Issue #1
Created & Written by Jeremias de Leon
Somewhere in Nevada a man named Jarmo
Lehti is looking out of his kitchen window in his boring, plain
apartment. Though he would have no reason to spruce the place up,
however. In his line of work he has to make sure he can move out at a
moments notice. There's always someone who thinks they can get their
revenge on whoever put them away, even if they're in law enforcement.
Jarmo isn't staring out into space
through his window though. There is a reason. An advantage to living in a rough
neighborhood, criminals don't think a cop would be very close by. Let
alone living in one of these rundown apartments. The punks he's been surveying are even
daring enough to speak loudly about their activity. Jarmo quickly
realizes it's about drugs and begins to listen intently.
“Seems that's the last of the trinity
Paul” said the first punk wearing a large sunglasses.
“We better go get some more from Mr.
Frank” said the other punk wearing a bandana. Both wearing white
t-shirts with jeans hanging low.
“That guy scares me honestly” Paul
stated with a no nonsense look on his face, he looked down then
continued. “It's not even because he intimidates me or anything,
it's because of his boss, I never met the guy but he's some major
trouble Bret.”
“I feel ya, I heard a lot of his boys
were in some major firefight” Bret replied.
“But let's shut up and get some more
of that stuff man.” Paul interrupted.
“Right.”
Jarmo quickly begins to process all the
information he just heard and begins to think on what it could mean.
“They mentioned a firefight, there was a pretty nasty one some
months ago it even involved an explosion, somewhere in Florida.”
Jarmo stands up and reaches into his pants pocket, he's wearing
green cargo pants and a blue button shirt that has a chest pocket.
“Let me get my phone, I bet if I look at my contacts I can remember
who told me about the explosion.” As Jarmo scrolls through his
contact list he sees names go by “Billy, Darryl, Jeff, Jake... that
guy still owes me five bucks... let's see... ah! There we are.”
Jarmo held his hand high as if he won a trophy looking at the name
that gave him the previous information about an explosion in Florida.
“It's time he told me more.”
As Jarmo decides his current course
of action he leaves his apartment, mutters “Paul and Bret
sunglasses and bandana...” and heads to the city's civic center,
something most of his colleagues scratch their heads over whenever they notice he
feels like getting some air and clearing his mind. Why not a bar or a
more normal place? They usually ask. If there was something actually happening when he
goes there they would get it but he just goes there, no matter what's
happening. Which is usually nothing.
As he gets to his destination he
finally phones the one who he plans to get more information out of.
“Hey mr. Ramirez, it's Jarmo.”
“Ah, mr. Lehti! How's my favorite
Nordic detective?” Ramirez asked with a very jolly tone.
“Eh, another day another plot with
drugs and explosions being uncovered, speaking of explosions...”
“I'm guessing you want to know about
the explosion in Florida.” replied Mr. Ramirez.
“Right on the money, man, so do we
know anything about the people involved in that crazy firefight, I
heard some punks near my apartment mentioning that firefight and
explosion and Trinity being distributed here through whoever the boss
of all those guys were.”
“Cesar Monticello,” Mr. Ramirez said
without skipping a beat.
“Who?”
“Cesar Monticello. He's the boss of
the guys in the firefight, apparently they were having a shootout
with two feds. Speaking of one of those feds is in your state...”
“What!?” Jarmo exclaimed.
“Yeah, you see that agent just
happens to be a friend with one of my other acquaintances she is her
friend... or cousin, I don't know I was kinda just staring at her
rack when she was telling me.”
Jarmo quipped “I thought attention to
details was your specialty.”
“She had a big rack man...”
retorted Mr. Ramirez.
“Uh... huh well, thanks for the info
you said she's at a hospital in Nevada? That explains the increase in
feds I've seen here. Where in Nevada man?”
“Condor Falls.”
“Condor Falls? That's only a half
hour from here, even though I'm not a state trooper I think I should
check it out anyway.”
Jarmo decides to make his way to back
to his apartment first, on his way he has the good fortune of
spotting two fellows, one with a large sunglasses, one with a bandana
and both wearing the same clothes. “Well, if it isn't my two
friends Bret and Paul.” Jarmo says with a grin. “Hey, you two!
