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The Neopian Times Week 89 > Continuing Series > The Reality of Dreams: Part Three

The Reality of Dreams: Part Three

by sabreur

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Prologue
     How do you tell if someone's an ally or an enemy? Usually it's obvious. The "good guys" are friendly and the "bad guys" want to hurt you. Like the skeith I had just met. Lousy temper, violent, angry - an obvious bad guy. But what about the people you meet who don't fit into either category? The ones who look at you with the casual indifference of a businessman looking at desk of papers?

End of Prologue

Location: Police Station
Time: 5:40 PM NST

     "Well Mr. Sabreur, I think that about wraps it up," spoke the buzz on the other side of the desk. He was dressed in the uniform of the Neopia Central Police Department. After the incident with the Skeith at the restaurant Infernus and I had been hastily directed into a police car and taken for questioning. As we left, and ambulance had arrived to attend to the Skeith and forensic scientists had begun staring aghast at the damage wrought by my firebomb. We had been answering questions for the past several hours, as a battery of scientists and police officers entered in a steady stream. There were even a few members of the NSPA, who were very interested in the details of my firebomb. I tried to remember all of the questions I had been asked and comments I had overheard, but there were so many that they blurred together in my head.

"And you're sure the Skeith's attack was not provoked?"
"Now Sabreur, how large would you say the blast radius was?"
"Hmm... you say your sword just glanced off?"
"Now, were you watching when Infernus was pinned?"
"Okay, so you were standing at approximately this location..."
"Ah, a Battledome grudge then?"
"Hmm... What fuel did this explosive of yours use?"
"I assume you have a permit for this..."
"Now, you were taking fencing classes, correct?"
"We have an eyewitness, do you agree with this testimony?"
"You built it using WHAT!?"
"That Skeith's lucky to be alive, but he'll recover soon..."
"Do you own this sword?"
"Apparently your Scorchio - oh, what's his name - Infernus has a sprained wing muscle. He'll be fine though."
"What time did you enter the restaurant?"
"The owner of the Skeith is being questioned, sounds like he's being helpful..."
"How long did it take you to make this 'Improved Firebomb'?"
"Okay, but there's a discrepancy in the testimonies..."
"Got the test results from the lab, but we need to have them verified..."
"Nasty bruise you've got there. How hard did he punch you, anyway?"
"You look tired - there's a Neocola machine down the hall, if you need a drink."
"Hold it... This witness couldn't have seen the scene from that angle, there's too much in the way..."
"How long would you say the fight took?"
"Is there anything else you would like to add?"

     "You're free to go," the Buzz spoke. I jerked myself back to attention as the buzz shuffled some papers. "The evidence clearly indicates that the Skeith was planning petty revenge for his Battledome loss. His owner has agreed to pay for all the damages incurred by the fight. That, and the fact that the Skeith has been punished enough by your invention means that we won't be pressing charges. Unless you have something you'd like to file?" The buzz looked up at me expectantly.

     "Um, no," I replied, still a bit shaken by the ordeal. "Can I have my sword back?"

     The Buzz smiled. "Pick it up with the rest of your stuff at the front desk. Here's our number if you remember anything you forgot to tell us earlier." The Buzz handed me a business card with the police phone number on it.

     "Thanks," I said as I got up and walked out of the office. Infernus met me by the door, bandages wrapped around his wing.

     "Let's get your stuff," he spoke, calm as ever. I nodded silently, and we walked to the front desk. A tall guy who I thought was the Buzz's owner handed me my sword back. It looked a little battered, but I was glad to have it back. Just then, a shadow Shoyru in a heavy trench coat walked up to us. He had a strange look in his eye, and I could tell life hadn't been particularly kind to him. Everything about him said "attitude", from the way he walked, to the trench coat he wore, to the way his hand was never far from his dagger.

     "The name's Night. Dark Night," he said before I had a chance to ask him. "Now, I want to make something perfectly clear to you. Not everybody's happy with the official police report. That includes me. A Skeith just attacks you for no good reason? You just happen to have the Improved Firebomb handy?" He raised an eyebrow. "Let's just say it doesn't quite add up."

     "You've got to be joking," I replied, taken aback.

     "I don't joke," he said. From the look on his face, he meant it. "I've been hired by a buddy of mine to investigate you. If you're hiding anything - and I mean anything - I will find it." The Shoyru's voice turned sarcastic as he continued. "Of course, if you're just an ordinary, law-abiding citizen like you claimed in there with the cops, you have nothing to fear." The word 'cops' was accompanied by a disdainful snort. I had the distinct impression he didn't care much for the police.

     "Okay, okay, I understand," I replied, feeling a little worried. "If you have any questions, just ask."

     "I don't ask for anything," Dark Night said, looking irritated. "Whatever it is you're up to, I will find out. Whether you want me to or not." And with that, he turned and walked out the door.

     Infernus watched him go, looking slightly stunned. I turned to him and spoke, "How could he think we're up to something?"

     "Well, there are the explosions in the lab..."

     "Yeah... But besides that?"

     "The hang-gliding accident yesterday..."

     "Well yeah, but..."

     "And then there's the time we blew out all the neighborhood windows with the force field generator..."

     "That was an accident!"

     "Don't forget the time we tested the 'fusion claw' you made."

     "Hey, I had a permit for most of that stuff."

     "Then there was the time we..."

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Previous Episodes

The Reality of Dreams: Part One

The Reality of Dreams: Part Two

The Reality of Dreams: Part Four

The Reality of Dreams: Part Five

The Reality of Dreams: Part Six

The Reality of Dreams: Part Seven

The Reality of Dreams: Part Eight

The Reality of Dreams: Part Nine

The Reality of Dreams: Part Ten

The Reality of Dreams: Part Eleven

The Reality of Dreams: Part Twelve

The Reality of Dreams: Part Thirteen

The Reality of Dreams: Part Fourteen

The Reality of Dreams: Part Fifteen

The Reality of Dreams: Part Sixteen


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