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Oct. 12th, 2006 02:09 pmThursday, October 12, 2006
7-11 – Long Island University Campus
Fort Greene, Brooklyn
"Oh, it's you again," said the woman behind the counter. "Hello, Dr. Stantz. What happened to that burrito?"
Ray hesitated only a moment before saying, very firmly and sincerely, "We put it out of its misery."
"Good, good. That kind of thing doesn't usually happen here."
"Yeah, I think someone would've said something if you were routinely serving supernaturally distressed microwave lunch food," Ray said. "Is there any chance I would be able to talk to your suppliers about where that particular burrito's shipment came from? And possibly a representative of whoever holds the title on the land this establishment is built on?"
She drew breath, but the next voice to speak was male, and came from behind. "Hello, Dr. Stantz."
Ray blinked and turned around. "Detective Chen? What're you doing here?"
"I live on Ashland." Chen sneezed. "And I have a miserable cold, so don't get too close."
"No problem." Ray backed up a step. "Listen, I've been going over the findings on the map- are you in any kind of condition to talk about the packets, by the way?"
"Not really." The detective managed to get a handful of tissue in front of his face before sneezing again. "It'd go in one ear and out the other right now. Sorry."
"That's okay. I'll fax the results to the precinct- I've still got your card."
"Good, I- oh." Chen grimaced, pushing at the sides of his nose with both hands. "Before I forget. We got results back on some of the dirt in those bundles. Have you got your PKE meter on you?"
Ray patted his belt. "Always do. Why, what'd you find?"
"That stuff's local." He nodded towards the door. "Someone took a shovel to the park. Right around the Martyrs Monument. You might want a look."
"You know," Ray said, "I just might at that. Thanks, Detective."
"No-" He sneezed. "-problem. God, I hate being sick."
7-11 – Long Island University Campus
Fort Greene, Brooklyn
"Oh, it's you again," said the woman behind the counter. "Hello, Dr. Stantz. What happened to that burrito?"
Ray hesitated only a moment before saying, very firmly and sincerely, "We put it out of its misery."
"Good, good. That kind of thing doesn't usually happen here."
"Yeah, I think someone would've said something if you were routinely serving supernaturally distressed microwave lunch food," Ray said. "Is there any chance I would be able to talk to your suppliers about where that particular burrito's shipment came from? And possibly a representative of whoever holds the title on the land this establishment is built on?"
She drew breath, but the next voice to speak was male, and came from behind. "Hello, Dr. Stantz."
Ray blinked and turned around. "Detective Chen? What're you doing here?"
"I live on Ashland." Chen sneezed. "And I have a miserable cold, so don't get too close."
"No problem." Ray backed up a step. "Listen, I've been going over the findings on the map- are you in any kind of condition to talk about the packets, by the way?"
"Not really." The detective managed to get a handful of tissue in front of his face before sneezing again. "It'd go in one ear and out the other right now. Sorry."
"That's okay. I'll fax the results to the precinct- I've still got your card."
"Good, I- oh." Chen grimaced, pushing at the sides of his nose with both hands. "Before I forget. We got results back on some of the dirt in those bundles. Have you got your PKE meter on you?"
Ray patted his belt. "Always do. Why, what'd you find?"
"That stuff's local." He nodded towards the door. "Someone took a shovel to the park. Right around the Martyrs Monument. You might want a look."
"You know," Ray said, "I just might at that. Thanks, Detective."
"No-" He sneezed. "-problem. God, I hate being sick."
