Pandora’s Tears
Chapter Three
-- Officer Harding
Date: 14th August, 2011
The house was surrounded by a dozen-or-so men, most clad in the brown leathers of the town guard. Although armed, they looked at ease, and the quiet muttering of their conversations carried a sense of detachment. A single demon straying into an urbanised area wasn’t an uncommon occurrence, and the guard had been through such situations countless times before.
An ambulance sat by the road. Two doctors checked over a young shell-shocked couple slumped in portable chairs. One of the guardsmen - an Officer, judging by the cap he wore - talked with the man, occasionally nodding and scribbling in his notepad.
The Officer looked up, and his eyes caught sight of the newly arrived Janus, Peterson and Barvd. He said something to the man, patted the woman on the shoulder, and walked over.
‘Sergeant Janus, it’s good to see you and your men,’ he said as he approached. ‘Every gun is appreciated here.’
‘Thank you, Officer. But you appear to have me at a disadvantage - you know my name, but I don’t believe I know yours.’
‘Of course, I’m sorry. I am Officer Harding, the commanding officer of Great Wyncote’s town guard.’
Janus nodded. He hadn’t received an official briefing for the patrol, by Drace had mentioned the key figures, including Officer Bruce Harding. He was a well-built man in his late forties, and the remnants of a Scottish accent tinged his words. Like many ranking town guard officials, he was ex-military.
Presumably he’d got Janus’ name from the Governor.
‘This is Private Barvd, and Private Peterson.’ Janus indicated to each in turn. ‘So, Officer, what’s the situation?’
Harding gestured to the surrounded house. ‘A single demon has found its way into this building. We’re not far from the countryside here, and the occasional demon straying into the outer layers of the town is relatively common. It’s a textbook case, and shouldn’t be any sort of problem.’
‘I saw walls blocking the way into the town at the entrances. Don’t they run all the way around?’
‘I’m afraid not, our budget won’t allow it,’ Harding said. ‘We found a smashed-in door around the back, so we assume that’s how the demon got inside. A Mister and Missis Gilmore live in the house, no children.’
Janus nodded to the couple being attended to beside the ambulance. ‘Is that them over there?’
‘Yes. They’re both quite alright - they fled when they realised they had a demon in with them, and phoned us.’ He sighed. ‘Unfortunately, Missis Gilmore’s brother was visiting, and he still hasn’t left the house, nor have we seen any sign of him. In all honesty, I don’t think he’s survived. I’ve seen too many cases like this to be hopeful.’
‘I’m sure that’s not what Missis Gilmore would like to hear.’
‘Aye. But it seems she’s figured out as much on her own.’
Janus glanced again over at her. She was too far away to make out her facial expression, but the way she sagged into her chair, and stared endlessly at the dirt encrusted tarmac hinted at the lack of hope Harding prescribed to her.
He brought his gaze back to Harding. ‘Officer, how many men do you have available?’
‘I currently have ten men under my command.’
Janus frowned. ‘Currently?’
‘I had sixteen an hour ago, but the Governor withdrew six of them to his residence when the report came in. He has another twelve of the guard permanently stationed there also.’
‘Bastard,’ muttered Barvd, his quiet voice almost inaudible. Harding didn’t appear to catch the comment.
‘That’s a rather severe abuse of power,’ remarked Janus.
‘It’s not my place to question the Governor,’ Harding said. ‘Nor is it yours.’
‘So they say.’
Harding’ face turned hard, and Janus wondered if it was disdain at him, or at the Governor, that sculptured his features. To be frank, he didn’t much care.
‘Officer, I’d like to make a request,’ Janus said.
‘Go ahead.’
‘I’d like for my men and I to be the ones to go in.’
Harding squinted at him. ‘This isn’t your fight, you know that?’
‘Look at it this way, Officer: if we go in, there’s no chance of you losing any more of your men. Besides, the entire reason we’re slugging around this town is to help protect it, so it is very much our fight,’ Janus said. ‘And I do happen to recall you saying every gun was appreciated,’ he added.
‘You don’t need to try and convince me,’ Harding chuckled, his face relieved of its scowl. ‘I was just surprised.’ His voice became serious again. ‘I’m sure the three of you will have no trouble with a single demon anyway.’
‘Damn right,’ grunted Peterson. Everyone turned to look at him.
Janus said, ‘Very good, Private.’
‘Thank you sir.’
‘The demon was last seen on the ground floor, in the dining room. Mister Alba was in the toilet on the first floor when his sister and her husband fled. If he’s still alive, make sure you keep him that way.’
‘Naturally.’ He turned to Barvd and Peterson. ‘You heard the man, only fire when you’re sure of your target.’ He turned from them, and walked towards the house. ‘Alright, guns off safety. We’re sticking together for this one; we’ll either flush the bastard out for the guard, or else we’ll take it out ourselves.’
(((*stabs chapter* I think I'm just gonna scrap this and re-write it from scratch.)))
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