The Ace of Aces

you’ll never see it coming, ed boys

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“Yes, actually. He’s a old relative of mine. I’d like to try and find him, and I had reason to believe he might be here. ”

He looked around the area once more, not finding anything else to be of use here presently, so he turned and made for the exit, considering his next move. It seemed a little obvious, but he supposed he could at least gather some information on Joseph Carpenter from the police who had searched for him before. No other option immediately came to investigate in this strange, toy-minded town, so he made the decision to go to the police station. He wasn't sure exactly where it is, but he could follow the road signs there.

He said, mostly under his breath, before returning to his car. He did have a place he needed to be. The local mental health hospital. While he doubted it would be so easy as to just find Joseph Carpenter there, he was hopeful a lead of some sort could be found at that place. Those supposedly ‘living’ dolls, and Joseph Carpenter. He wondered if there was some sort of connection there, idly, as he began the short drive to the hospital.

Once inside the doors, and sharp silence met the ears. In front of the building was a small reception desk, immediately to the left was what appeared to be a recreational room. There were bolts in the walls were tvs may have once been-there was nothing there now. The few elderly patients there were sitting or reading in absolute silence. 

The atmosphere was even a bit unsettling. Luke wasn’t afraid of hospitals, but this sort of silence was pervading and choking. All the same, he had a mission. So he walked up to the reception desk and tried to get the attention of whomever was manning the booth.

The large man stopped in the recreational room and began marking down the patients that were currently there. 

"Excuse me, sir. If you don't mind my intrusion, I was endeavoring to investigate a certain disappearance, and I was wondering if this man had perhaps been a patient here. Do you know a Joseph Carpenter?"

He said, mostly under his breath, before returning to his car. He did have a place he needed to be. The local mental health hospital. While he doubted it would be so easy as to just find Joseph Carpenter there, he was hopeful a lead of some sort could be found at that place. Those supposedly ‘living’ dolls, and Joseph Carpenter. He wondered if there was some sort of connection there, idly, as he began the short drive to the hospital.

Once inside the doors, and sharp silence met the ears. In front of the building was a small reception desk, immediately to the left was what appeared to be a recreational room. There were bolts in the walls were tvs may have once been-there was nothing there now. The few elderly patients there were sitting or reading in absolute silence. 

The atmosphere was even a bit unsettling. Luke wasn't afraid of hospitals, but this sort of silence was pervading and choking. All the same, he had a mission. So he walked up to the reception desk and tried to get the attention of whomever was manning the booth.

“Ah, well. Mendicants can’t be choosers, after all.”

"...Wait just a moment! I wasn't contacted about this! Those scalliwags are profiting off my glorious image without getting my permission! Hmm. I'll have to have a word with whomever created this pachinko machine."

An even smaller group was passing outside of the car window now, a boy with a camcorder was filming a classmate who had her arms full of the same dolls, unboxed. 

“Halt! Luke Atmey, Ace Detective, is here. Cease your youthful doings! I need to ask a few questions.”  

“No, I already have one of those. I hardly need more than one. Which is why I ask. Why do you possess so many of those dolls? Shouldn’t one suffice for your needs? You lot aren’t in the process of making mischief, I should certainly hope.”

The art of children was one he hadn't yet mastered, so he could only guess at what exactly young people did in the day.

An even smaller group was passing outside of the car window now, a boy with a camcorder was filming a classmate who had her arms full of the same dolls, unboxed. 

“Halt! Luke Atmey, Ace Detective, is here. Cease your youthful doings! I need to ask a few questions.”  

"No, I already have one of those. I hardly need more than one. Which is why I ask. Why do you possess so many of those dolls? Shouldn't one suffice for your needs? You lot aren't in the process of making mischief, I should certainly hope."

An even smaller group was passing outside of the car window now, a boy with a camcorder was filming a classmate who had her arms full of the same dolls, unboxed. 

"Halt! Luke Atmey, Ace Detective, is here. Cease your youthful doings! I need to ask a few questions."