July 13th, 9:30 a.m. Cornerstone Agency Control Room
At the front of the control room, Noria stood in a purple jacket and pants. There was a lady standing next to her speaking about the fact that the emotional upsurge caused by the plane crash may result in the appearance of a God.
Just then, Turnner entered the room and started up the aisle. People didn't really notice him until Noria saw him and said, "You're late, Turnner." As he walked between the desks, everyone stared at him. Their judgmental eyes followed the man they once regarded as their most wanted criminal, but now he's a part of their agency.
"12 plane crashes in one day, all for the same reason and no proper explanation behind it. Surely someone is responsible." Turnner looked around at all the people staring at him, "He's called the Psychology Teacher, or some of you may know him as Professor Mitch Treabon."
Noria motioned towards a Chinese lady sitting at one of the computer desks, who began typing his name into the database and pulling up information about him, "Professor Mitch Treabon, spawned on August 5th, 1805. He's an Australian national and worked in the government's psychological department conducting experiments on the American population. It also says-"
She paused and stared at the screen, her eyes jotting from one side to another. The woman seemed baffled by what she saw and continued, "That's interesting. It says here that this man died over 10 years ago.'' Then she looked up at Turnner.
"Then a dead man has just gotten off an Air Canada flight at the MIA." Turnner said sarcastically.
"Bring up camera footage at the Miami International Airport and search for Mitch Treabon." Noria ordered.
Immediately, the big screen changed and focused on a chubby white man passing through the luggage scanners. The computer identified him as Mitch Treabon. "He's right." A man at the computer states, "Mitch Treabon just entered the airport under the name Berent Barner. He's currently at customs getting his luggage checked."
Noria sighed, looking at Turnner, "Well, what's this man about? We clearly don't have any relevant information on him, so you have the floor."
Turnner smiled, "In all my 800 years, I've never seen a man like Treabon; he has a deep interest in conducting tragedies."
Everyone paid attention to Turnner as he slowly drifted back in memory, "Remember the 1955 Tragedy? Many people call it 6/11. If my memory serves me correctly, aircraft of various sizes filled with passengers suddenly started flying into the Bobab Towers in central New York, killing thousands and injuring many more. It may come as a surprise, but this incident was an experiment approved by the government and led by Mitch himself."
"Are you sure? They said it was a terrorist attack." A woman asked.
"I suppose the government did want to invade Syria back then, so it makes sense why they approved it and went on to label it as a terrorist attack. Anyway, Mitch went on to conduct many more tragedies, most notably the horrific murder of 50 naked people on a street in Washington."
"But you see, this job finally came to an end, and the government decided to shut down the department. Although the government paid him well for the work he did and intended to keep paying him, he had become attached to conducting tragedies and entered the criminal underworld. Since then, he's been the sole reason for any tragic incidents you hear about."
"And now he is here, why?" Trent questioned, his head and eyes slightly turning to Turnner, waiting for an answer.
Turnner looked around at him and replied, "Because he wants the Theatom, and knowing him, he won't stop with these Tragedies until I reveal where it is and what it is."
"And we won't be doing that, so we need to beat him to it." Noria concluded, "Where will he conduct his next Tragedy?"
"I have no idea." Turnner answered.
Suddenly, a woman sitting at one of the computer desks got up and said, "I just received a distress call from one of the spawning facilities in Florida, just south of our location."
"What's the situation?" Noria replied.
"I'm trying to get a hold of anyone at the Facility, but no one is responding."
"It looks like we've got our next Tragedy." Turnner grumbled.
"What makes you think it's the spawning facility?"
"Because he liked to add children to the madness, but I honestly hope I'm wrong."
"Fine, Trent, Amelia, and Lucas accompany Turnner to the spawning facility."
"I'm still confused as to how I got roped into working with this guy," Amelia complained as they walked out of the room.
"And I forgot to mention, Turnner has been added to Group 4 as a temporary contractor. He will leave when his work here is done. Any Objections?"
Amelia sighed, "No,none."
***Peacock Avenue, Human Spawning Facility
Turnner and others exited the black SUV and walked up a long path paved with square slabs. A tall building stood out in the distance; it had four floors painted in white. Short columns held up part of the building, which overlapped and formed a roof for people to walk under.
As they strolled up the path, Lucas broke the silence, "Don't y'all find it a bit strange that unlike animals or insects that recreate their kind, we have to depend on humans spawning from thin air?"
"I agree, but I like it that way, unless you would prefer pushing humans out of you."
"Naw, that'd be disgusting, but if we were like that, I think women would be the most likely candidates to do the pushing."
"Why us and not men?"
"I just don't want problems."
"Fair enough."
When they reached the facility,Turnner opened the double door and entered the building revealing a horrifying sight. The long hallway with a metal door at the other end. Was filled with Dead bodies, doctors, nurses, cleaners and anyone else who worked there laid on the ground in pools of blood.
Some had their hands and feet pulled off; others seemed to have been torn apart by bullet holes from a machine gun; a few were simply chopped into tiny pieces with clean, sharp edges.
There were two other hallways to their right and left that ran straight through the lobby, and on a slanted wall to the right of the room was the front desk. The team saw a man sitting motionless with his head resting on the counter. He seemed to have been shot in the head; blood stains coming out of his mouth had already dried.
"Who in their right mind would do something like this?" Lucas asked while holding his hand to his face.
Trent, who was walking around looking at the gruesome site, said, "Something ain't right; the government keeps a close eye on these locations. Why weren't we alerted when all of this went down?"
"That's because Mitch has a contract with the Tragedy God in exchange for parts of his body; he can orchestrate tragedies, and they will happen." Turnner answered.
"So you can't stop them?"
"Yep; once he proceeds with a tragedy, there's no way to stop it."
"Then how do you plan to beat this guy?"
"Patience, Trent. I feel like there's more to his appearance than meets the eye."
Trent, disgusted by what he heard, looked down at a dead woman. His face stiffened as anger burned within him, "So many innocent people died so he could enjoy himself. I won't rest until he's dead."
Amelia, who was also disgusted by the dead bodies, noticed the metal door at the end of the hallway and said, "Guys, what about the actual spawning area?" Everyone looked up at the metal door.
"They wouldn't take things that far; they're only children." Trent said, his voice shaking as if he were trying to convince himself.
Turnner scoffed. "Are you suggesting that Treabon kept some of his sanity?"
"No, I'm saying he wouldn't touch mere children."
Turnner starts walking down the hallway and says, "I guess we're going to have to find out."