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Evolution Lost	By : Xeo123 Category: +M through R > Parasite Eve Views: 1387 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The rays from the sun started to warm the morning dew and ice off the skyscrapers, lamppost, news venders, cars, trucks, and street lights. The pulse of the city acted like clockwork as everyone started to wake up and plan out their daily lives. The minds of the people were on a state of heighten alert from last night’s traumatic event at Carnegie Hall. Unanswered questions were filling the air from short chats to open ended arguments. The media still in search of any tips or rumors that they can used to win the masses of the troubled citizens; however, one person knew where to get the answers from and it wasn’t going to be easy. Traveling south on 3^rd Avenue at a normal pace, Aya was going down to her precinct to face what might be a long day for her. She was one of the few that lived through Eve’s terrible powers that incinerated anyone that she came into contact, but Aya could resist to her powers. “…Awaken…something within?” Aya said in her mind while trying to understand the meaning behind Eve’s words, which Aya had no clue at the time. The more she thought about it the harder it was for her to think about what was going to happen at the precinct.
It didn’t take her long to arrive at her job, 17^th precinct of New York’s Police Department. The simple brown and dark brown brick pattern caught her eyes as she started to signal in for the nearest parking spot. Fellow officers were doing their normal rolls in serving the city they live in and protecting it from anyone…or anything. Aya got out of her car and locked it while seeing Daniel’s car parked further down the block of the precinct. Going up the steps and into the building she was greeted by the desk receptionist and some officers trying to hold down a couple of suspect. She keeps walking near the door towards the main hallway of the precinct inner layout when one of the suspects got free. “Shit! I thought I had that fucker in my grasp,” one of the officers said while the trying to get back on his feet. The criminal tries to run for the exit but then had a sudden urge to fall on his face. The officer that lost the suspect got over to him while looking to see his suspect’s foot on top of Aya’s leather boot, which the cop looked up at Aya knowing that she just helped out.
“You should try to hold his arms down behind his back more forcefully. He wouldn’t slip away like that,” Aya said while waiting for the cop to response back.
“Thanks for the tip…and trip!” the cop said while taking a crack joke towards Aya’s simple takedown move with her boot, which had little to do with her experience working at NYPD. Passing through the doors and hanging a left she goes down the hallway, passing the locker room on her right she heads into her work space. As soon as she walked in her eye sight saw desks overflowing with paper while her ears heard phones ringing off the hook with calls ending in a simple ‘No comment’, ‘Were not taking any answers at this time’, or ‘Will you stop prancing our phone lines you stupid fuck!’ Aya remembers Daniel’s message on her answering machine about Baker looking for her once she got into the building. Walking over to the glass slowly she takes a moment to look into Baker’s office. She see him talking on the phone and waving his fists around like any normal captain in a precinct; however, the feeling she was getting from him had to do with last night. While Baker was yelling over the phone Aya had another thing she had to look into.
“That guy. The one that got pulled away in our cars.” Knowing if he was taken to another precinct or was placed in this one Aya needed to head for her desk or a late night officer who is still in the building. Before she had a chance to find out she turned around and Daniel was behind her; although, Daniel wasn’t the only one with him as two other men were looking at Aya.
“Hey, you OK ? You ought be resting or at least taking it easy at your desk.” Daniel said to Aya thinking for the best for her health.
“Wish I could, but I'm the only one who knows what happened last night.” Aya said while keeping any information about the unknown suspect in the back of the NYPD car that night. She kept looking alert and wide away even thought Aya had the classic signs of feeling stressed out.
“Must have been a hard night for you to get some shut eye then, Aya. Just don’t overdo it,” Daniel spoke to her as a friend before getting back to what he really had to say to her. “…anyways I've been gathering some info on Melissa. She's got no relatives and no close friends. She was sick often…always on some kind of medication. The people at the opera said they were amazed she could even stand on stage…” he paused for a moment while show Aya and everyone else nearby pictures of an apartment building on fire. “Her apartment burned down right after the incident, so we have no info on her medication. Nix and Warner couldn’t come up with any leads either.” Aya knew who Nix and Warner were on the force…new detectives.
