Detective Jue: The Witness

Chapter 27: a letter of war

A month passed since what happened. A woman in a lab did testing on a flattened body from the previous case. The lab it's self, massively big, having several scientists tested on samples of Jue's previous cases. Demonic waves from the Hag spirit. They also have demonic tests of they're own. A slim man with a black turtle neck and a mask with no face, storms in yelling a cursing.
"Cannot have NOTHING?!", He yelled slamming the a counter, dislocating his hand the scientist watched in horror as he grunts from his frustration. The woman, working on the flattened bodies from the lust spirit, walked towards him.
"Are you ok Mister lain?" She asked. He growled at her as he slapped her continuously with his broken hand. She bawled up trying to resist saying please.
"Do I LOOK ok!?" He shouted as he put his hand back in place. He moved it around to make sure it's fine.
"Now, now I'm ok, but still not ok because I haven't seen no media, and oh, no news, telling my Holocell or Tv about a dead Israelite!" He spat at her. She shook preparing to wipe the blood from her mouth as Lain stopped her.
"No, no. I don't waste blood. The blood is life. Is art." He told her as he slowly collected it on his stain resistant gloves, smudging the blood on his mask, making a smile.
"Now you'll have one more try. Im very grateful for the blood you shed for me, it brings me life. How's our experiment?" He asked. They walked pass the tests as they came to a surveillance room, watching James as he trembles in the asylum. They watched as she displayed a stats screen.
"He hasn't showed any signs of spirit waves. Just been his own. However," she stated pulling up black wave with dull yellow. They never seem a wave like this, "With a advanced microscope, I was able to find what looks like a small demon seed."
"Pieces of the demon?" Mr.Lain asked.
"Correct." She answered. He pulled back James on the hologram. He continued trembling on his bed.
"Give him three months but watch him. Let's see how he reacts with his prescribed medication, after the three mark, we'll give him pills that boost his depression, his miserableness, then the demon will wake." He told her as she nodded. Lain started to walk away.
"I'm going to my writing room. You will be in charge of his performance, I want every change watched at all times. They F up, you F up, that means I F'd up," he turned around before going in the telepad(a advanced elevator), "And I don't like to F up, so you know, basically They F up, u F up, by default i F's up, I'll have to F u up. Ok? Ok." He threatens walking into the telepad, teleporting to his writing room. Like most generations they flock to the past, the history, and make it popular again. For Lain he enjoyed the Royal days, of Kings and Queens. Besides his whole Company being tech out, but the room he dedicated to kings and queens was a replica of a Writing room from 6th or 10th century. The times of the dark age. The room, being medium, made of wood. A wooden table, what looks like a writing podium. A high seat wood medieval back-stool, placed at the table. He sat as he gazed at he medieval set up.
Mister Lain, smiled through his black faceless mask, as he picked felt and examined his quill, and parchment. He started to write as his Second Visor, Rose knocked on his Portcullis(is a heavy vertically-closing gate typically found in medieval fortifications,consisting of a latticed girlle made of wood, metal, or a combination of the two). The huge gated door slid up, with grooves inset within each jab of the gateway. She entered as he sat enjoying writing.
"Good news I hope, if not leave me." He told her. She collected her words.
"I think this will please you My high grossing CEO." She assured. He continued to finish his writing even like the medieval times. Each letter had curves or lines in it. Rose being curious wondered what he is writing.
"Writing another entry my Great?" She asked. He giggled In glee.
"Not this time, this time, a letter," he started as he put finishing touches, "back in the 6th through 10th century, kings, use to write letter to announce public announcements throughout kingdoms and lands. One would be truce agreements." He turned around as he picked up the letter.
"And when it was time to over throw, they'll send Formal declarations or letters of defiance. A better way to truly understand is Shakespeare's masterpiece '4 Declarations of War and Truce Agreements'. Here I'll send four letters of declaring War on Jue and his wanna be detectives. Then anyone who steps in my way." He explained.
"However of funding interest in my hobby, why the hell who disturb me? What news you have!!?" He shouted in anger becoming obnoxious.
"My apologies, The Assassinus Family are returning from their decade training and are active for contracts." She quickly answered. He got up grabbing her face as she trembled gasping, despite being over the rest of his employees and being nasty and ruthless to them as Lain would, sometimes worse then him.
However, just the mentioning of Lain wanting to see her, or hearing that she could be in trouble. She quivers in fear of Lain. And for that he loves her fear deeply.
"Look at you, you go girl. That is good news." He praised her patting her head as she became flattered.
"That's perfectly on time," he exhorted twiddling with his fingers. "Let's see its august it normally takes three months for them to cross the border a couple weeks to be settled in and ready for contracts, it'll be December around that time, all falls into place." He explained as he wrap his letter with a red crimsons ribbon with golden patterns, stitched with XCT as a emblem. He whistled as a black cormorant with his head having a dark royal blue tone. On the side of it it's head was a circle tech. Lain gave it the letter.
"My messenger, send this to DoB city, to the spirit Detective's home." He commanded the bird as he put the location on a Hologram as it all went into the circle on the side of the birds head. It spread its wings, flying out his window.
"Tell those laborers to prepare, leave me be, i shall continue my writing Rose." He ordered her, she left as the top of his page started with a journal entry.