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dualislogs2020-02-15 11:12 am
sociallychallenged) wrote in dualislogs2020-02-15 11:12 am
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WHO: Hank Anderson | Harry Du Bois
WHAT: The Wonderful World of Ultrasound
WHERE: The Park
WHEN: Mid-Month
WARNINGS: Dun dun DUUUUUUNNN
The Zoo.
The Park.
The Dorms.
Those are the three places in the city that never move. Which means something about them is important not to move. A power supply? A cloning facility? The servers? There has to be something under each one.
Harry 'the Zooman' Du Bois has access to one of the places. Is also a former cop. One the Dualis Police Department never had a chance to look deeply into, not like him and Connor. Hank is hoping that means a grizzled veteran detective's skills can help pick apart this mess.
Putting a lot of faith in a relative stranger, he knows. But he's honestly desperate for that old sense of camaraderie, and he's hoping that he's not wrong. He uses the connections he made after the bombing, while he was searching for the source of the detonators, to 'acquire' a couple of spare city groundskeeping uniforms. And he uses it to also acquire a piece of ultrasound equipment.
Using that and some landscaping equipment enough to do some early spring pruning, Hank's found a nice hidden place in the shrubbed area of the park. It's early evening. A time when it'd make sense for them to be out, and everyone's gone back to work from their lunch breaks but haven't swarmed the traffic grid. The window is tight. They can't be here forever.
"Keep an eye out," he warns Harry as he's setting the thing up. "This has gotta work or I'm gonna lose my fucking mind."
WHAT: The Wonderful World of Ultrasound
WHERE: The Park
WHEN: Mid-Month
WARNINGS: Dun dun DUUUUUUNNN
The Zoo.
The Park.
The Dorms.
Those are the three places in the city that never move. Which means something about them is important not to move. A power supply? A cloning facility? The servers? There has to be something under each one.
Harry 'the Zooman' Du Bois has access to one of the places. Is also a former cop. One the Dualis Police Department never had a chance to look deeply into, not like him and Connor. Hank is hoping that means a grizzled veteran detective's skills can help pick apart this mess.
Putting a lot of faith in a relative stranger, he knows. But he's honestly desperate for that old sense of camaraderie, and he's hoping that he's not wrong. He uses the connections he made after the bombing, while he was searching for the source of the detonators, to 'acquire' a couple of spare city groundskeeping uniforms. And he uses it to also acquire a piece of ultrasound equipment.
Using that and some landscaping equipment enough to do some early spring pruning, Hank's found a nice hidden place in the shrubbed area of the park. It's early evening. A time when it'd make sense for them to be out, and everyone's gone back to work from their lunch breaks but haven't swarmed the traffic grid. The window is tight. They can't be here forever.
"Keep an eye out," he warns Harry as he's setting the thing up. "This has gotta work or I'm gonna lose my fucking mind."