“So what's this spontaneous combustion stuff all about?” Nix said out loud to everyone wanting to know if the incident from last night had anything to do with SHC.
“It wasn't exactly spontaneous. People were actually set on fire.” Aya said back to Nix.
“Oh, come on!” Warner yelled with a disagreeing tone. “What like one of those ESP things?”
“That's the best way to describe it for now.” Aya said to him while giving Warner the only answer she that is open for debate.
“ESP… huh? Well I'm not buying it.” Warner said while being non-convicting to Aya as Nix spoke after Warner finished.
“But if you're right, how are we supposed to deal with something like that?” Daniel looks at him then back towards Aya with a voice of confidence.
“I believe her. After all, Aya's the only witness so far. But if you're gonna take on a suspect like that, you'd better ask Baker for a better sidearm or whole different type of weapon.” Aya understood and started to head for Baker’s office; however, she didn’t know if Daniel took into account about the other person being pulled away from Carnegie Hall. If he did say anything about him in front of Aya then he was not important to the case everyone was on. Opening the door she walks into Baker’s office and heads right for the desk. The blond short on the top hair captain hangs up his phone while giving Aya the ‘okay’ to come forward. From past talks with Daniel, Aya knew that he and Baker have been the best of friends even with some disagreements and ideals they could never settle about. 41 years old and the one who got Daniel to be in this line of work from his personal work background also had gain the status of Chief in the 17^th precinct. Daniel still loves his job as an active detective but had a different way to handle it, which Baker argues with him from time to time.
“I’ve heard about last night. I need a report from you but it’s not needed now since we’re trying to deal with the media’s snooping around and yelling at our phone lines for answers. Soon were gonna have to tell them something.” His upper body moves closer to his desk while he asks Aya another question. “Is it true about the victims…being burned alive?” Aya look dead straight into his eyes without hesitation.
“I was there. I…saw it all happening in front of me. I could feel the heat from the DBs still after they died and after I went after my suspect,” Aya said while Baker couldn’t believe the words she is saying to him.
“Still hard to believe, but we can't deny all those deaths. We're going to go all out to solve this case. Make sure you're well equipped. Go down to the weapons department and give this permit to Torres. He'll help you out,” he said to Aya while giving her a piece of paper for the weapons department. A mod card, the card is to help her out with her side arm that the department can legally do for her. Just as she was going to head out the door Baker stopped her for a moment. “Aya…one more thing.” She turned around while waiting for Baker to speak. “About last night…and no it has nothing to do with your terrible date, even thought him and his father are just assholes to begin with…” Aya smiled knowing Baker has his moments of sharing ‘disclose details’. “…Daniel relayed a message for me that he gave to you or your machine picked up. Some guy from that crime scene was hulled away from one of our units…he is in this building. I think he might be being interrogated to see if he had anything to do with the deaths at Carnegie Hall. See me after you get a better side arm from Torres. The media might need to pick a bone with us so don’t go after our ‘mystery man’ yet. Can’t let the media start making things up if the city is under an alien attack or flaming hobos are having a fucking rebellion against opera nights.” Aya just nodded and walked out of the office. Nix and Warner were working on any other leads at their desk while Daniel was waiting outside his office.
“I’m gonna have a little one and one with our captain. Seem like I need to be on the low down about our ‘mystery guest’…” Daniel said while Aya looked at him thinking Baker hasn’t been saying much to him and herself about the man that is in this building; however, time was short for Aya since she had to deal with Baker later on. Getting out of her work space and back into the hallway she walks down the steps to the lower floors. A supply room is at the end of the hallway near the K-9 room. The weapon department room was on the left side next to the K-9 room, which Aya enter soon as she got off the last step. As soon as she entered the room the sight of semi-auto and full-auto weapons were tagged and displayed on the walls at the far end of the room. Parts of hand guns and SMGs were store in separate boxes for easier searching and for modding. The room had only one man whom Aya knew right away could feel unease every time he opened his mouth in front of her, and it wasn’t Torres. She goes up to him and is ready for anything thrown at her.
