above reproach before him".
Elias: look. Call me if you run in to trouble. I'm sure this Hopper kid knows we are on to him.
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Wednesday September 11, 2019
5:25 pm
The sound of a phone ringing can be heard as a woman's voice picks up.
Dispatcher: Larkspur 911. What is your emergency?
A man's voice replies.
Man: Hi. My son Hopper is missing. It's been more than 48 hours.
Dispatcher: have you tried calling his phone? Does he have a phone?
Man: ( sounding annoyed) yes I called his phone. That's the first thing I did. He isn't usually gone this long.
Dispatcher: Do you know where he was last seen?
Man: I don't know. I don't fucking know. He's an adult. I can't keep track of everything he does. But none of his friends have seen him. I know there have been some killings in the area. And I know my son likes to go to the seedy parts to buy his drugs.
Dispatcher: please stay on the line sir. I'm transferring you over to missing persons...
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To be continued?
Monday September 9, 2019
5:15 pm
Juan Crespo sits on the couch in the living of the 1 bedroom he occupies with his wife and 3 kids. 3 empty tall cans of Modelo are at his side and an unopened one is in his hands. The smell of adobado hovers through the apartment .
On the tv screen is the Saints and Texans game. It's the second quarter and Deshaun Watson just threw a touchdown. Being originally from Houston, Juan is overjoyed at how well his home team is playing. He chugs down the beer quickly and wipes his mouth.
Juan: another touchdown! Yes. We are winning the super bowl.
His wife yells something inaudible to him.
Juan shakes his head , then gets up from the couch. He heads over to the kitchen and reaches around his wife and plucks a piece of pork from the frying pan. She smacks his hand away but not before he is able to plop a piece of meat into his mouth.
He kisses her on the cheek then turns to grab the garbage bin and hauls it out go the hallway. He makes his way towards the end of the hall where the garbage chute is located.
Juan lifts open the latch and positions the bin then shakes out the garbage.
Juan feels a little nick on his side, then another and another and another. Before he realizes what is happening he sees blood gushing out of his body. He feels a kick in the back, then someone pushes his head i to the chute. He is stuck screaming into the chute as he kicks and flails wildy. In less than 90 seconds, he bleeds out and lays there lifeless with his legs sticking out of the chute.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Monday September 9, 2019
6:00 pm
Special Agent Thomas Elias and TLS are in a black Toyota Prius. TLS is not wearing his mask, his eyes are puffy and swollen. Elias is driving and TLS is in the passenger seat. "Shotgun" by George Ezra is playing on the radio as Elias sings along.
They are stick in a little bit of traffic going northbound on the Golden Gate Bridge from San Francisco to San Rafael.
Elias avoids a near accident as a car tries to merge into his lane.
Elias: (turns to TLS) whew. That was a close call.
TLS stares blankly into the distance.
TLS: Sometimes life is strange. It breaks you down then drops you off and makes you pick up the pieces. It's been years since TLS and Bifford first met in the GCWA, and I feel like I've been picking up the pieces ever since.
The Bifford has many victories over me. I feel like most times when we are in the ring together and I hear him breathing and heaving I almost feel sorry for him. It's as if he's one Popeye's chicken sandwich away from a heart attack.
I've heard that he has a plan to beat me. But i also have a plan to beat him. I'm going to steal his heart and cholesterol medication. I'm going to put sugar in his water bottle. Then I'm going to take my fist and punch him in the face, as many times as it takes until he can no longer stand up.
Elias: The Big Bifford is that bug fat guy right?
TLS nods.
They make it over the bridge and reach a tunnel with a rainbow painted in the front.
Elias: you know they call this the Robin Williams Tunnel?
TLS: Robin Williams killed himself 5 years ago.
Elias: uh. Okay. Way to be a downer.
Both men sit quietly as the radio station produces static from being inside the tunnel. As they exit the tunnel a Taylor Swift song comes on and Elias turns the radio off.
Elias: I hate this bitch.
He waits for a response from TLS but he gets nothing, he notices that TLS' eyes are closed.
Elias: I mean if you like her we can put it back on.
TLS: ( exhales deeply) they say that if you hold your breath while driving through a tunnel and make a wish, that wish will come true.
Elias: ( smirks) oh really?
TLS: I just wished for the destruction of the Big Bifford. But as I closed my eyes I saw a vision of a big whale. The whale sucked in, and once i was inside the whale I saw a banana peel on the ground. And then from the other side of the whale I saw a short brownman. He came running towards me, but then he slipped on the banana peel. As he was falling, the whale spit me out.
Elias: are you drunk? I told you that you can't be drinking while you are helping me with this case.
