Detective Smith's Story

What appeared like a vortex in space-time suddenly appeared in the corner of the room. The walls, floor, furniture and pictures in the corner would become distorted and stretched in a strange spiral to create a portal. Out of it stepped a mysterious figure wearing a classy suit and tie along with a fedora. He was dressed in all black from head to toe, wearing gloves and sunglasses. He did not appear to be holding anything. He had no eyebrows and no facial hair, and he was devoid of expression as he looked around quietly and slowly.

Agent Smith had one mission and one purpose alone, to destroy Cerex and to intercept anything which might pose a threat to humanity. He had been sent to Niihama's surface to investigate a strange reading, or paranormal anomaly detected by the Global Affairs Intelligence Agency, and had teleported to the planet through a one-way portal which placed him randomly in the Taiyou Emperor's throne room. Smith adjusted his fedora and looked around quietly, scanning the area.

After a moment of picking up negative readings on his scanner, Agent Smith would speak into his wrist watch. "I'm not picking up any readings down here. This place is empty. Are you sure we're on the right planet?" he asked his superiors. "Positive detective. Our sources tell us that the anomaly should be somewhere on the planet's surface, not far from your location," a mysterious female voice responded through his transparent earpiece.

"Not far to me? Or not far to you? I'm sure this planet just looks like a dot from where you are, but down here, it's pretty big," Agent Smith commented as he looked around the throne room, keeping an eye out for any sort of computer or camera systems. "Hold on detective, I'm picking up another signal. A strange object was just seen entering the planet's gravitational field. Our estimates say it landed in the Yukikaze suburbs. I'm sending you the coordinates now, the object should appear on your screen," the mysterious female voice answered. John D. Smith would adjust his wrist watch as a small holographic display was emitted from the seemingly normal timepiece, projecting an image of what appeared to be an oddly shaped rock.

"Alaqarans, what are they doing here?" Agent Smith questioned. "I think you already know that answer detective," the woman in his earpiece responded. Agent Smith turned off the holographic display and looked at the coordinates on his wrist watch. He nodded quietly before casually leaving the Taiyou Imperial Palace and heading towards the Expressway, reaching into his coat pocket and pulling out a small tin case. Opening the case, he pulled out a small brandless cigarette and lit it between his lips with a black butane metal liter before sticking the tin case back into his pocket. Agent Smith didn't have a pass, but he was pretty confident that he could get into the Expressway and over to Yukikaze City before the Alaqarans even knew he was there.

As he approached the security at the entrance to the Expressway, he tilted his hat politely and nodded to the guards, silently scanning them with his eyes behind black sunglasses. Agent Smith had noticed that the palace and the people around the city seemed very oriental in appearance. He decided to try and communicate in a familiar language and dialect as he approached the gate. Although he wasn't completely fluent, he knew enough to speak in a way that would make sense to most of the Taiyou citizens he encountered.

"Minasankon'nichiwa, watashinonamaeha ējento Sumisudesu. Watashi wa zen sekai chōhō kikan no keijidesu. Sugu ni koko o oshitōshite kudasai. Sore wa kokka anzen hoshō no mondaidesu."

Agent Smith reached into his pocket and pulled out a white ID card, showing it to the security guards. The card contained his facial photograph and his name, John D. Smith, along with the name of the company he worked for, GAIA Department of Investigations, but did not contain any other information about him. After showing the guards his ID, he would place the card back into his pocket and wait for them to give him a security pass so that he could get on to the Expressway and quickly where he needed to be. The whole time, the detective seemed very relaxed and confident. His classy attire and straightened, unslouched posture made him appear even more professional than the security guards he was addressing as he glanced through the gate out at the Expressway.

A black 1969 Cadillac S60 Fleetwood Brougham 4 door sedan pulled up slowly to the road barriers. It was a classic old school vehicle, completely obsolete for the time period, or so it seemed as the black cadillac drove up to the police gates. An officer approached the vehicle with a blue LED flashlight and shined it into the vehicle, but the all zero point black tinted windows prevented any light at all from penetrating in, even a little bit.

The officer tapped on the driver side window with his flashlight, at which point he noticed something peculiar. The glass was especially thick. The windows were bulletproof, and custom made to look older than they actually were. The driver side window slid down partially, operated electronically or so it appeared, before a shadowy figure in a black fedora held out a card to the officer.