“Heeey there, good-looking!” The cocky man said to Aya while not thinking twice if he would get sued by her for sexual harassment, among other things.
“Cut the crap, Wayne. Where's Torres?” Aya said bluntly trying to get Wayne the cold shoulder.
“That baldy? Who knows…So what'll it be...Shotgun? Rocket Launcher? Oh hold on!” Wayne said while he opens a crate full of weapons and pulls anything he can get his hands on to show off for Aya. “I got this sweet M4A1. Good for urban pacification with range and fear factor for anything to come across. Oh! I got this USP.45 caliber that is just screams to be gripped by you. Once you get laser sight on your target…there done for! I even have this MP5 HK model from the navy modded to be for police and SWAT style. Small, light, and effective in simple close quarters combat. We got AP bullets…we have HE grenades…we have knifes…we got sticks, woman!” Wayne ranted until an even louder voice was said while the door slammed.
“WAYNE!” Torres came into the room looking at Wayne with a look of giving him some disciplinant. Wayne was in a military stain knowing who had the better rank in the room.
“Y, yes, sir!” he said to Torres without a witty sense of humor.
“Idiots like you are the reason why guns won't disappear from this country! It’s bad enough if say a Russian was looking for a ‘special someone’ and gets OUR weapons into his hands and creates chaos all over the god damn city!” Torres yelled as he slams his fist into the desk to give Wayne the idea of moving away from the guns at that very moment. “Get your ass back to weapons storage! You're far from ready to be handling guns in here.”
“OK, OK... Sheesh...” Wayne muddier under his breath while getting away from Torres. Torres goes to where Wayne was standing before his rant started. Aya just trying to mind her business just looks at Torres while showing him the piece of paper from Baker.
“Torres, I need some equipment...” she explained while putting the card down on the desktop for Torres to see. He looks it over for Baker’s signature and nods at Aya.
“For last night's case? Heard it was quite a mess. The things I’ve been hearing about people dying from this SHC theory, but that’s the media bullshitting as always. But as long as cops rely on guns, criminals will too. It's a vicious cycle, which I can’t say the same for Wayne…it is just a drug for him to have guns in his hands. Anyways, I hate to hand a weapon to a young cop like you...” Torres kept saying until Aya interrupted him.
“I can handle myself. The person I’m going after isn’t your average day crook.” Torres sighs and understands her dilemma with the suspect she is going after.
“…With all this weirdness. I hate to agree with you. You want your Beretta modded?”
“Yes.” Aya un-holster her side arm and gives it to Torres. He takes it over to his work bench and starts taking it a part. Moments later the sounds of metal clanking together ended as Torres comes back to Aya with her modded Beretta. She checks to see anything out of the ordinary but fills the weight difference in the chamber/hammer region of the gun.
“I made it possible to have faster reload time and fire rate. Just in case you were gonna be on the move from anything fast or if your ‘crook’ is fast on his or her feet.” Aya put her side arm in her holster while looking at Torres as if he hasn’t seen Eve before.
“If she had the need for feet now…” Torres just looked at Aya in awe about giving him a clue of what she is up against.
“…Well in that case…I got something else for you. I’m only doing this because, “Cops own guns for protection. Don't let the guns own you!” if you know what I mean?” Torres said to Aya while his hands grab a full auto rifle under the desk. Aya nodded and with that Torres pulled up a M16A1. The rifle is handed to Aya as she checks it for it to be in working condition and not armed with live ammo in the chamber already. “Is there anything else I can do for you Aya?” Aya still looking down the sights of the barrel, taking aim for corrected alignment at Wayne’s head, pulling the trigger for the feel of the weapon looks back at Torres.
“I’ll come back for it once I am done with Baker,” she said while handing the rifle back to him. Torres puts the M16 behind the desk while Aya walks away without saying anything to Wayne, which he was cleaning up any junk he can find in the spare boxes of disabled weapons. Heading back up the steps to the main hallway Aya started to hear loud sounds happening near the entrance for the building. Most of the cops were not at their posts which only meant one thing on Aya’s mind. “…The angry mob is already here. Reporters.” Aya already knew that this morning was going to be a long and painful. She check left and right to see if any other cops were around to question them about last night’s detainee, but she saw someone else walking around the hallway all alone. The boy saw her and started to walk away from him; however, Aya intercepted him before he could get away.