TLS: I've already solved the case. I know who the killer is.
Elias: who is it?
TLS: so we have established the connection between the deaths. Trey Johnson, George Walker, Lisa Travis... they were all with me at the AA meeting. It's me. And now this guy Juan. Someone killed him. That leave The trust fund kid Hopper, the angry black woman Da'Quisha, and me. One of us is the killer. But why?
Elias: well we know you are not the killer...... right?
TLS doesn't answer, instead he turns to look along the shoreline and sees where his houseboat used to be.
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Sunday September 8, 2019
Vallejo, California
7 pm
A little girl no more than 2 years old is crawling around the floor in the living room of a small house in the projects of Vallejo. She has a pacifier in her mouth, the sound of an infant can be heard crying in the other room. The toddler lofts herself up and stumbles into the other room.
Toddler:Momma! Momma!
She tries to climb up to the bed but it is too tall for her to manage. The sound of the crying baby gets louder as the toddler makes her way toward the front of the bed. An open bottle of sleeping pills is on the counter. The toddler reaches for the bottle and it tumbles onto the floor spilling the pills. The toddler picks up the pills and swallows them one by one.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Wednesday September 11, 2019
San Francisco , California
Northern California FBI Field Office
12 pm
Elias is sitting at his desk working on a chicken burrito bowl from Chipotle. His phone rings and he picks it up.
Elias: this is Elias. ( pause) Lieutenant Wilkes from Vallejo PD? ( pause) yes. I called a couple days ago about some intel for Da'Quisha Jenkins. (Pause. Then slams his bio degradable fork on the table) Dammit. I'll be right over.
Elias hops up, grabs his jacket and rushes out of the office. He whips out his phone and dials TLS. The lone goes straight to voicemail.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
20 minutes later
Elias' Condo
South of Market
Elias fumbles with the keys and opens the door to his condo on the 25 floor. Looking out westward from his window you can see the Salesforce tower and the Bay Bridge. Elias finds TLS standing faceing towards the window. His arms are spread out and there is a 4 inch shiv in his right hand. He is completley naked.
TLS: in the end we all do what we must to survive. This Friday I will take back what was taken from me a long time ago. I will take my Soul back, and in turn I will take the Bifford's soul as well. He is a sinner, a vile , evil man. He is all guilty of all 7 deadly sins. This Friday, I will deliver his Salvation. "For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory that is to be revealed to us."
Elias:TLS!Hey! Why didn't you pick up the phone?
TLS: this friday as I scrape this blade across the Bifford's giant flabby body and I watch him bleed, We will all rejoice at the demise of the big bifford. There won't be enough bandages and gauze to wrap you up and stop the bleeding. This Friday I will bathe in the blood of the Bifford. And I will cleanse myself of the stench of our previous matches.
Elias's hand subconsciously moves towards the gun at his hip as TLS slowly turns to him. Once he is done with the full turn he makes a fist with his right hand. When he opens the fist, the shiv is gone. TLS makes a fist again, when he opens his fist, the shiv reappears.
TLS: this Friday The Bifford will bleed.
Elias moves his hand away from his gun and moves towards TLS. He walks over to the couch and grabs TLS' clothes. He then drops the clothes at TLS's feet.
Elias: i need you to stop fucking around. I just got a call from Vallejo, Da'Quisha is dead. That only leaves Hopper. I'm going to head over to Vallejo, I need you to find this Hopper kid.
TLS: (closes his fist and makes the shiv disappear again. ) "And through him to reconcile to himself all things, whether on earth or in heaven, making peace by the blood of his cross. And you, who once were alienated and hostile in mind, doing evil deeds, he has now reconciled in his body of flesh by his death, in order to present you holy and blameless and above reproach before him".
Elias: look. Call me if you run in to trouble. I'm sure this Hopper kid knows we are on to him.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Wednesday September 11, 2019
5:25 pm
The sound of a phone ringing can be heard as a woman's voice picks up.
Dispatcher: Larkspur 911. What is your emergency?
A man's voice replies.
Man: Hi. My son Hopper is missing. It's been more than 48 hours.
Dispatcher: have you tried calling his phone? Does he have a phone?
Man: ( sounding annoyed) yes I called his phone. That's the first thing I did. He isn't usually gone this long.
Dispatcher: Do you know where he was last seen?
Man: I don't know. I don't fucking know. He's an adult. I can't keep track of everything he does. But none of his friends have seen him. I know there have been some killings in the area. And I know my son likes to go to the seedy parts to buy his drugs.
Dispatcher: please stay on the line sir. I'm transferring you over to missing persons...
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To be continued?