Stop right there and don't move.”
“Heh, who this guy think he is, a
cop?” Paul said sneering.
“You're onto something there”
replied Jarmo.
“Ah... crap” Bret said with a heavy
sigh.
“So you're going to tell me about
this 'Trinity' dealer you have, and you're going to tell me what this
guy's boss has going on over here in Nevada.” Jarmo said
authoritatively.
“Ha, you're going to get nothing out
of us, cop except a hospital visit!” yelled Paul.
“In a way I was kinda hoping for
this, I mean I like to just hang back and gather info but sometimes I
need some action.” a little bit of excitement was coming out of
Jarmo's voice as he said that.
“Stop talking!” Paul yelled while
throwing a straight punch. As straight as an untrained hoodlum can
throw anyway. Jarmo sways his shoulder to the left and throws a right
hook to Paul's jaw followed by another hook to the jaw with the same
hand. Jarmo grins and as Paul puts his hand up to block another blow
to the face Jarmo explodes with a left to the gut and lands his last
hit a jaw jacking uppercut, perfect for knocking out criminals a
criminal uppercut if you will. “So you're going to tell me what's
going on or do you want to have a shot at taking me out as well?”
asks Jarmo.
“You just got lucky man, I'm taking
you out!” yells Bret.
“They never learn, well, I'm going to
need you conscious...” Jarmo whispers.
As Bret goes to grab Jarmo, Jarmo
stomps on Bret's toe, then grabs Bret's left arm and executes a
key-lock throw. As Jarmo has him on the ground he quickly gets up and
kicks him in the ribs. “gees cop, you ever heard of police
brutality?”
“Huh, oh no, you see I'm off duty
today.” Jarmo then sits on Brets back and begins to interrogate
him. Bret finally tells him of Mr. Frank and his spread of Trinity.
With that knowledge Jarmo finally makes it to his apartment and grabs
a small camera, makes it to his car and drives off to Condor Falls.
At Condor Falls, Jarmo notices
multiple men and women in black the closer he got to the hospital.
“Feds, everywhere it seems, surely they're here to make sure nobody
can get close to that woman. Like I care, I just want to make sure
they get out of here and go back to the east coast.”
He finally
makes it to the hospital. “Alright, here at Kelsey Crusher...
someone here ought to have some answers on why this Monticello guy
wants to spread his network in Nevada.”
He begins to walk to the
info desk and scouts the area around him. “More dudes in black eh?
Hmm, I thought they were all feds before but these guys... something
is... off about them. Anyway, let's see if I can find something out
about this woman. They don't know who the crap I am, so I doubt I can
just walk into her room, but I bet I can eavesdrop.” Jarmo was able
to take a peek at a computer which fortunately was right on the
woman's name and room number. “5th floor eh?”
He goes
to an elevator and goes up, and as he leaves the elevator door he
hears gunshots. “Frak! I didn't bring any heat with me I better
frakin' lay low.” Jarmo goes and finds a waiting room near the
woman's room and hides under a sofa. As he hears gunshots he hears
other noises, noises that you wouldn't hear in a hospital room, at
least not outside a lab, and he heard some other noises that
definitely belonged to something living, but most definitely not
human. After hearing those non-human noises Jarmo decides it's best
to leave the hospital and sneaks out. As he gets back in his car to
drive to his apartment all he can do is think about the strange
noises.
“What was that? Aliens or something? Nah, it can't be
that's as silly as some person wearing crazy armor and running amok
in Utah of all places. It just can't be aliens.” But one thing was
clear to him on the drive back. This is bigger than just drug
dealing, and some guy wanting to expand his empire, much bigger, and
if he's going to expose the truth he's going to need all the help he
can get.
That's it for Perception chapter 1!
Leave some feedback please, either here, or contact me on twitter
@ikariradio. Look forward to chapter 2 next month.
This is a milestone. Today, there was two years to the day that I started Broken Infinite. There has been so much that has come and gone since those two years. And I really do appreciate everything that has been done. We have come a long way. 
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