Log:Harrisburg Dreams, Scene 6

Harrisburg Dreams 2009/11/03 	 Bard Network 6

The police have reluctantly allowed the two of you to see the suspect, who quivers in terror and seems to have the shakes. "He's been begging for a fix for hours..." The cop says. "This guy ain't goin' noplace."

Bard nods. "What do we got on his history? Anything I can work with would be nice." Bard smiles gently trying to get any edge he can.

"He's a bum!" The cop says. "He's a homeless man! No ID, no nothing. He calls himself Skinny Frank."

Network frowns at the shakes he hated junkies also wonder what they be hooked on. He walks over or as close as he can, "Tell me metal man what you are on?"

Bard nods again, then looks at Network. "Easy, friend..." He looks to Skinny Frank. "Hey, how ya doin'? We just got a few questions to ask you, then I'll see if I can get you something."

Skinny Frank whimpers. “I need my scotch. Oh, god, I need a hit. So bad, so bad, so bad. Some of that alien juice. Yeah…yeah…please…just a little bit…”

Network raise an eye brow, "alien juice? Where can we find this juice for you?"

"I'll see what I can get you, just answer our questions, got it?" Bard takes of his hat, he's not going to feed the man's addictions but he's still going to use it to his advantage. "First off you know how that happened to you?" He looks at Network the motions to the robot parts. "While I ask him you ask those."

"Harrisburg." He whimpers. "There's an alien that sells it."

"Go on, I'm not the cops, you can talk to us." Bard winks at the man.

"Someone came...dug me out of the rubble..." He whimpers. "During the explosions. I don't remember faces...or names...I was so grateful. And they...they gave me something, to help me sleep. I just...I just woke up right now..." He makes little whimpering sobs. "They turned my arm into a gun..."

Bard turns around so Skinny frank can't see him talk to network, and he speaks in a whisper tone. "Wait, I thought 600 people died in those blasts, and this bum survived?... I don't think those blast were ment to kill, but recruit."

Network hands tighten into fist it bad that there human drugs and drug lord but now it coming from space. He blinks some, "you just woke up...." He had a idea what that means but will not say it out loud.

Network nods, "sounds like it that means there a small army of bodies this alien can make into borg minions

Bard nods, still whispering. "Talk to the gun, see if it knows anything... I doubt it, but that's you're feild of speciality." He turns back to Frank. "Frank, I need your help, think back, as hard as you can, try to get a voice, a smell, anything that can help."

Frank whimpers. "It was clean. It smelled clean. Hospital clean..." He whimpers. "I haven't been in a hospital in a long time..."

Network nods and sits on the floor. His eyes roll back in his head and his body goes limp. He going look though the tech for any part with a memory drive or GPS records

Bard thinks. o O (Sterile facilities... maybe I can follow the money on that one.) "Okay Frank, keep trying. was there a sound you remember?"

Skinny Frank collapses in his chair for a moment as Network sits on the floor, and then goes limp. Then the eyeslit of Skinny Frank opens, and projects a screenlike image onto a nearby wall. Sitting on the screen is a picture of a bald man with thick features and lips. "Hello, Network!" He says cheerfully. "I'm sure you've heard of me. You know, Professor Zachary Zimm...Doctor Double Z to the superhero community. Did you really think I wouldn't prepare my creations for being invaded by you? That's why I wiped their brains with the chip in their head and didn't back anything up. He'll probably be a vegetable for the rest of his life, but you know, how much can you really get out of a guy who uses alien drugs. He was probably already there. I know you're thinking, what do I get out of building a cyborg army? Well, the answer is...money. Plain and simple. Even though I'm in jail on the inside, I'm still a brilliant scientist on the outside. So...I'm not going to tell you where my facility is. That would be cheating. I don't have billions of superpowers. I'm just smart. Smarter, apparently, than you."

Bard laughs. "Well telling us you're plan really doesn't help all that much..." but he becomes serious. "However, I will see to it you rot more for what you did to this man and the 600 others."

The digital image goes dead.

Network stands and frowns, "You’re a sick man Double Z. You harm this man and others. You use me as a trigger to make this enter a coma and you think that you’re smarter then me all so wrong."

Bard looks to Network. "Okay, so his motives, if he's telling the truth is money, he just admitted to doing this, and somehow he's getting his plot out of jail." Bard puts his hand to his chin. "We know he's using a sterile facility, which means I might be able to follow the money again... HE's arrogant, probably left a trail of clues thinking we're too idiotic to put them together..."