08-31-2018, 02:21 PM
CCDPD officer Viktor Lih sat back in his armchair and closed his eyes, and tried to calm his nerves. The doctor’s admission of not knowing what the creatures were had troubled him more than he cared to admit. But she was willing to listen, and this counted for something.
“I can do a little better than telling,” Lih reported, voice calm and expressionless. He adjusted the lens in his right eye, and lined up its faintly glowing indicator with a selection screen/blank slate in the conference room. He looked down into the tinted and slightly inclined glass panel here…
For the moment it took for his augmented lens to disengage and pair with new device, Lih looked at his own face reflected on the projector screen. He had put on his cap and adjusted the set of it, but despite the dark police cap, and despite his splendid work uniform, he still looked like a pale-faced youth. And a frightened one, too.
Lih swallowed.
As the feed dumped from his right lens, he smiled, took his anti-glare shades out of his uniform pocket and put them on. Light flooded in from the screen.
Rising to his feet, Lih showed Alex his captured video of the “incident”, and began speaking words he had rehearsed for umpteenth time in his head, for those new to his process…
“My eyes are sensitive to light. These lens I wear protect them from the light. They also take videos which can be replayed at any time.” He spoke with an increasing curve of a smile, as if to suggest his lens had seen many things, and more importantly, done many things. Heroic, valiant things that had nothing to do with Lih personally.
He decided he didn’t like the cautious way he and Costa had to be questioned, when they’ve done the department proud. But precisely because of what they had endured, they might no longer be the cops people knew. All this became academic, if Lih thought with his head, not his heart.
Lih wandered a few paces away from the screen. The dust-caked floors and flickering lights of the abandoned club where the two cannibals attacked him and Costa spread out around him in all directions. He could just about make out Costa’s noble face, lean and tanned and clean shaven. A fine cop…
He carefully watched the doctor’s face, ignoring the loud bang and series of screams behind him. The arterial sprays of blood thudding unto the floor, as the first cannibal was gunned down, then the second, throat unsentimentally slit with his own long sword… and that wasn’t even the worse of it.
“I can do a little better than telling,” Lih reported, voice calm and expressionless. He adjusted the lens in his right eye, and lined up its faintly glowing indicator with a selection screen/blank slate in the conference room. He looked down into the tinted and slightly inclined glass panel here…
For the moment it took for his augmented lens to disengage and pair with new device, Lih looked at his own face reflected on the projector screen. He had put on his cap and adjusted the set of it, but despite the dark police cap, and despite his splendid work uniform, he still looked like a pale-faced youth. And a frightened one, too.
Lih swallowed.
As the feed dumped from his right lens, he smiled, took his anti-glare shades out of his uniform pocket and put them on. Light flooded in from the screen.
Rising to his feet, Lih showed Alex his captured video of the “incident”, and began speaking words he had rehearsed for umpteenth time in his head, for those new to his process…
“My eyes are sensitive to light. These lens I wear protect them from the light. They also take videos which can be replayed at any time.” He spoke with an increasing curve of a smile, as if to suggest his lens had seen many things, and more importantly, done many things. Heroic, valiant things that had nothing to do with Lih personally.
He decided he didn’t like the cautious way he and Costa had to be questioned, when they’ve done the department proud. But precisely because of what they had endured, they might no longer be the cops people knew. All this became academic, if Lih thought with his head, not his heart.
Lih wandered a few paces away from the screen. The dust-caked floors and flickering lights of the abandoned club where the two cannibals attacked him and Costa spread out around him in all directions. He could just about make out Costa’s noble face, lean and tanned and clean shaven. A fine cop…
He carefully watched the doctor’s face, ignoring the loud bang and series of screams behind him. The arterial sprays of blood thudding unto the floor, as the first cannibal was gunned down, then the second, throat unsentimentally slit with his own long sword… and that wasn’t even the worse of it.
Viktor Lih
Officer of CCDPD
Officer of CCDPD