Opposite Side Chapter 5

Chapter 5

The Supervisors HQ was now firmly located at the old base. Before it was any old building away from other people, and that wouldn’t get unnoticed by the outside world. But seeing how much room was actually out there at the base, only a few other companies were there, the biggest being the AT&T Call center, they decided to settle down. The space was perfect, and the place blended in with the other buildings out there. No one to question the amount of vehicles, it was just another corporation.

The three walked into the small main office. It housed Angelina the night Secretary. She sat at her nice uncluttered desk, playing World of Warcraft. The four seats in the waiting area were empty, as usual. The room’s walls were a nice off white, with small murals here and there, a fake plant sat in a corner, EMO music played lightly through the room. It had to have been Angelina’s. Her job was just for show, just in case a regular human happened to walk in. Most people would be surprised, how curious people can be. She nodded to them never really taking her eyes off the monitor.

They went through the main door into the main office. There they entered into the very quiet room, all eyes half human to other watching them. They stood there not sure if they were in some sort of trouble or what by the awkward silence. Usually the place was alive with voices of the dispatchers, who mostly occupied the main area. They too were staring at the three young supervisors. Faces blank.

The room itself was a huge square, most of it taken up with nice desks set with computers and phone headsets. The dispatchers had their run of the area taking all the calls, and placing the right Supervisors were they were needed. They ranged from weres, banshees, fey of different types, a troll or two, and other breeds of Opposites. Around them were half breeds to humans who had seen too much. They were the dispatcher’s secretaries. They kept all the paperwork together, and were the go to guys or gals if called for something.

There you entered halls, and in the halls housed the Supervisor’s offices. The first rooms were labs and special designed rooms for experiments. Underneath the building which had once been a storage room, and quite possibly a bomb shelter, were now their holding cells. Magically warded and sealed, just in case.

Colin handed the biobag to a Tech. Who would do a few tests on the vamp and then incinerate the head. The three looked around uneasy, even the lab techs and other supervisors where out watching them. Some who weren’t even on shift yet.

“Okay what did we do now?” Patrick finally asked.

“They are waiting in your office,” Cheryl the main dispatcher said. Her short auburn hair was spiked; her ebony orbed eyes seemed to stare into their souls. Leslie fought the shiver that wanted to overcome her; she hated being stared at by the banshees. It had been creepy enough to see what happens when someone gets killed, there wailing, but they seemed to see more.

They walked down the right hall. Faces peeked out at them from the half open doors. “Is this freaking anyone else out?” Colin asked.

Leslie nodded. She was the closest to Patrick’s door, and they could feel the crowd behind them. She opened the door, and at first, the shock at who they saw in the room made them all pause. And then as their brains sprang into action they all had their guns out.

Two of the three visitors looked amused; the third had a very hostile look on her face. The man sitting smiled at them. “We have papers,” he said his voice held a thick Spanish accent.

The three exchanged a puzzled look as the seated man motioned to the man standing to his left. He stood about five-six, and as he walked a few steps forward, all three were thinking how quick it would be to drop him with one shot. He held out a folder. Patrick grabbed it from him quickly and read over the papers. He handed them to Leslie, his face blank. Leslie eyed the papers and then handed them over to Colin.

She put up her gun, since it would be considered cold blooded murder to kill them, so the papers said. “Well this is different.”

“No one else would talk to us, they asked us to wait here for you three. I take it you three must be the rookies?”

“Well why are you here exactly?” Patrick asked. They were rooted to their spot by the door.

“We were told that we had to come talk to the Supervisors in the area we decided to settle in. And so here we are. I am Raphael; I am Sheppard to my flock.” He stood and walked towards them, making all three take a step back.

He stopped face cold, showing no emotion, but his eyes watched them curiously. “I forget this is new to all of us. I am sorry. My flock is small; we are about half a dozen.”

“That isn’t very small,” Colin said.

His dead black eyes stared at him. “You carry our blood.”

Colin nodded. “I carry the disease.”

“We understand that this concept will be rather new to those here in the Supervisors. And the idea is new to us as well, but we hope to live in harmony with the other Opposites. We do not think like the others.”

“Leslie,” she said nodding and pointed to Colin. “Colin and Patrick.” The men all nodded when she said their names.

Seeing that the three weren’t going to harm them Leslie walked over to the other side of the desk. She looked them over. The vampires looked like all other vampires. Their skin was white as snow, which meant all three were a few decades old. Newer vamps usually had a tint of humanity left to their skin.

“I guess we should ask you a few questions. Colin,” she said taking a seat. He came over and slid in front of the computer. Patrick came to stand behind her. “Since this is new I guess we should first ask about residence.”

“We have found a place. A nice house. It is a two bedroom house on Elm Ave off of Mackee road. I do not understand the numbers, but Jennifer here can fill you in on that. It has a big yard, and the neighbors are not very close.”

“Okay as soon as we get the information down, which one of the secretaries in the main office will get. We will be putting you on probation,” Leslie said.

“What?” Colin said looking at her. She nodded. “We have to be sure about this, and we can’t just be sure you aren’t going to take some humans into your house and slaughter them.”

“I think it is very fair,” Raphael said.

“We’ve never really did this before, so say sixty days?” she asked looking at the others. They shrugged.

“That sounds roughly fair. I hear jobs do that as well.” He stood and they walked to the door. “So then who will be checking on us?”

She looked at him, “We are since it seems no one else is up to it.”

“We shall give our address and information then to a secretary. We do wish to be a part of this world, we want nothing more than to be treated almost human again.” A sad look went over his face. “For some of us we did not choose to be this way. So then we will expect to hear more about our probation. Our terms and whatnot.”

“As soon as we figure that out we will contact you.”

“Thank you, and good evening,” he said and was gone.

Patrick sunk into a chair beside Leslie. The three stared at the door. “What the hell just happened?”

“We have vampires who are legal citizens of the Opposite Side,” Colin said.

“As if we don’t have enough to worry about,” Leslie said.

“Maybe now is not the time to bring up the Fresno case.”

Leslie looked down at her hands on the desk. “A group of rogues, who kill for fun.”

“Yes, but the forensics say that it’s just not vampires its wereanimals too. The teeth marks are proof.”

“Crap,” Patrick said. “Well let’s get something to eat. I’m hungry. Then we can talk more about this.”