The officer didn't say anything, but reached for his radio and called it in. The voice on the other end gave him the go ahead. The officer handed the card back to the mysterious driver, who then closed the window again silently. The officer just shook his head and lifted the gate as other officers stepped in to prevent any of the civilians or news reporters from sliding through as the black cadillac drove slowly through the barrier and into the caution zone. Its state of the art 7L-V8 engine revved loudly as the black cadillac turned slowly on to the evacuated highway, passing armoured tanks and military personnel as the mysterious driver took his sweet time getting off the highway.

Eventually as the caddi got closer to the red zone, the driver noticed a few groups of Taiyou soldiers near the roadside who, despite all their tanks, weapons, armour and military equipment, appeared to be confused and slightly distressed. But this didn't seem to detour the old fedora wearing cadillac driver, as he lit up a brandless cigarette and continued driving towards the scene of the original meteor landing. Once he arrived at the large crater where the meteor had landed, the cadillac pulled off to the side of the road and stopped, cutting off its bright round headlights.

The driver side door opened, and out stepped a man dressed in all black from head to toe. He was wearing a black suit consisting of a long black tie over a white collared button up dress shirt, a black suit jacket and black slacks or dress pants, long black nylon socks, black polished leather dress shoes, black leather gloves, black boxer briefs and a black brimmed hat. He looked classy, slender, sophisticated, and completely out of place as he flicked away his half smoked cigarette and approached the military commanders and directors in charge of the mountainous region south of the Yukikaze megacity, one of the few untouched regions left on the planet, where their meteor had crash landed. He removed his fedora and bowed his head formally before introducing himself to General Hama and Director Aramaki.

"Jon Sumisu keiji, kokusai kankei jōhō kikan, chōsa bumon" he said in perfect Taiyou, holding up his identification card before sticking it back into his chest shirt pocket, removing one glove and extending his arm for a handshake. His hand was cold and surprisingly smooth, being completely devoid of fingerprints. His name was Detective John D. Smith, and he seemed very professional. But he didn't appear to be of Asiatic origin. Rather, he was clearly caucasian and somewhat tall and slender with no distinguishable markings, scars or tattoos. He was also completely bald, even lacking eyebrows and eyelashes, something which made him look a little strange at first. But he was obviously human, with all ten fingers and toes, as he approached the large football field sized crater in the middle of the desert and peered down into it, as if looking for something in particular.

But it didn't take him long to realize that whatever he was looking for, it wasn't there. Agent Smith would crouch down and place his hand on the ground, feeling the sand. It was still warm. He noticed the thick mud tracks leading away from the crash site, left behind by the armoured tanks, and the heavy transport trucks. He also noticed the presence of the military and a few stragglers from the radioactive response teams. Agent Smith was too late. The meteor he had come to inspect had already been loaded up and relocated. This was not what the Army should have done, but it was a common mistake among human beings on different planets throughout the universe, and Agent Smith was all too used to dealing with these kinds of situations. He wasn't even perplexed.

After a minute or two of inspecting the area, and realizing that his presence in the vicinity was beginning to draw attention, Agent Smith stood back up and approached the army general. With great authority, he told the general to gather up all of the soldiers and response team workers who had been down in the crater and to have them quarantined immediately before they returned to base. Nobody was allowed to leave the area. It was a matter of extreme importance and national security, for all of them, including the mech-suit workers, had likely just experienced a close encounter of the 3rd kind, and had possibly exposed themselves to more than just a little radiation from a crashing meteor. Both the army, and the response teams had to be protected now, even from themselves it seemed, as Agent Smith asked Director Aramaki where the meteor had been relocated to. It seemed like the detective might pull out some flashy memory-swiping device at any second. But that didn't happen.

Instead, the mysterious detective put his glove back on and lit another cigarette, walking back over to his vehicle. He didn't seem angry, excited, nervous, anxious, frightened or in a rush to go anywhere. Smith was immensely calm, as if he'd been working for The Agency in secret for quite some time. He opened the trunk of his 1969 Cadillac and grabbed a black combolock briefcase before shutting the trunk again. He set the black briefcase on the back of the trunk and stood in front of it, looking back over at the director and the general before opening it. He pulled out a syringe containing some mysterious bright blue liquid, and held it up to the light, examining it.