Manic Monday: (Dane Monday 1)

by Dennis Liggio

  "I really shouldn't let her say all that," said Jameson. "Voss shouldn't be filming it either."

  "Let her have this moment," said Dane gently. "You can call it a gas leak later."

  "I wasn't going to call it a gas leak. It's not a gas leak. But maybe some of these things shouldn't be said to the public. The government might want to explore some angles first. And everything else seems too fantastic. Who's going to believe there was a walking demon?"

  "That's the point I'm making," said Dane. "Who's going to believe it? She wants to tell this story, but many are going to suggest it didn't happen, no matter what they say. You don't have to worry. Whatever secrets you're trying to keep will be kept."

  "I was there and I still don't believe it was a demon," said Jameson. "It was... well, it was something else. It wasn't a demon, though."

  "Of course it wasn't," said Dane. "You believe what you want to believe."

  "If I wasn't feeling so strangely calm right now, I'd probably get in your face for patronizing me," said Jameson.

  Dane smiled. "Lucky me." He looked over to see a familiar pickup truck that had stopped not far away. "Well, it looks like my ride is here."

  "You know, I really should arrest you," said Jameson.

  "Oh?" said Dane, wondering if he had another knockout snow globe, then remembering he didn't have his satchel, only the severed robot arm. "For what?"

  "You're a person of interest in an act of large scale terrorism," said Jameson.

  "An act I helped stop, if you recall. You personally witnessed that."

  "I know, but I can't help thinking that the public might be served if we had you in for questioning. Maybe kept a closer eye on you."

  "So you're taking me in?" said Dane.

  "I'm saying that I'm going to stand here watching the fire for a while. And if when I turn around, you're not here, then I'll tell my superiors that I lost track of you in the aftermath." Jameson turned his back on Dane.

  "That's very kind," said Dane.

  "Talking is just going to make me turn around," said Jameson.

  "Right! I'll be leaving then!"

  Dane jogged over to the pickup truck. In the back was a large metal device, vaguely smoking. He got in the passenger side. As the truck drove away, Dane said, "I'm surprised to see you here."

  "I lost the toss on who should pick you up," said Jaya. "Wong wanted it to be a gamble. I think he hates that we all cancelled on poker night because of this. Besides, I was hoping to see if I could salvage a few pieces of the Professor's creation. I found this servo motor a few blocks away, probably thrown by the explosion. But it seems like all the good stuff is still in the robot and it doesn't look like I'm getting near it right now."

  "You could probably check the salvage market tomorrow," said Dane. "You might not be the only one to find the good stuff a few blocks away."

  "Where's your new sidekick?" asked Jaya.

  "Her?" said Dane, looking back out the window at the crisis area. At this distance Abby was just red hair in the middle of a circle of cameras. "She's back there living her dream. I think this was just a one time thing, anyway. I don't think I'll see her again. I don't think she likes the risk."

  Jaya just nodded.

  "It's probably for the best," said Dane.

  "One of these times I'm going to hear you say that about someone and actually mean it," said Jaya.

  Officially, none of that happened. The official story was far more tame than what Abby tried to tell people. A few essential facts were there, but it was lacking next to the truth. The man who claimed himself Roger Carmichael was branded a terrorist, but he was missing, assumed dead. Carmichael's terrorist cell, which had ties to the Friends of the Terminus Hotel, were responsible for bombings at the hotel, Willowsby Hall, and Avalon's Hope. They were also responsible for ill-explained chemical gas attacks which left many residents dizzy and confused. The Terminus control room team weren't tied to any specific crimes. Under extreme interrogation, it was confirmed that they simply operated equipment, and there were not enough accepted facts to tie them directly with the destruction. The officials would have to admit the demon's existence to truly arrest any of those who operated it. Colette and Gustav were wanted, however. They had vanished in the chaos. A statewide manhunt for them was underway.

  To her initial dismay, Abby did not get a job as a reporter. Though in private the network reporters applauded her bearing and work, the network execs were keeping her as their plausible deniability. The story she reported from the wreckage was too different from the official version. Hiring her would put them in an uncomfortable credibility dilemma.

  In the end, she decided that it worked out to be a good thing. The networks had given her free publicity when they co-opted her reporting. What they hadn't gotten was her footage from inside the Terminus. She put that up online under her name. Within a day she had an internet channel with more views that most of the major networks. Whether it was believed or not, she had footage the networks lacked. She had video of Carmichael and the control room. She had the interior of the Terminus rubble and the looks of the survivors as they pulled themselves free. She even had shaky footage of the robot falling before its explosion. People wanted to see these things.

  She hadn't intended to be, but somehow she had become the new face of the "real" news of New Avalon. Though it was often glossed over and sidelined, there were those in Avalon who felt that things were happening that just weren't admitted, that weren't reported. They knew the town was far stranger than the news admitted and nobody was telling them what really happened. And now they were counting on Abby to be that person and bring them the stories. Abby wasn't sure about this new role at first, but when her internet channel's views became ad revenue and that ad revenue more than paid for her rent, she became surprisingly comfortable in this position.

