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Usama Javed

Senior Correspondent at the Terran Independent

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Ylanne

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Registered citizen of the Terran National Government

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Usama Javed (Urdu: أسامة جاوید ) was born around 1980 in San Francisco.

He is a Senior Correspondent for the Terran Independent covering the crime beat, and occasionally writing articles in the Global and Interstellar Politics sections.

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Usama Javed's Story

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Usama Javed , too, followed after Avery, opening the door and shutting it quietly behind him. With a canvas bag slung over his shoulder, Usama headed toward one of the empty tables near the younger woman, setting his bag atop the table and removing some of the folders. He glanced at the electronic menu and ordered lemonade and some cheese-fries before looking once again at his paperwork. "Lovely," muttered Usama. Dressed in a plain blue t-shirt and jeans, he looked like any number of innocent bystanders anywhere. "Just lovely."

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Usama rubbed his fingers alongside his jaw. Where was his order? He glanced at the bar again, where the bartender hadn't seemed to notice his order. Either that, or the electronic system was malfunctioning. Well, there had to be a reason certain people disliked technology. Usama sighed, tapping his fingers on the table, before looking down at some of the folders in front of him. The green file folder was marked "Possible Leads," and the yellow one "Notes." He flipped open the green folder, thumbing through the first few papers. Among photos and letters and emails, Usama looked thoroughly bored as his eyes slid from side of the paper to another. "Brother," he muttered.

With a loud, distinct ring, Usama's phone announced an incoming call. He reached for the phone, unclipping it from his waistband and glancing at the caller ID. "Assalamu alaykum," he said brightly, leaning back in his seat. To those sitting nearby, the voice of the person on the other end was reduced to useless, unintelligible chatter. "Indeed, Ramadan Kareem to you, too. How's Mom?" There was a pause filled with indistinct speech on the other end of the line. "Oh good, good. Listen, I need to make some calls. I'll talk to you later, insh'Allah, okay? Great. Good night!" Usama flipped his phone shut and laid it beside the folder on the table.

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Usama Javed nodded to Jack. "Thank you, sir," he said, wrapping his fingers around the cool, condensating glass of lemonade. He took a long sip, savoring the drink before reaching for the cheese fries. Well, better to avoid meat in places like this. Who knew if it would be halal or not? Usama wasn't particularly inclined to find out. For a moment, he wondered what his brothers and sisters would be doing at their parents' house. Probably celebrating the beginning of Ramadan. Without him.

Well, that's what he got for coming to Wing City sans family. Usama chewed morosely on a cheese-covered fry, stopping only to wipe his fingers on a napkin.

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Usama Javed reached for his phone again, after glancing at Mouse with a look partially of incredulity and partially of disgust. He redialed the last call, holding the phone against his face. When he got voicemail, Usama sighed, rubbing his eyebrows. "Hi, this is Usama Javed, calling for Leslie Cox. It's Sunday evening, around eight. I was hoping we could meet sometime this week before Thursday for that interview. Give me a call back." Usama repeated his number twice. "Hope to hear from you soon, and have a nice night." He reached for another cheese-covered fry.

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Usama ate the rest of his cheese fries in silence, occasionally watching the other patrons of the bar. It was his first time visiting the infamous Gambit's Bar since coming to Wing City a few weeks ago (despite his family's protestations that he could have waited until after Ramadan), and it seemed uncharacteristically dull. There were no flaming swords, no god-like mythical creatures, and no supernaturally-gifted children, contrary to many of the rumors Usama had heard about the place. At least, not at the moment. He glanced at the menu posted above the bar, debating whether it would be worth his appetite to return, before looking at the bounty board beside the counter, wondering whether any of the people who had posted notices or whose faces were there would be interested in interviews. That might prove interesting.

Usama smiled then, tucking his folders back into his bag, and wiping his hands once more on the napkin. He downed the last of his lemonade, and then grabbed his bag, heading toward the door. Maybe he woulr return some other day. It seemed okay. Decent. Not particularly life-threatening.

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Usama Javed walked into the bar behind Claire, nearly crashing into the woman before mumbling a hurried apology, talking on the phone with a Bluetooth headset as he went. "Yes, yes," he said impatiently, "I understand that Ms. Cox, but you have to understand that if you refuse to answer my questions, I won't be able to edit them appropriately either." He shut the door behind him with his free hand, adjusting the shoulder strap of his canvas bag with the other. "Let me rephrase, then," he said, heading for one of the empty tables near the counter. "When your daughter called, what was your first reaction?"

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"Cried. Right." Usama nodded, sinking into one of the seats, ignoring Claire's stray comment. "And then, what did your daughter say? Uh hum. Uh huh. Okay. How much longer was it before she came home?" He paused, fumbling in his bag for a notepad and a pen, jotting notes in illegible chickenscratch across the page. "Okay," he said, "and you didn't receive any more messages, no more contact, between those times?"