“Hey there. You lost?” Aya said. The boy looked up and couldn’t think of anything to say to a stranger he never met, let along if she was a cop.
“…ahh” he said to her until his eyes turned away from Aya and another voice echo behind her.
“Ben!?” It was Daniel walking over to see his son, Ben.
“Daddy!” he said to Daniel.
“So this is Ben.” Aya said while looking at Ben.
“Ben, this is Aya.” Aya and Ben shake hands as a sign of acknowledgement. “Now, what are you doing here? Do you know there’s a mob scene happening outside? It’s dangerous.” Daniel explains to him as simple and easy to his son.
“Why? Heres why…” he said while his hand goes into his red sports jacket and pulls out a ticket at Daniel.
“Tickets? Oh...yeah. The concert...Sorry son, daddy's really busy today. I promise I'll make up for...” Daniel said while now remembering he had concert tickets to spend with his son and wife; however, Ben didn’t take it very well.
“FINE!” Ben yells at Daniel while he drops the tickets, and runs out the hallway towards the main entrance where the mob scene is happening. Daniel didn’t even get to say a word to him before running out the door. He had felt sorry even thought he had explain to Ben time and time again about his job.
“Guess every kid needs a mother...” he said towards Aya knowing he can’t always be there for Ben; however, Aya snapped back at him.
“That's not true! I was raised by my father too, after my mother died. I'll always be grateful for him.” Daniel just looked down and was trying to think of an excuse of why he has to deal with family and his job form time to time.
“Yeah, well, HIS mother's still alive...anyways Baker still needs to see you.” Aya patted Daniel on the back to give him a moral boost while she head off towards Baker’s office. Back in the room where her desk is she takes some time to look over anything given to her. She finds a note on her phone saying “Aya’s eyes only”. She picks it up and flips it over while trying not to get Nix or Warner to look.
You can have a chance to talk to him one-on-one AFTER Baker’s next order.
Daniel gave her that message regarding the man she wanted to question from the moment she enter the precinct. Putting the note under piles of her work papers she goes into Baker’s office. Seeing him just as stress out as Ben was to Daniel’s turn down about the concert tickets.
“Sir.” Aya said as soon as she walked into the room while Baker waved her in to come closer. “I was coming back after I finish getting my weapon modded.” Baker nodded and sat upright and forward towards Aya.
“Yes. Now the reason why I have Daniel not talking about our “mystery man” out in the open is that mob scene outside. They aren’t here just for him. They don’t know that he is in this building or if he was seen at Carnegie Hall. But who gives a shit what they think right now; however, they need something to work with and the NYPD has to give them some piece of evidence or a “truth” of some sort. People in this city need an answer no matter what the fuck we can think of at this rate. Problem is…” Baker keeps telling Aya his plan of dealing with the reporters while he gets up from his chair to walk around. “…Daniel’s 15 seconds of fame with one reporter from last night…the one he gave a black eye to knows about you walking out of there…untouched. Some people think you did this which of course…I don’t believe, for now. They need someone who was in the middle of this and…well…” Aya looks at Baker for a reason why he was stalling.
“Well?” she said as Baker came up front with his words.
“We're having a press conference now, and I want you there too. You'll be on national television as the sole survivor of that incident. But you only answer when I ask you. The media is just looking for anything to grill us about. They may even turn you into a suspect. So you let me do the talking. Understood?” Aya had no other words to think about only two at this point.
“Yes, sir.” Aya knew already that Baker was going to do this to her as soon as word got out about her being one of the few survivors. She can tell that she will face a firing squad of cameras and people whose pens can change people’s lives.
