Chapter Four !! Getting Close To Some Of The Bigger Reveals ^^

chapter four !! getting close to some of the bigger reveals ^^

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general summary :

evidence starts to be gathered, and emmet begins to explain himself.

word count :

1,565

“ boss emmet? i thought you went home earlier than usuaaaaal- hello officers! what brings you to our humble station at such an hour? ”

jackie, if good at one thing, was reading the room. the boss was not standing in his usual confident, rigid posture; despite being the tallest person in the room, it looked as if he was somewhat trying to make himself seem smaller. noting the brown and purple haired officers at either of his sides; not by name, seeing as they weren’t faces they exactly recognized, but the shiny silver interpol badges pinned on their persons was enough.

scooting back in their desk chair, the depot agent adjusted their hat, fixing their posture more formally and sitting up straight.

“ cameron’s doing a maintenance round on the southbound tunnel, if you’re looking for him. ”

“ from what we’ve been told, mx. jackie, you’re the individual we need to speak with. we need you to pull up the security camera footage in mr. treyne’s office from about 1:29pm. ”

the man with darker hair nodded, his hands resting in his pockets loosely.

“ got it. ”

with a nod and small two fingered salute, they spun in their chair to face the monitors settled around the desk. the room went from awkward silences to being full of the sound of intent mouse clicking and keyboard taps. after a few moments, jackie turns their head, admittedly a bit intimidated, but keeping a cool front regardless.

“ do you want this on a USB, or is just seeing the footage here alright? ”

“ if it’s within the realm of convenience right now, a USB would be of much use. ”

the formally dressed woman spoke up, this time.

“ got it, officer. i’ll go grab one- you three can watch whatever you need to see on that left monitor. ”

getting up from their chair and heading towards a filing cabinet, jackie could not help but find themself suppressing a shiver. security was usually their department, considering how.. frequent, they were on the job.

so they had been in perfect witness of.. whatever happened earlier.

the whole interaction, boss emmet had been eerily silent; even as jackie discreetly paused with the empty USB stick grasped in one hand, watching the three quietly huddle close to the monitor, they noticed the way he hung back, silvery eyes glazed with worry. maybe even mild fear; not one they could comprehend with just a glance.

jackie was perceptive, sure, but unfortunately could not read minds. as convenient as that would be.

so, unable to tell what thoughts were buzzing in their boss’ head, they simply passed him the USB without a word, dipping their head with a tilt of their hat.

seeing his own panic from an outsider’s perspective was mildly unnerving, at best. watching over the recording silently, brows furrowed, he watched as the tiny numbers on what was his desk clock shift to 1:30- the resounding shake afterward, and his own frantic scramble underneath his desk as the room began to tremble from the otherworldly force. the way his office was left in disarray, the way that heap of snow and fabric scraps, one of which was bunched in his pocket, were flung into the room as the jagged portal of sorts sealed itself shut.

his jaw stayed clenched shut as he passed the empty USB drive to officer looker, ( that was his name, though not something he thought was necessary to verbalize at the moment, ) resting gloved hands at his sides with a rattled sigh.

watching the detectives calmly do their work, eventually the other turns to him, ( anabel was her name, yet, once again, it was not something he felt the need to address out loud. )

everyone was silent, anyways; looker was watching as the security footage slowly downloaded, jackie was awkwardly shifted to the side, watching every move anyone made in the room like a rather stern swana.

subtly, that is.

his mind being lost amidst his little observation, emmet snapped back to attention as anabel, ( yes, the other officer, ) carefully rested a plain white card, with fine black print. a business card, sort of, except it didn’t really advertise, just state the obvious.

“ we’ll be in contact with you soon, mr. treyne. have a good night, and get home safe. ”

the two leave soon after, looker carefully pocketing the USB. after what seemed to be several, silent, streeeetched out minutes, emmet swore he finally saw jackie blink once again, as they adjusted their hat, stifling a sigh.

“ bit tense there, ey boss? ”

albeit an awkward face, emmet finds himself making, he eventually nodded, hands resting in his pocket. he found himself insistently flicking the latch of the old, weathered pokeball once again, perhaps as a way to channel his current feelings, and while eventually jackie did raise an eyebrow at the clicking, the depot agent didn’t press.

“ well it’s getting late, and i presume you’ve had a long day. i’ll be back to my work, hut follow those officers’ advice and get home safely, alright boss? ”

yet again, emmet nods.

the walk home was neither particularly bad nor good. dark, but the street lights served their purpose, and he found himself able to navigate back home just fine. in full honesty, emmet was a tad concerned the moment he walked in the doorway, ingo would be sitting on the couch with the lights off like a dramatic parent waiting for their child who snuck out.

somehow arceus had managed to give him worse of a reality, as not one, but two silhouettes were visible in the slightly lit up windows as he neared the house.

taking in a deep breath, emmet reached for his keys, opening the door with a heavy exhale.

“ i am emmet. ingo, why did you invite elesa over at such an hour. ”

( raising a brow, as if feigning innocence, the other silver haired man was visible in the living room, sitting criss cross on the couch with chandelure rested in his lap, ) the pokemon emitting a low chime as emmet walked through the door.

( the corners of his lips were ever so further down then usual; clearly a sign ingo meant business. )

that, and elesa leaning over the back of the sofa, her arms crossed with nothing short of a stern look on her face. now both of them looked like disappointed parents.

sighing in defeat, emmet hung up his coat, grabbing the eccentric pokeball, the small series of post it notes, and fabric scrap from the pocket, and holding the small assortment of objects in his hands as he sat on the couch beside his brother. while both of them raised eyebrows at the odd collection, neither seemed to question it at first.

after a few beats of silence, emmet spoke up first.

“ i assume you heard what happened from ingo. ”

“ who else? can’t exactly go worrying everyone and not expect someone to call me, em. ”

lightly flicking a stray piece of hair on his head, elesa’s face softened, and eventually ingo’s further then usual frown settled as well.

“ now do you have a spot where you want to start, or would you prefer prompting? ”

while there was a bit of an amused edge to elesa’s words, emmet’s response was a snort, carefully thumbing the latch of the pokeball once again.

( this time, ingo seemed to notice it more, tentatively reaching out a hand in a silent “could i hold this?” )

noting the other’s gesturing and fascinated expression, emmet passed him the thing, seeing no harm in it.

“ that fell out of the..space time distortion that woke me up. verrry rudely so. ”

( ingo seemed practically enraptured by the item in his hands, but the brief flicker of his eyes back to emmet with a small nod was his indication of paying attention. ) chandelure seemed to chime in tune with it’s trainer’s enthusiasm, clearly.

emmet does not vocally wince at the way one eye is still in that peculiar triangle shape, and not in fact some twisted hallucination, but he sure wants to.

instead, he focuses once again.

at some point in his explanation, elesa moves from her position behind the couch to sit on emmet’s other side, also intently listening.

“ right. i did not explain what that was. a space time distortion is a rupture in time and space. caused by weak points in these places. or by other external means. for some reason, i believe they are being drawn to me. i do not know why, but something is afoot, and i am going to set it right by whatever means i must take. ”

he holds up the first post it note; a pale yellow, a simple note written on it’s front side.

“ to emmet treyne. ”

“ you don’t know me. that’s ok. but i need you to listen very carefully to this note. ”

“ your brother is in danger. i can’t tell you what just yet, but make sure neither of you are in his office at 5:30 tomorrow morning. ”

“ -v. ”

“ but i do not believe i was their original target. ”

Chapter Four !! Getting Close To Some Of The Bigger Reveals ^^

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