Day 23 > Since today was a day off from work I decided to use the last bit of cash from Kariaen to purchase a couple of weapons to test on the suit. Truthfully, I should have done it before going out with it on. I was naïve to think that there wouldn’t be too much danger from the criminals I would fight. Last night was a revelation to me: these people will use everything at their disposal to stop interference.
I found a black-market dealer and purchased a handgun. He told me all about it, but I didn’t really pay attention to the model or year of it. I did pay attention when he dry-fired it; it seemed simple enough to operate.
I didn’t want to fire the weapon at home so I gathered the suit together, stuffed everything (including a couple knives I had around the house) into the duffle, and took the bus outside the city. I was so nervous on the bus; I felt for sure that someone knew what I was carrying.
I found an abandoned house after walking a few miles. After makeing sure there was no one around, I set up an impromptu firing range (really just a clothesline and clothespins), stepped back about ten feet, and began the test. My first shot was wild and I dropped the gun as I scrambled away from the noise it made. Movies don’t do justice to just how loud guns are. When I was sure the gun wasn’t going to suddenly shoot at me, I picked it back up, gripped the gun tightly, aimed and fired. Again, I wasn’t quite ready for the force of the gun and my hands hurt from gripping it so tightly, but I still held the gun and I managed to hit the bodysuit.
There was a hole through the suit, but it was closing rapidly. I moved closer and watched as the hole grew smaller and smaller until there was nothing but unblemished material. Not even a scar. I knew that the different pieces of the suit sealed together to make one piece when it was worn, but I hadn’t expected this kind of regeneration.
I set aside the gun and picked up one of the knives. I pricked a series of holes all over the suit pieces and they all healed quickly. I even tried cutting with a butter knife, leaving ragged edges in a line down one of the legs, only to see it healing behind where I was cutting. I tried cutting the pieces that felt like armor, like metal, next, but I couldn’t even scratch the surface.
Satisfied with the knives, I picked up the gun again and shot the bodysuit pointblank. There was a large ragged hole afterwards, but it closed and healed as well. Only it did it at a much slower pace. The heat from the gun must’ve triggered the suit’s weakness. I experimented at different distances and found that the armored parts protected from gunfire as well as it had against the knives until close to point blank, somewhere around 2 to 3 feet.
Once I was done experimenting, I went home and got ready for tonight. He doesn’t know it, but Detective Kelly and I are going to have a face to face.
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I waited for Detective Kelly in the precinct’s parking garage. Luckily, I recognized his car from when he was following me before. I waited there for almost an hour before he showed. When I was satisfied that he was alone, I announced myself. Immediately, he drew his gun and pointed it in the direction of my voice. He was off by a few feet but that could easily change. He shouted for me to show myself to which I replied, “Only if you put your gun away. I don’t want you shooting me.” He wouldn’t put the gun away, but he did lower it slightly.
I felt that was close enough so I unchammed. Unfortunately, he was looking right at me when I seemingly appeared out of nowhere. I think he was too startled to point the gun back at me, but that could have changed at any moment. I immediately told him that I was trying to bring down Kariaen’s operation and needed his help to make sure it stuck. He still didn’t holster his weapon, but it certainly was not pointed at me and he seemed a little more calm than a moment before so I continued. I told him I was spying on Kariaen’s operations (I did withhold my insider knowledge and said I had a source that gave me some tip-offs) and needed some official to come in and bust them in the act. I then gave him the usb drive with the pictures of the weapons sale.
He gave me some crap about leaving it to the police and about vigilante justice. I merely answered with “Can the police do this?” as I chammed-up again. He almost put his gun back up but I had already moved so I wasn’t worried. He called out asking how he’d contact me. I replied that I’d contact him. I left him there, looking down at the usb drive curiously, and went on patrol.
Note: Learn to throw my voice. Detective Kelly was almost able to lock on to where I was when I last spoke.
With nothing happening on my streets, I decided to expand and include the downtown area. It meant a longer walk, but I did manage to stop a break-in in progress at a pawn shop. I didn’t even have to fight them; unchamming in front of them scattered them quickly. The rest of the night was uneventful.