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The napkin hit the side of his head, flopping uselessly to the floor. "Okay," he said, shifting to the other side of the table, "I understand you don't want to talk anymore. I'm going to call again soon, okay? Thank you for talking to me, Ms. Cox. I really do appreciate it." Usama flipped the phone shut and slid it into his pocket, glaring at Haruo and Claire. "What is wrong with you? Do you know how rude it is to throw objects at strangers in bars? You can start a fight that way."

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Usama Javed rolled his eyes at Claire. "Obviously not," he said dryly, "but throwing objects at other people can quickly de-escalate into actual violence." He added a few more notes on the yellow legal pad before shoving it back into his bag along with the pen. "Here, we have a little thing called freedom of speech," he said to Haruo. "Besides, I was doing my job, while it seems you were drinking. One far more productive than the other I think."

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"Falsifying?" Usama stared at Claire, working his jaw. "How dare you say such a thing," he said softly. "I write because I want the world to know about injustice. I write because I want the world to know about corruption in our government. I write because I want people to remember the victims of human trafficking, and drug wars, and terrorism, and gang violence. I write because if I don't speak up, no one will; I learned that lesson the hard way; and I do not appreciate your suggestion that all I care about is falsifying information!" A look of great incredulity came over the man's face.

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"That woman I was just talking to? Her daughter was kidnapped while at college and forced into prostitution by human traffickers and the white slave trade. She was promised her daughter back if she could pay a ransom. She couldn't produce the money. It's been five years. No one has looked into her case. The police won't help. The NPA won't do anything. Some of her neighbors went so far as to accuse her of making the whole story up for personal gain."

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"NPA, the national police," explained Usama, drumming his fingers against the table, where his bag, full of its notebooks and papers not quite aligned lay atop the scuffed surface. "If I don't write about what happened to her daughter, I don't think anyone else will pay attention. The politicians are too goddamned busy to give a moment's notice to this woman's daughter -- a victim of such a heinous crime that you'd think it would be enough to grab someone's attention. Apparently not."

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"Neither I nor she has any money to pay for the services of mercenaries," responded Usama bleakly, running his fingers through his hair again. He looked between the young man and the woman, his frown deepening. "I barely make enough to pay the rent, and she's facing foreclosure on her house right now. Her husband divorced her, said she was making life unbearable because of her obsession over their missing daughter and constantly nagging him." He grimaced. "And the NPA is completely useless. They're supposed to protect the people, but they enforce the laws only on a whim."

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"We met because you insulted me," said Usama to Claire, a little incredulously, "and now you're offering to help? I don't even know your name -- yet. You know what? Call me crazy, but I'll take any help I can get. She's desperate to have her daughter back -- and for good reason. Her name is Laura, and her daughter's name is Kathryn. Laura lives outside Wing City, in one of the suburbs, the less crime-ridden areas."

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Usama Javed took Haruo's hand, shaking it. "Usama," he said, resisting the sudden urge to wince at his name. At least on Terra, it usually elicited what were at the least awkward and at the worst outright hostile reactions. "I'm not with any particular news agency or paper, just writing on my own. I was with a major paper, but they let me go after a... misunderstanding." He turned to Claire, offering his hand again. "And you are...?"

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"Well now we know each other," said Usama with a small nod. He opened his bag and removed a stack of papers with curled corners held together with a rusted binder clip. On top was a photograph of a young woman with dark brown curls and olive-toned skin, staring with alluring eyes at the camera. "That's Kathryn," he said, pointing to the picture. "She was a pre-med student at Drew University in Madison, New Jersey. She was at a late-night social with the pre-med program, and on her way back to her dorm, fell off the radar, as the saying goes."

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Usama Javed turned the picture over, removing the next sheet of paper, a Missing Person flyer. “This is the flyer her mother, Laura Cox, started hanging around Madison and nearby towns,” said Usama. “These were up for close to a year, but few are hung anymore, and all the leads called to the hotline number turned out to be nothing. She wanted to hire a private investigator to investigate where the police wouldn’t, but didn’t have any money to do so. And donations were running out fast. When the NPA came along, there was so much chaos,” explained Usama, “that centralized case files were lost, damaged, or disorganized. Probably why they wouldn’t take on the case. So no,” he continued, turning to Haruo, “there isn’t much motivation in the way of money. Probably not even fame. But anyone whose sole motivation is money or fame really isn’t that motivated in the first place.”

