Note in a Bottle
It seemed as if another life was taking over and changing his perception of how the world worked. Well in a more metaphorical manner. Not as if he was truly battling some inner demon that wished to dominate his mind’s eye with damnation and hellfire. Well not at the moment at least. But at this very moment Jason Todd found it a bit unusual to be entering a bank that he never had done business with. A bit more unusual of a concept was that when he showed some proof of identification, he was asked to wait. And what struck him the most unusual was why on earth someone would decorate a waiting room with artificial plants.
“Mr. Todd?”
“Yes?”
“Come this way please.”
The person that Jason could only guess was a manager or someone with some type of importance directed him to follow. Deep down Jason wished he at least brought along a .22 or a flash/bang, however that really wouldn’t have made the best impressions.
“Can I ask why it was so important that I actually came down here personally in order to check out a deposit box? Was it broken into or something?”
“Yes Mr. Todd, it was. I’m surprised no one mentioned this until now.”
“Hmm. I guess it’s a good thing it got broken into seeing I don’t have a key for it.”
“Oh. Well I guess it doesn’t really matter now, you’re right.”
“Mind if I get some information as in to when this deposit box was set up and such after we’re done here? I need to add them to my records and I recently relocated.
“I’ll make sure you have this on your way out Mr. Todd. By the way this wasn’t too much of an inconvenience was it? If so I’m sorry for the hassle.”
“Well I did have to take some time off and try and make it here on a Saturday so that meant leaving on a Friday.” A nonchalant shrug as it really doesn’t bother Jason that much. “But not like you guys planned this out.”
Upon arriving down the hall Jason is directed to wait a moment as the manager leaves to return with what remains of a deposit box. A brow creases on the brief inspection of the box.
Appears machine forced. Could be a simple bash and grab. Not in forensics so have no clue. Doesn’t matter anyway.
“If you’d like some privacy I can-“
“It’s okay. This should take a second anyway.”
Tapping at the box all that comes out is a shotgun envelope. A rather small one at that but with a slight shrug Jason takes it and hands the deposit box back. Undoing the string binding the envelope, He finds a few print outs with numbers scrawled across them just appearing as gibberish to him, a pen, and on a small sheet of paper a few hand written numbers and a smiley face.
“Is everything there Mr. Todd?”
“Good question.” Jason mumbles.
“Excuse me?”
“I said, ‘good question’. But I’m about to find out. With some help maybe. Unfortunately.” A brief and gruff sigh that almost comes out as a muffles growl.
“Mr. Todd?”
“Yes?”
“Come this way please.”
The person that Jason could only guess was a manager or someone with some type of importance directed him to follow. Deep down Jason wished he at least brought along a .22 or a flash/bang, however that really wouldn’t have made the best impressions.
“Can I ask why it was so important that I actually came down here personally in order to check out a deposit box? Was it broken into or something?”
“Yes Mr. Todd, it was. I’m surprised no one mentioned this until now.”
“Hmm. I guess it’s a good thing it got broken into seeing I don’t have a key for it.”
“Oh. Well I guess it doesn’t really matter now, you’re right.”
“Mind if I get some information as in to when this deposit box was set up and such after we’re done here? I need to add them to my records and I recently relocated.
“I’ll make sure you have this on your way out Mr. Todd. By the way this wasn’t too much of an inconvenience was it? If so I’m sorry for the hassle.”
“Well I did have to take some time off and try and make it here on a Saturday so that meant leaving on a Friday.” A nonchalant shrug as it really doesn’t bother Jason that much. “But not like you guys planned this out.”
Upon arriving down the hall Jason is directed to wait a moment as the manager leaves to return with what remains of a deposit box. A brow creases on the brief inspection of the box.
Appears machine forced. Could be a simple bash and grab. Not in forensics so have no clue. Doesn’t matter anyway.
“If you’d like some privacy I can-“
“It’s okay. This should take a second anyway.”
Tapping at the box all that comes out is a shotgun envelope. A rather small one at that but with a slight shrug Jason takes it and hands the deposit box back. Undoing the string binding the envelope, He finds a few print outs with numbers scrawled across them just appearing as gibberish to him, a pen, and on a small sheet of paper a few hand written numbers and a smiley face.
“Is everything there Mr. Todd?”
“Good question.” Jason mumbles.
“Excuse me?”
“I said, ‘good question’. But I’m about to find out. With some help maybe. Unfortunately.” A brief and gruff sigh that almost comes out as a muffles growl.