Post by Ed Thompson on Jun 14, 2009 13:43:27 GMT -5
Strolling quickly yet quietly through the park, one might think Ed Thompson was in some kind of hurry to a special event. An event which he could not speak of, and would act as though he had no knowledge of, because of its top-secret allegations. This idea might be expanded based on the fact that Ed had worked with the FBI for the majority of his adult life. However, the fact is, Ed was not hurrying anyplace in particular. He was not trying to meet a time limit, or keep his head down, lest someone overhear him. He was merely in a hurry because, frankly, he did not like people.
People. Looking around with shallow eyes at those around him, Ed could not help but nearly gag at the thought of the statistics presented here. This was a busy day, being that it was rather sunny, the weather was nice, and there was not a dark cloud in sight. Thus, he would hazard a guess that there might be around 50 people playing in and near the park. 50 people equals 100%. Out of those people, not one would answer him with a negative if he asked if they had never sinned in their lives. 100% of 50 have done something that they are ashamed of. The majority of these people have only done harmless things, perhaps yelling at a child, quarreling with an ally, or lusting after a member of the opposite sex. However, out of all 50 of these people, he was almost certain that one had, or would go on to do, something that could never be taken back.
Would the small girl throwing the rubber ball to her brother end up losing her mind after childbirth, attacking and murdering her small child? Or perhaps her brother, in a fit of drunken rage at her sister’s lack of sympathy for his addiction, would beat her to a bloody pulp upon the floor of their kitchen. The possibilities were endless, and Ed would rather not think of them. However, after all that he had seen in his line of work, neither of those situations would surprise him. Rape, murder, assault, arson; all sorts of heinous crimes were possibilities when one took into account the natural disorder of the human mind. It was pathetic, frankly.
100% of 50 were suspects in the grand scheme of life.
Yet he was no longer concerned with such matters in his life. He no longer thought of domestic violence, or sexual assault. He had given up that life in exchange for his current mission. That being…capturing Kira and bringing him to death, along with punishing all those that would dare to support him and his campaign of terror. To be frank, any one of these 50 surrounding him could, in fact, be the man (or woman) that he was looking for, and that thought frightened even the hardened former FBI agent as he zoomed through a crowd of teenagers, each with their own brand of hooliganism as they entered the park, which now held 54 people, disregarding any that might have left outside of his field of view. He was tired. It had been two long months since he had begun his own investigation, making use of his contacts and friends within the Federal Bureau of Investigation. He couldn’t say he was surprised that they hadn’t helped him much. After all, the CIA were the ones that were supposed to handle affairs outside of the country…but the fact was, such designations no longer mattered. There was no margin for error, no room for independence on the part of the great country of America. The world needed to band together to fight Kira, and that meant using all resources available. At least his president knew that much at this point…
Not only did Ed have to compete with Kira himself (for he generally designated Kira as male, to simplify conversations with himself), he also needed, for his own sanity, to beat those brats from Wammy’s House to the punch when it came to solving this case. The only one he knew of that was truly working on this case was L, and Ed could respect him. After all, he’d achieved so much, and was such an inspiration to those that valued justice. However, he knew that that…orphanage, or whatever one might call it, would have something else up their sleeve. Some genetically gifted freak, mutated into machinery and cast out of the public eye. He had met one of those kids on his way to Japan, and although she did not seem so horrible, he was certain that she was the exception to the rule. He would not fathom allowing anyone but L to ascend to a level above his, and that was a fact. And even when it came to L himself, Ed would not let him win this battle overall. If he could solve the Kira Case before L did, that would put them on equal ground. Even with all of those cases solved, L would have to remember that he had been beaten by a man, not a brat from his alma mater, but a man from the United States, with feelings and motive. That was his final goal.