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“I’m not entirely sure if doing business with gangs was what Laura or I had in mind when we started to tackle her daughter’s case,” admitted Usama, looking for the moment somewhat uncomfortable. He shifted in his seat at the table, drumming his fingers nervously on the flyer. In the low light of the bar, the bearded journalistlooked unbecomingly young. “But to be completely honest, I’m not sure. I’ve started by trying to interview the people who last saw Kathryn at the party, social event, whatever you want to call it. I think I need to contact the local police in Madison to see if I can get a hold of their case files, original case notes, possibly even copies of evidence examination reports. And I have to start digging into Kathryn’s past, too, although it’s hard to do that with her mother.”

Usama looked between Claire and Haruo for a few moments. “Most parents, especially when put in situations like this one, don’t want to think ill of their children. They practically canonize them. They won’t hear anything even suggesting something untoward about their children’s lives. So I’d rather not antagonize her by re-opening old wounds.”

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“Uh -- about that,” said Usama, taking the yellow bandana with undisguised (and probably quite morbid) curiosity. “I can speak Urdu and English, but that’s about it... What might your uncle be able to do for us?” he asked, looking at Haruo. He looked at Claire again, scratching his beard absently. “I have my own interview notes, and some internet research I did with Google, Facebook, and the Drew websites. But it’d probably be better to look through this stuff someplace other than a bar...” He looked about the dimly lit establishment with something much like distaste.

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“Let me give you my card,” said Usama, clumsily replacing the papers inside the manila folder and pushing it back inside his bag. He reached into his pocket and removed a cracked and fraying leather wallet that held ten Credits, a Terran driver’s license, and a small stack of cream-colored business cards. He removed two, handing one each to Haruo and Claire. “That has my number and email on it.” Usama Javed, Independent Writer and Researcher, 1-355-290-687-1440, u.javed@araks.tr appeared in a simple, unembossed font.

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Usama took the card as discreetly as Claire had given it to him, glancing at the information printed before slipping it into his wallet, returning all of it to his pocket again. He zipped his bag shut. “I’ll let you know as soon as we can arrange a different meeting place. I don’t exactly have an office, and my apartment is a god-damned mess -- not exactly suitable for visitors, y’know? I’ll see what we can do. I really do appreciate your willingness to help.” He ducked his head, almost shyly, as he pulled his bag over his shoulder with a wide strap. “It’s really not everyday I encounter that kind of enthusiasm. Dedication. And here I thought we narrowly avoided a fight.”

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“Javed,” came the crisp, clear voice of the journalist from the other night into Haruo’s phone. "Who's calling?"

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Usama had been sitting in his apartment at his laptop when the call came, and when the mysterious caller -- whose voice sounded somewhat familiar, although he could not place it immediately -- summoned him to an abandoned house on Main Street, he logged off from his laptop and closed it, standing as he went for one of the coats hung on a broken coat-tree near the door. He grabbed a notebook with missing pages and a torn cover, and a pen, and threw the items into an old backpack, slinging it over his shoulders.

Abandoned house? Usama was certain there had to be several such abandoned houses all over Wing City, and possibly multiple abandoned houses on the miles-long Main Street alone. How long was Main Street? Close to ten miles, he thought. He stepped out of his apartment, locking the door securely, and headed past the broken elevator toward the concrete stairs in the corner. He bounded down the stairs -- some of which smelled a bit like urine and marijuana -- taking them two at a time, and bursting out the metal door at the bottom. At the street, he hailed a taxi.

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The drive took around twenty minutes. During the day, it usually took longer, but at night, well, traffic wasn't nearly as bad despite Wing City's busy nightlife. When Usama turned onto Main Street, he slowed to twenty, keeping a sharp lookout for the "abandoned house." The few houses on Main that he saw appeared to be occupied and well-tended, or at least decently-tended. The businesses -- well some seemed more decrepit than others, with decomposing shutters or uncut grass, but they were not houses. He spotted a chimney with a few crumbling bricks, overgrown weeds in the yard in front of the clapboard house with peeling paint, sandwiched and almost hidden between two tall apartment high-rises. Not too far from Gambit's. And not that surprising. It wasn't a good neighborhood. Strange, thought Usama, how one could go from such a nice part of the Wing to this crime-ridden area. He parked across the street, thankful for his older-model car that would hopefully attract little attention from would be robbers.

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Usama turned the key, cutting the ignition the headlights, and climbed from the car. He grabbed his backpack and slung it over his shoulder, slamming the car door shut. Outside, he could hear the shouts and laughter from Gambit's even at a distance of a couple of blocks. That's how terribly insane the place was. Usama locked the car and strode across the street, stepping carefully on the crumbling walkway overgrown with weeds in every crack and crevice. He made his way with great caution up the creaky, dilapidated steps to the front door, and knocked twice firmly.