Hound55
Byfar The Most Evil Thing
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Vic Sage - formerly Charles Szasz - a prodigious young trial attorney, has secured a job at Hub City legal juggernaut Soule, Guggenheim, Liu and Associates.
After 8 months of menial paperwork, his mentor a highly reputably, yet somewhat unlikeable man named Martin Banks has allowed him to go through the company Slush pile in search of his own work.
In that file hes found a name from his past. Aristotle Rodor, a renaissance man thinker, philosopher, scientist, artist who created the product Psuedoderm, an artificial bandage which has the potential to revolutionize field medicine in the armed forces.
Sage met the conman, Arby Twain, who has been attempting to steal this invention from his old friend and he served him with a dubious writ with the intention of panicking Twain into revealing the whereabouts of the pseudoderm.
After office hours, Vic Sage returned to the office and stole the pseudoderm. However, Twain stumbled upon his attempt and the two fought. In the ensuing struggle Twain fell to his death through the window of the highrise office building. Sage fled the scene.
This is what follows
After 8 months of menial paperwork, his mentor a highly reputably, yet somewhat unlikeable man named Martin Banks has allowed him to go through the company Slush pile in search of his own work.
In that file hes found a name from his past. Aristotle Rodor, a renaissance man thinker, philosopher, scientist, artist who created the product Psuedoderm, an artificial bandage which has the potential to revolutionize field medicine in the armed forces.
Sage met the conman, Arby Twain, who has been attempting to steal this invention from his old friend and he served him with a dubious writ with the intention of panicking Twain into revealing the whereabouts of the pseudoderm.
After office hours, Vic Sage returned to the office and stole the pseudoderm. However, Twain stumbled upon his attempt and the two fought. In the ensuing struggle Twain fell to his death through the window of the highrise office building. Sage fled the scene.
This is what follows
Vic Sage walks to the Spruce Street office of Soule, Guggenheim and Associates through the mornings frost, hugging himself in the folds of his overcoat. Rounding a corner he sees a pair of black-n-whites, a Hub City PD officer standing by the front door.
Vic continued towards the office before he drew unnecessary attention to himself. He knew exactly why they were here, but he hoped his face didnt betray that knowledge.
His face needed to convey curiosity. As he rushed up those steps, behind his eyes, there must remain a question.
A Question Of Loyalty Part 5
Martin Banks, you are being placed under arrest. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed to you Mr Banks, do you understand these rights as they have been read to you?
Vic Sage entered the office just in time to see the Hub City Police placing Banks under arrest. The officers seemed to have a certain glee behind those words, which was only being contained by their desire to ensure the collar was clean and the Miranda given clear.
A defense attorney collar would put a new spring in their step for a while. But the knowledge that the perp would be smart enough to twist and use any misstep against them kept the officers from getting brash.
Bill Soule stood to the side with his arms folded, watching proceedings in contemplation. Alice behind the front desk sat aghast. If Vic had been early that day, hed know that she had held that expression for the past ten to fifteen minutes.
What exactly is going on here? Vic demanded, but was quickly ushered to the side with Soule, the supervising senior officer and a third man in a suit, as two other officers frogmarched Banks out the front door in handcuffs.
Mr Banks is the primary suspect in the murder of my client, Arby Twain. The third man spoke, as the trio watched Banks leave with the two officers.
Hell also be facing numerous charges ranging from fraud, to false pretences, to forgery of a judges signature.
Sage had been careful. Taken every measure he could think of to protect himself. Hed delivered the writ late on Friday so Twain would have no way of seeking legal counsel. How could this be?
A page was stuffed into his hands, which immediately clarified the situation.
This is a copy of the faxed document I received late Friday.
Fax. Goddamned fax. Vic thought to himself as he looked over what was in his hands.
If you wish to have an attorney go with him back to lock-up
That wont be an issue. Soule said. This firm has no interest in being seen as having any part of what Mr Banks may have allegedly been partaking in.
This time it was Vics turn to look aghast. He was watching Banks getting cut loose. Amputated like a cancerous limb.
Soule answered a few more questions. Officers and Twains lawyer left some time later after boxing up much of Martin Banks office as evidence.
* * * * *
It was some time later that Soule walked into the room that Sage was pouring through articles in a file. He closed the door behind him and sat down, staring at the young lawyer who sat opposite as if to try and take his measure.
A bit of excitement this morning, wasnt there?
Sage looked up and nodded in agreement.
A little bit
Vic went back to his file, head down pouring over words, re-reading several as he struggled to actually take in any of what he read.
Hey! Soule expostulated, demanding the younger lawyers attention.
Sage raised his face up to meet his gaze. Soule looked at him as if to read him. He rubbed a hand across his jaw as he tried to gauge the younger attorney.
It was an accident, wasnt it? It wasnt supposed to happen like that.
He knows! Sage thought to himself. How! his mind raced. All the while trying to keep his face blank; a much more difficult task this morning without the pseudoderm...[/LEFT]
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