Oct 25, 2007 23:25
The body they pulled out of the alley was huge. Seven feet tall, at least, and heavy. No visible wounds, no damage to his bizarre clothing.
He had on a bright blue suit jacket and short shorts. His legs and torso were criss-crossed with straps of red leather. On his right foot was a moccasin and on his left foot was a basketball shoe.
He had tattoos on his face. They glinted in the light which was weird. Little stars around both of his eyes.
Among his personal effects was a keyring which is currently on the table in the middle of our little group.
The FBI and the CIA are guarding the door and getting us coffee. The seven of us are ringed around the table looking at the keys. Our departments are a few clearance levels above the president.
And we are intrigued.
One of the keys is glass. One of the keys is invisible but a person could feel the edges of it. One key appears to be electricity in the shape of a key. One of the keys is an old iron skeleton key. The last key is bright blue and glows in the dark.
They resisted all scans and were made of no materials we could identify except for the iron one and the glass one.
We had no theories about where the giant had come from. X-Rays had shown a delicate tracery of machinery throughout his entire body, strengthening his huge frame to allow him to move quickly.
Something that would come in handy, say, if someone was going to travel between places with differing gravity fields, I thought to myself.
He was the first. I had no idea it was to be the beginning of a new age.
tags
keys,
body,
alley