That wasn’t to say that he was above helping and receiving help from L himself. If the man offered, who was he to refuse? Besides, he was short on material, and even the most excellent of detectives could not start an investigation based on absolutely nothing. Ed was good, the fourth greatest detective worldwide, next to L, Eraldo Coil, and Deneuve. He did not know much about the latter two of the three, but L was his ultimate objective. He would prove that he was the best of the best, not only in the United States, but worldwide. And he would do whatever it took to prove this. He was rushing through this crowd, not only because of his dislike for humanity in general. He was rushing to the glory that would be found via victory. And he would not take time to relax, for justice never sleeps…
People. Looking around with shallow eyes at those around him, Ed could not help but nearly gag at the thought of the statistics presented here. This was a busy day, being that it was rather sunny, the weather was nice, and there was not a dark cloud in sight. Thus, he would hazard a guess that there might be around 50 people playing in and near the park. 50 people equals 100%. Out of those people, not one would answer him with a negative if he asked if they had never sinned in their lives. 100% of 50 have done something that they are ashamed of. The majority of these people have only done harmless things, perhaps yelling at a child, quarreling with an ally, or lusting after a member of the opposite sex. However, out of all 50 of these people, he was almost certain that one had, or would go on to do, something that could never be taken back.
Would the small girl throwing the rubber ball to her brother end up losing her mind after childbirth, attacking and murdering her small child? Or perhaps her brother, in a fit of drunken rage at her sister’s lack of sympathy for his addiction, would beat her to a bloody pulp upon the floor of their kitchen. The possibilities were endless, and Ed would rather not think of them. However, after all that he had seen in his line of work, neither of those situations would surprise him. Rape, murder, assault, arson; all sorts of heinous crimes were possibilities when one took into account the natural disorder of the human mind. It was pathetic, frankly.
100% of 50 were suspects in the grand scheme of life.
Yet he was no longer concerned with such matters in his life. He no longer thought of domestic violence, or sexual assault. He had given up that life in exchange for his current mission. That being…capturing Kira and bringing him to death, along with punishing all those that would dare to support him and his campaign of terror. To be frank, any one of these 50 surrounding him could, in fact, be the man (or woman) that he was looking for, and that thought frightened even the hardened former FBI agent as he zoomed through a crowd of teenagers, each with their own brand of hooliganism as they entered the park, which now held 54 people, disregarding any that might have left outside of his field of view. He was tired. It had been two long months since he had begun his own investigation, making use of his contacts and friends within the Federal Bureau of Investigation. He couldn’t say he was surprised that they hadn’t helped him much. After all, the CIA were the ones that were supposed to handle affairs outside of the country…but the fact was, such designations no longer mattered. There was no margin for error, no room for independence on the part of the great country of America. The world needed to band together to fight Kira, and that meant using all resources available. At least his president knew that much at this point…
Not only did Ed have to compete with Kira himself (for he generally designated Kira as male, to simplify conversations with himself), he also needed, for his own sanity, to beat those brats from Wammy’s House to the punch when it came to solving this case. The only one he knew of that was truly working on this case was L, and Ed could respect him. After all, he’d achieved so much, and was such an inspiration to those that valued justice. However, he knew that that…orphanage, or whatever one might call it, would have something else up their sleeve. Some genetically gifted freak, mutated into machinery and cast out of the public eye. He had met one of those kids on his way to Japan, and although she did not seem so horrible, he was certain that she was the exception to the rule. He would not fathom allowing anyone but L to ascend to a level above his, and that was a fact. And even when it came to L himself, Ed would not let him win this battle overall. If he could solve the Kira Case before L did, that would put them on equal ground. Even with all of those cases solved, L would have to remember that he had been beaten by a man, not a brat from his alma mater, but a man from the United States, with feelings and motive. That was his final goal.
That wasn’t to say that he was above helping and receiving help from L himself. If the man offered, who was he to refuse? Besides, he was short on material, and even the most excellent of detectives could not start an investigation based on absolutely nothing. Ed was good, the fourth greatest detective worldwide, next to L, Eraldo Coil, and Deneuve. He did not know much about the latter two of the three, but L was his ultimate objective. He would prove that he was the best of the best, not only in the United States, but worldwide. And he would do whatever it took to prove this. He was rushing through this crowd, not only because of his dislike for humanity in general. He was rushing to the glory that would be found via victory. And he would not take time to relax, for justice never sleeps…
