"JAB."

Episode summary:

"In the summer of 2030 a terrible pandemic is sweeping the world – yet again – and scientists soon discover that the ‘new’ virus was probably created by the multiple vaccines previously administered. People are dying in their droves and by Christmas of that year, the planet faces the greatest medical catastrophe of all time. The new virus has mutated inside its human hosts because of the multiple injections and killing millions. No one saw that development until too late. Team 74 is dispatched because the new virus was originally safe and the Human time line is under serious threat of change."

 

Episode Warnings:

Alcohol – Smoking - Strong language – Violence [including threats and assaults] – Sexual references [including misogyny and BDSM] – Supernatural happenings - Mild Horror. 

 

 Author’s notes about this episode:  

[1] This episode is currently NOT PUBLISHED and is a working draft copy.

[2] This story is based – in part – on a true incident! Yes, it really is……..LOL!

[3] The original Title for this episode was: ‘PROFESSOR TOLLER’S BIG MISTAKE.’

[4] A ‘Temporal Detectives’ original story.

[5] There is NO Alexandra version available.

[6] The photograph was found in the Public Domain. If you know anything about this please contact the author via his website: https://stephenjohnwilliams.blogspot.com

 

Episode details:

Concept date: 27th April 2020

First published: Unavailable

Status: IN DEVELOPMENT & UNPUBLISHED.

Location: BOOK SERIES 0 – EPISODE 0.

Revisions: 0 [working draft copy]

Version: Draft.

Published Episode No. 000

Previous episode: None.

Next episode: None.

Age recommendation: 12+

Average reading time: Approx. 30 Minutes.

Angel-in-charge: Ruth 

Team Assigned: Team 74

Human Time: 2030AD – 1451AH 

Mission: 1 - 295701 - 4 – 2030

Episode Preview:

“It doesn’t make any bloody sense Ma’am; who the hell would abduct and murder an old school janitor who was almost a bloody recluse? He had no money; Christ, he cleaned toilets for a living!” Detective Sergeant Stuart Adam’s stared about the wrecked room and folded his arms. Detective Inspector Adele Crawly just shook her head; for the moment she didn’t know. They [the police] had received the report from the School’s head Teacher and it was simple at first; the school’s totally reliable old caretaker had simply vanished after working at the school for almost twenty years. Reliable as a Swiss watch was how the head teacher described the old man.

Then two constables visiting the address to check on the report had found all this.

DI Crawly sighed and lifted the small dictionary from the desk and stared at the two small blood splatters that had been marked upon it by the Forensics’ team. Their report was brutally simple and concise; someone had been assaulted and probably murdered in the small room. There were blood splatters and little pieces of human skin and hair mingled with the debris. Whoever the killer or killers were they had done a thorough job ransacking and destroying the small room.

“Apparently, he used to write his stories in here on an old laptop. That’s missing as well. His friend; Iris, one of the school cleaners used to have tea with the old man most afternoons and he would tell her about his latest story. I was a little amazed to find that he had five books for sale on Amazon. Not bad for a school caretaker who earns less than a council road sweeper.” Di Crawly slowly placed the dictionary back on the desk and looked about the room. It had been thoroughly wrecked; she knew that the damage wasn’t just random mindless destruction. Someone was looking for something; but what the hell did an old caretaker have that was worth killing for?

“Maybe they thought he kept some cash from his royalty payments on site? His books have been selling well. Iris says that he confided to her that he had sold almost sixty thousand copies of his latest book; now that must be serious money.” The sergeant spoke softly and continued to jot down little notes in his book. DI Crawly nodded her agreement with the sergeants thinking; that could be serious money and what the hell was the old man spending it on? He didn’t run a car, hardly ever left the small bungalow and had modest amounts of shopping delivered by the local ASDA. His bank statements should make interesting reading; his mobile phone certainly didn’t. The old man last received a phone call nine days ago and that was from someone selling Funeral Insurance.

The Di walked to the big window and looked out onto the school playing field. She noticed the splashes of blood streaked on the glass, with little red patches splattered on the bright blue curtains. The window was closed and locked. She tapped the window still and saw the dust upon her finger tips. “The two uniform officers that broke in after the urgent missing persons report was made; what was it they said about the smell?” She asked her sergeant who flicked through his notebook and grunted; “Said there was a strange smell about the place; like someone was burning incense. They thought it smelt like sulphur and bloody perfume mixed together.”

“Do we know what sort of stories he wrote?” She asked the sergeant who was knelling on the carpet, lifting something with his pencil. He looked up; “Crazy stuff really, about time travel, ghosts, bloody demons and stuff like that. Apparently there must be an audience for it.” The DI nodded and sighed; “What have you got there?” The sergeant stood and held his pencil out; “I think it a piece of an ear. How the hell did forensics miss that?” The DI actually shuddered and shouted for one of the Forensic team to come back in. She walked to the door and headed back outside, breathing a little deep in the warm sunshine.

DC Clare Ludlow jumped from her car and went straight up to her DI. “I’ve just interviewed the old caretaker’s cleaner friend; Iris Chappell and it’s weird to say the least. She say’s the old man was a bloody prophet! Apparently, he seemed to know about events before they happened. Had quite a following on the Internet; you know the tin foil hat brigade. His latest story was about some virus the real rulers of the world release and kill millions. You know, the usual conspiracy crap about the world being run by the ultra rich and elected governments don’t matter.” The young DC smiled and rummaged in her plain handbag; her phone was ringing.

The DI stared back at the bungalow and muttered; “Well, someone took it seriously.” The DC had a real strange look on her face. “It’s the station Ma’am. They say they tried to call you a couple of time but your phone is off.” The DI sighed; she had turned the damn thing off to concentrate on the possible murder scene. The DC leaned forward and dropped her voice; “Apparently a couple of officers from MI6 have arrived at the station and want to speak with you.” The Di just stared at her; “What, over the suspected murder of a bloody school caretaker, you’re joking?” The DC shook her head and pushed her phone back into her bag; “No, it’s no joke Ma’am. They’re sending their own team up here and they want everything we’ve discovered and apparently they mean everything!”

The DI walked to her car and slipped into the passenger seat and watched as DS Adam’s walked quickly over and jumped into the driver’s seat; he gripped the wheel and looked quite pale. “What is it Stuart?” She asked softly. He turned and didn’t smile, from his pocket he pulled a small Dictaphone and pushed the rewind button. The tape made a strange noise and suddenly stopped. DS Adam’s pushed the ‘play’ button and the DI leaned over him and listened.

The tape played for just over three minutes then stopped abruptly. The pair sat in silence until the DI whispered; “Sweet bloody Jesus! What have we just heard?”  The sergeant wiped the sweat from his face with his shirt sleeve. “Some poor bastard being murdered – no, torn apart – by some kind of animal with a human voice.” They both stared at each other then noticed the three black SUV vans turning into the schools drive way. “They’re here.” The DI said quietly."

End of Preview.

"JAB" CONTINUES IN 'TEMPORAL DETECTIVES' BOOK SERIES 0 [EPISODE 0.]

IMPORTANT DISCLAIMER:

“All incidents and dialogue, and all characters with the exception of some well-known historical figures, are products of the author's imagination and are not to be construed as real. Where real-life historical figures appear, the situations, incidents, and dialogues concerning those persons are entirely fictional and are not intended to depict actual events or to change the entirely fictional nature of the work. In all other respects, any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.” 

CAUTION:

“SOME OF THESE EPISODES CONTAIN VERY STRONG LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE, HORROR AND SEXUAL REFERENCES. Some are RECOMMENDED suitable for persons aged 15+ years only.”

THE AUTHOR.

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