Kesara Freamon (
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Is it worki - oh. Ahem. This is Kesara Freamon. Please leave your message here and I will call back on you as soon as I can.
Wait, is it still - argh, how do I ma-
Wait, is it still - argh, how do I ma-
@ASolomons; audio; late morning 121
Right. The Forty Elephants. I told you they have different kinds of raids, yeah? They've got the subtle ones, and they've got the big ones. Well, one day, they send one of their new girls into Whiteleys. As a scout, see - they can't use one of their older members, because if someone recognizable as a Forty Elephant is so much as spotted about, there's a panic. And they don't want a panic just yet. Not until they're ready.
So this girl, she goes inside and starts lifting things. She's new, but she's trained; they've prepared her. She's approached by a cashier at one point, who's a bit suspicious over how long she's lingering without picking anything up to buy. But she gives him the most indignant stare she's got, and tells him, "If you don't trust my word and you don't care about propriety, then search me right now". He doesn't, of course - because he may not trust her, but he does care about how it'd look, a man searching a woman in the middle of a department store. And she knows that, yeah; they all do.
There's another new girl loitering outside, looking like she's doing a bit of window-shopping. First girl gives her the secret signal when she's ready, the one that says it's time. And that's when the rest of them come in. Twenty women, tearing out of an alley and into the shop, all at once, not bothering to hide anymore. They spread out, going off every which way, so the police have got to split up to chase them. A security guard grabs for one, but-- crash! She shoves a display cabinet in front of him, blocking his path. Grabs a couple of necklaces too, while she's at it. Shoves 'em in the inside pockets of her coat, right in front of everybody. Another one switches out her coat for one five times more expensive, and hangs the old one up on the rack next to the fancy ones, as a little joke.
They're there for, oh-- ten minutes. Not all of 'em are faster than the guards, but every one of them is trickier. They don't care about damaging property, and spilled goods and smashed displays are a good distraction. They've all got shoes with rubber soles, better for running on the slippery floors than what the guards have. Imagine the chaos. They're experienced thieves, knowing exactly what they're doing and how to do it best - and all the guards can do is chase them, yeah, and often lose. They started out two steps behind, and the Elephants aren't about to let them catch up. When they leave, they do it on their own terms; they can't be driven out. They end up taking away nearly five thousand pounds' worth of goods. Two get caught and will go to trial, but the rest hop into cars waiting outside and escape, to take their prizes home to count and sell.
And our first girl, the new girl, slips out after them, nobody the wiser.
[He pauses, signaling the end of the story.]
That one's for free.
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It's almost like a bedtime story, though of course she's much too old for those.]
That is incredible. They really, truly do that - just do it? Rampage through shops like that? Have you seen it happen?
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[And added in some of the details from word of mouth, or even his own imagination in a couple spots.
But he hears the hoarseness in her voice, and the raggedy breathing. He takes a quick moment in his head to waffle, deciding whether or not to address it, before settling on saying:]
All right there, Kesara?
[He knows how to ask gently without being coddling, lightly without being flippant.]
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She hesitates when he asks after her, the strange audible kind of hesitation. To look like a weak child to Mr. Solomons is an appalling prospect. But she can spin it, she thinks. It wouldn't be lying.]
I found some things. Many things. The story doesn't have to be free. You'll want to know.
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[She does not manage to sound completely neutral about this.]
The park in the northeast is full of corpses. There is this structure - I'm not sure what it was for, but the underside is full of the dead, and none of them died naturally. Then I was in a house not far, and there I found two graves, and a bloodied old knife, and writing on the wall. Someone's killed themselves and their child so someone else wouldn't take them away. Their ghosts are still there - real ghosts, I saw them with my own eyes.
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[God. No wonder she's upset. Hiding it valiantly, but still.]
Can't say that wouldn't have chilled even me, Kesara. Right down to the bone.
Did the-- ghosts, did they communicate?
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They're - they're only dead people. I've seen those before. But the ghosts - [one of them was a child and the other, she thinks the other must have been the mother. She feels queasy to remember it.]
I couldn't get close. Something about them made me sick. I couldn't stay too long.
[It is not a lie, but it is a lie. She ran.]
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Which house are the ghosts in? Is it one that's marked on House's map?
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It's one of the easternmost houses - by the eastern wall, and up north. Forty-one on Dr. House's map. I'm still close, but - but I'm doing something else now. I'm looking for a tunnel.
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[Well, that's interesting.]
Have you got a reason to think there is one?
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[She stops. This is information - very valuable information. It ought to be shared, of course, with the community of explorers, but while it's all hers it has worth. Alfie had given her a story for free, but...
He'd also let her keep her dignity. He'd been kind to her. Truly kind.]
There was a ghost at the school, too - perhaps it was a ghost. I'm not sure. But someone appeared to me at the school and told me to go east and find the tunnel. I think there might be one under the slope, where the wall might have collapsed.
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Keep me updated, yeah? I'll trade for any information - in stories, skills, things I know.
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I will. It's fair. You've got good stories to trade and I think - I think it'll be good if someone knows other than me. In case I die.
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[He's kind of worried, okay. At least she seems like she has an amazingly good head on her shoulders.]
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And you too, Mr. Solomons. You take good care - I know it's mighty presumptuous of me, but you take good care. Yeah?
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[It's not presumptuous at all, to his mind. If she can allow him to show care and concern, then he can allow her to do the same.]
I will.