>>12555953We headed deep into the cargo load, where we came in encounter with just one person.
Alakazam. Someone we haven't talked to yet, perfect.
Thing is though, we knew for a fact that he wasn't an employee here, he had no nametag for one. So the reason why he was in a restricted area meant only for staff raised some red flags.
He was meditating, levitating in the air, surrounded by a pink force field. Crates filled with exports were all around him, stuff the ship delivers whenever it's not cruising about.
He didn't seem like he was causing trouble, but one should never judge a book by its cover, so we instigated something.
"Hello? Alakazam?"
He peeped open one eye within his little bubble, "Mhm. Yes?"
"What are you doing down here? This place is restricted, y'know."
He twiddled his mustache, "I could very well ask you the same thing. I've gained permission to meditate in peace here after failing to do so in the ballroom, is that so wrong? The Captain sure doesn't think so."
Quags shrugged, "Well, no, it's just that you looked kind of odd there. Haven't you heard anything about the murders?" I asked.
"Who hasn't? I've gone and secured myself by preparing every precaution precisely to ensure my safety. My advanced psychic powers that I've been training for years now let me receive a vague clue as to when the killer will strike next, and where. There isn't a need to worry about me, because I'll always know when he'll come."
Quags gasped, "Whoa! Wait, before you go back to meditating, can you tell us where he'll strike next!?"
"He's already struck again."
I brought a hand to my forehead, "Say that again?"