  It was a rollercoaster of a week for Abby and it culminated with a date with Will Voss. She was high on her good fortune and starry eyed to be out with the young hero. At first, there was a reality check. Of course there was no way he was the perfect hero she had built him up to be. He was just a person and of course flawed. Maybe he was a little too rigid, as he was a federal agent. Maybe he had a little too much ambition and maybe he was a little competitive. But reality can be quite good if given a chance. She found that he was a good person, he was surprisingly sweet, and he was interested in her for more than her looks or her sudden celebrity. And maybe it was a little flattering that he went on the date with her even when his superiors would rather he not. That good date lead to tentative plans for another.

  The day after the great date and the rollercoaster week led her to another conclusion: she wanted more in her life. This was not just greed for more success, a withdrawal from the recent excitement, or an addiction to new experiences. She instead realized the direction she wanted her life to take. It wasn't about being New Abby or Old Abby. It was realizing that both those views of herself were constructions of a pointless conflict. Her new life was already happening, she just needed to ride it to where she wanted to go.

  Jaya answered her door to find Dane. There was a manic gleefulness stretched across his face. She knew that look. He had a case.

  "I need to borrow a few things from you!" said Dane, walking past her into the garage without even saying hello. "I think maybe another jammer, and maybe... ooo, do you have a disruption glove? And maybe something that unlocks doors! I mean, surely you could cook up the tech equivalent of an Enochian Omnitool! You're like magic with a wrench and soldering iron!"

  "Don't you have your own things?" said Jaya, closing the door and following Dane.

  "I do - I did, but Abby had my satchel after the Terminus," said Dane. "Which is fine! I had a few things at home! But I thought I should bolster my loadout, y'know? And I thought, who's my best girl who has all the gadgets?"

  Jaya rolled her eyes. "Why didn't you just call Abby and get the satchel back?"

  "Oh, you know," said Dane nervously. "I pu
sh! I'm pushy! We both know that, right? You usually before me. You're always saying how I push people into things. I thought, maybe this time I'll listen to Jaya! If Abby doesn't want to do this anymore, I won't pressure her! She's got all the stuff in her life happening, so she's busy!"

  "You thought it would be too much pressure on her if you simply asked for your stuff back?" said Jaya.

  "Yes," said Dane. "Am I wrong? Is that too much pressure? Well, it doesn't matter right now! But can I borrow a few things? A cup of sugar, a robot deactivation tool, maybe a signal scanner? I'm not sure exactly what I'll need, but I'm sure you have a few interesting odds and ends I could stick into a bag! Oh, by the way, do you have a bag I can borrow?"

  Jaya smiled slyly. "Perhaps you'd like a cup of coffee first."

  "Coffee? I'd love some coffee! I've only had, like, maybe three cups today! Do you still have that coffee making robot? I loved that little guy!"

  Jaya gestured to her kitchen. Dane walked excitedly over to the door, stopping short in the doorway.

  "She came over earlier to talk," said Jaya, walking up behind him. "Though honestly it isn't me she needs to be talking to."

  Sitting at the table with a cup of tea in her hand was Abby. "Hello Dane," she said with a slightly bashful smile.

  "Abby!" said Dane. "How are you? Phenomenal, I hope! You look phenomenal!"

  "Flattery really doesn't suit you," said Abby. "So we should talk."

  "I know, I know," said Dane. "I'm sorry I pressured you into going to the hotel. You almost died. I almost died. We all almost died. It really wasn't one of my best plays. When I saw the Terminus rubble, I really worried about you. I was glad when I saw you standing there reporting. How was that? But more importantly, I'm sorry. Truly sorry."

  Jaya had walked past Dane into the room to turn on the coffee robot. She smiled hearing Dane overapologize.

  "I didn't ask you to say sorry," said Abby.

  "Then what did you want to talk about?" said Dane.

  Abby grabbed Dane's satchel from the floor and put it on the table. "For one thing, I needed to return this."

  "My gadgets!" said Dane excitedly, walking over to the table to grab the satchel and hug it lovingly.

  "And second, I want to go out on a case with you," said Abby.

  "You do?" said Dane with confused surprise.

  "But you have to left me film it," said Abby.

  Dane frowned. "Are you sure you want to do that? You saw how people treated you when you tried to report the Terminus destruction. I heard how the news networks won't touch you now. You know nobody's going to believe this new story, right?"

  "Maybe the networks don't care," said Abby, "but there are people who do. They deserve to know and I'll keep telling them as long as they listen. And whether they believe it or not, I'm going to try. This is for me, not them. And if getting these stories means I'm going to risk my life doing something I love, so be it." She stood up from the table to be somewhat on eye level with him. "So I'm asking again. Dane, can I go on your adventures and film them?"

  "Of course you can," said Dane with a smile. "Let's shake on it."

  He put out his hand and she took it, shaking in firmly.

  "To adventure!" said Dane.

  "To adventure," said Abby.

  The coffee robot dinged.

  "Also coffee!" said Dane. "Never forget the coffee!"

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  About the Author

  Dennis Liggio is the author of eleven books, including the Damned Lies series, The Lost and the Damned, and the novella Cthulhu, Private Investigator. He is a veteran of the game industry, enjoys long walks on the beach while thumbing through tomes of unspeakable evil, and rumor has it that if you say his name three times in front of a mirror at midnight he will appear and give you Hostess Fruit Pies. He writes primarily in the genres of geeky absurdist humor, horror, and urban fantasy. He lives in Austin, Texas with his wife and two furry monsters.

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