“Let’s get started then.” Baker said while he walks down with Aya to the meeting at the other end of the hallway. Already reporters were checking their cameras and recording devices as the sounds from their voices grew louder and louder the closer Aya walked towards. Baker opens up the door while Aya follows in. Not a sound was made as the “only” survivor of that night stands near the podium while Baker takes a stand directly behind it. Two officers were present in the room to maintain order, which were Bob and Zed. They looked at Aya and gave her a signal while moving their lips without saying out loud, “We have your back. Don’t worry.” Aya knew she was safe from anything but the questions they were going to shoot at Baker and her.
About two hours into the meeting everything said about the police background checks on the crime scene were explained and the interview was going smoothly as Baker took most of the heat from the reporters. “So you are saying this could be the work of a terrorist?” Bob and Zed look at each other’s faces and just rolled their eyes while Baker answered the reporter’s question.
“That is what we currently speculate. Until more evidence is found we will suspect that it was that the hands of terrorists.” Another reporter shouts out another question.
“How about accounts of officers and firemen at the scene bursting into flames?”
“That was...” Aya saying before Baker cut her off. Her voice now finally said in the interview gave reporters the moment they can take advantage of.
“That was due to a rare, highly flammable chemicals which was used to start the fire. Our CSI team is still looking into what chemical compound the terrorists used.” A different reporter asks a question towards Aya.
“Another question. Then how did Detective Brea survive without so much as a minor burn?” Baker quickly answered back with any kind of line he could pull out of his ass to make sure Aya didn’t get chewed up by the media.
“This is a result of her quick thinking and training as an officer...” Baker’s answer towards the reporter was interrupted as he asks Aya from making eye contact and not him.
“I’m asking her the question. Captain!” Baker had to think of something
“She…” trying as hard as he could Aya was now be targeted. This was something Baker tried to avoid but it wasn’t ending well. If he could leave her out of this without getting so much public humiliation for lying in front of the news then his plan would work; however, Aya ruined it by speaking for when he had no words.
“She said that my mitochondria were a mutation.” The floor was dead silence for a moment the erupted with flashes and reporters shooting hands into the air for answers. Baker’s eye open wide as his plans for keeping her out just went up in flames. He turned around and looked at her while a vane started to show on his forehead.
“Aya!” he yelled out while the cameras kept flashing at the chaos that just happened as her silence ended.
“Your…mitochondria? Who said this?” a reported said trying to get some answers for himself.
“Melissa...No, she was Eve. But according to one report, which Baker said to you, Melissa Pearce was killed in the fire! Melissa did die. Her body had been taken over by this...Eve.” The cameras kept exploding light at Aya, Baker, Zed, and Bob as more is being said and more questions are being asked.
“What’s this Eve? Some kind of alien!? Are we under attack by aliens?” a reported said out loud among the maelstrom of media gathering. Baker took to the podium while he gave Zed and Bob the signal to control the mob of reporters.
“People, please! She is very tired, and we are still investigating... That will be all for today.” Baker said while trying to control the crowd with help from his two fellow officers. At which point he point at Aya and let her know that she needed to be out of that room. Moments later Baker got out while Zed and Bob started getting the reporters out of the precinct as the media mob kept yelling about “Freedom of the Press” and more questions for Aya. Baker stormed back into the detectives work space and back into his office. The other detectives including Daniel just looked at Baker’s reactions as the door slammed. Soon Aya came into the room as they could only think of one outcome from the meeting…failure to understand orders from Baker. Daniel started to walk towards Aya incase if anything happen to her; however, a loud yell could be hear and felt within everyone’s ear in that room.
“FUCK!” Everyone looked at each other then back on Aya to think she just made the situation worst. Before anyone could ask her why she could have said anything Baker open his office door and asks for her, Daniel and Nix. They go into his office while the door is locked as Baker goes back into his chair with a stress ball to crunch and crush. “Aya, I thought I told you not to say anything…”
“I'm telling the truth, sir.” Aya said while Nix makes a gesture towards her excuse for making Baker’s face turn red. Baker stands up while his hands slam into the table with the stress ball still in his palm.
