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Thomas run his tongue along his teeth as he reads the book carefully.
He does not wait for an answer, as he dives into making a list of everything, photographing each item and finding boxes for everthing. I'm going to need some time with this book, I'm pretty sure it is as ciphered tome.
/Thomas walks across the room, pulling out his wallet, and removing his credit card as he crouch down next to the book. "'Curiouser and curiouser!' cried Alice" He is so much surprised, that for the moment she quite forgets how to pretend to be one of the Sheeple, licking the corner of his mouth in anticipation. First he slids the card under the cover and confirms his suspicion that it is indeed a first edition and then slides it lower opening the book at the book mark with the card, careful at all times to not touch the book itself with his bare hand. He scan reads the page looking for notation, water marking and pin-pricks in the paper. He then scans reads again for content. Even as he reads, he is reaching for the near by surgical gloves, which he slips on carefully.He picks up the book with his newly gloved hands and straightens up as he speaks. "'now I'm opening out like the largest telescope that ever was! Good-bye, feet!'"
Upon arrival at the Green Box, Thomas clambers out of the car and walks around to the boot, where he grabs his go bag. He slings it around his shoulder and leans against the car waiting for Marks. The file doesn't mention this places parrot having sounded, so it's probably secure.
Oh come of it. Angleton pulls out his jesus phone and types a quick question into the search engine of choice. He pauses for a moment doing some quick maths in his head. As I suspected, only about one person in eight thousand, three hundred and thirty something is even killed by gunshot in DC, and I think we can safely predict that 'random person shots off duty cop without provocation' as being a vanishingly small subset of that rather uncommon whole. If all four had been killed in late night RTI's or killed by their partners because of a marital dispute, it might be a coincidence but this? Angleton's tone is more level now, though he still has a weirdly intense air about him, like he never experiences anything as human as has doubt, or fears.
Thomas searches through the files, reading each snap shot resport. Every so often a little chuckling escapes despite his efforts to not appear callous. Death by seatbelt in a low speed collision? Peanut allergy, and just happened to forget his EpiPen? Death by random stranger shooting? Auto-erotic asphyxiation? People do not just get shot, peanuts do not just fall into the food of people with allergies, people do not get their necks broken in low speed collisions and the number of cases death by auto-erotic asphyxiation, must be so low as to be epidemiologically insignificant. Thomas' hands move around furiously as he speaks, endangering the drinks of those near by. These deaths are all staggeringly unlikely, and the fact that they are all members of the same 'working group', just compounds the probability problem! A tiny fleck of spittle escapes his mouth, as he speaks faster and faster, as deep and overwelming Nerd rage sets in. However, his voice remains low and controlled at odds with his body language and tone.
Thomas pauses for breath and looks around at the no doubt slightly glassy eyed expressions of the other. TLDR; Once is bad luck, twice is a coincidence, three times is enemy action. Oh, and whoever or whatever is responcible either wants us to know these deaths are enemy action and doesn't care, or just doesn't think in a manner close enough to use to realise we'd pick that up. |