“That's not the point! Who's going to believe you!? You'll only stir up the media and cause people to panic! Not to say that the media is going to make the people panic anyways. Hell, they might of think of us as the loony bin for cops in this Manhattan, not to mention that the media and cops doesn’t get along with the crap they say in the fucking newspapers and airing whatever on the TV channels!”
“Sir…” Daniel said trying to get Baker to calm down, “she was only…” he kept saying when the phone rings. Baker still hot headed picked up the phone and trying to act cool at the moment.
“Baker here...Who?...What does he want? Well, put him through then.” A moment of pause until another voice is being said over the ear piece. “This is Captain Baker...What? Meet?...You'll have to speak up? What? Yes, All right.” Voice goes dead as soon as Baker hangs up the phone. “Some Japanese scientist, I think. Couldn't understand his English too well. He was raving about some mito-something... Says he's coming over here. I guess our “failed” interview must have got this guy to come over to the states…unless he is already in America.”
“Might-o…what the hell?” Daniel said trying to sound the name of mitochondria.
“Is it mitochondria?” Aya corrected Daniel while seeing if he was trying to say that word.
“You mean the thing in the cell that makes energy from oxygen. Man I don’t need another biology class ever again to understand the simple parts of a cell.” Nix whined while Baker looked at him as a rookie.
“That's what Eve had said... That's it's time for the mitochondria to be set free…” Aya spoke out to everyone in the room. Nix didn’t respond to that statement from Aya while Daniel knew that this “Eve” character was the one at murdered everyone at Carnegie Hall.
“Sir, I'm taking Aya to go talk to the researcher.” Daniel said to Baker while he had too many problems to deal with.
“Go. Better get there before the media. It may explain that phone call too.” Baker said while waving them off. Nix stayed behind in the office to make sure Baker didn’t blow his top off. Aya and Daniel got out of his office while they talked about what happen in the interview.
“I can’t believe you had to say that to the media, Aya. I can understand for the people’s safety and to know the truth but that is something we have to limit. We can’t have everyone knowing about what happen that night including that fact we aren’t seen as a crazy police force. The media would eat us up.” Daniel explains while he checks his side arm.
“I thought it would be for the best…I could not just let people know that they were in danger if Eve just pops up again and kills a dozen or more innocence. And the cops would be dying not knowing what I know…or might know.” Aya said while looking at Daniel’s reaction.
“Hey. That’s why were heading out to see this researcher. Will get the answers from this scientist.” Daniel walks off to get his ammo from the weapons department as soon as he remembers something. “Oh Aya…that message I left for you. I guess your gonna have to wait until we get back.” Aya knew she forgot to do something and know any questions she had for the man would have to wait until she got back into the police station. Of course Aya knew about the M16 left behind. She walks with Daniel to see her new weapon and to talk about family matters with Ben and Daniel’s job issues; however, Daniel’s gut told him something was wrong. “Hey Aya…you go get your weapons and my mags…see me at my car.” Daniel felt something wrong in the air. His cop’s instincts was being guided or directed towards the upper floors. He remembers the sounds from the other officers making a lot of racket from talking to suspects and the after math that Aya pulled off in front of the reporters; however, the sounds from them were silent. Only with six bullets in his revolver he un-holster it while trying to hear out the sounds. He only heard the desk manger in the entrance doorway say something that didn’t sound like the normal happy tone that he knows. Daniel opens the doorway with his shoulder charging into it and point the gun at the desk manger while he was waving. At first Daniel thought the officer was just being himself, but his point of view stayed in the same place still after he made a loud sound that would shake up most people’s nerves. His gun then turns towards the front door entrance and to see a man about to walk out the door. He yells at him while the desk manger faints.
“Hold it right there!” Daniel said to the man. “Get your hands up and keep them up where I can see them. On the back of your head…slowly.” The man with a hood on his head did just that while Daniel walks towards him. The man with a hood over his head just stands still but didn’t move or do anything. “Well…speak up if you know what’s good for you…” Daniel said to the suspected man while he said something in his head.
“…Once again, Xeo…you let your guard down.” The stressed out Jedi said to himself.
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