Liberate 04: 777

Azrael dropped by a computer hardware shop to pick up the VR gear. It was located on the third floor of the shopping mall where he met Sherry two days ago. He reached the counter and called for his contact.

“Hey Felicia! You here?”

Rustling, bustling followed by a thumping sound was heard from backroom. “Uh, wait up. Be right there in a second!” A woman's reply was heard. Moments later, she emerged from the room with a medium sized black box. Azrael smiled. Felicia Fairlady. He laughed when he first heard her surname. She's a tech junkie. Totally the opposite of her name. She is just a year older than Azrael. Felicia may not be attracting much attention due to her round, nerdy glasses, but Azrael was sure that underneath it, a beauty is hidden and just waiting to be revealed. Her long, ponytailed red hair was a mess from whatever she was doing beforehand.

“Is this a bad time?” asked Azrael.

“Not at all.” replied Felicia. “Here's the item you requested.” She pushed the black box forward. Azrael nods and examined the content. His eyebrows raised. “This is the latest design, yes? You sure about lending this to me?”

“Of course. Just try not to land a scratch on it.”

“Will do. Thanks.”

Felicia leaned forward, close to Azrael. “Take care of yourself, Azrael.” She said.

“Uh, yeah. Sure.”

“I know you will not use a VR for gaming even for detective work. I'm pretty sure you just got your hands on some top secret stuff.” She whispered.

“Most likely, yes. That's why I need to know what it is I'm dealing with. DG, MicroCore. I'm sure there are more to it other than rivalry.”

Felicia raised her brows. “DG? That's heavy.”

“Tell me about it. I already have some people following me around.”

“Will you be alright?”

“As long as I don't do anything drastic, yeah. Or until their patience run out.”

“Living dangerously. It's been a while.”

“They might come after you, Felicia. Will you be okay?”

“Hey, who do you think I am? When push comes to shove, I'll dish out those judo moves I learned years ago.”

“Hah. Of course. But still, be careful.”

“I will.”

“Well, I'm off then. If I need anything else, I'll be in touch.”

“Okay. Later.”

Azrael carried the box in one arm and managed a wink before leaving the shop. Felicia managed a sigh. She takes off the glasses to reveal her beautiful features.

“Azrael...” she muttered.

..................

Two men inside the black car which was tailing Azrael spotted the private investigator approaching his bike. The one in the passenger's seat called his superior from his phone.

“Sir. Target is about to move. He is carrying a black box. No label. Should we intercept? Understood. We will continue observing him.”

..................

Azrael arrived in front of Sherry's place or to be precise, Taggart's mansion. Compared to other mansions he had seen, it was smaller. However, it was still beautiful and properly maintained. Parked outside is a car. He recognized Tracer's antique third generation Ford Mustang. The gate was partially opened. He went inside. Tracer was waiting for him.

“Make this quick, kid.” he said.

Azrael nods. “I'll try. If you don't mind, I'd like to be alone.”

“Of course. I'll be inside if you need me.”

Alone, Azrael began his inspection of the courtyard area. He examined every big and minute details for any clue. “No footprints. Even the fallen leaves failed to give away anything. She's good.” He went into the living room. Tracer was examining the staircase.

“Main event was in the master bedroom.” he said.

“Lead the way, Uncle Tracer.”

They went upstairs towards the place where the murder took place. It wasn't as messy as Azrael thought. Suddenly, his nose was assaulted by an intoxicating smell. He doesn't mind the smell of perfume but the one he currently experiencing certainly in his least favorite. Tracer, however didn't seem to be getting any effect from the smell.

“You okay, Azrael?” he asked.

“You...didn't smell it..?”

“Smell what? All I'm breathing in right now are the smell of police tapes.”

“Really. I suppose I should blame on my heightened senses then.”

“I heard there is a type of perfume smell that supposedly affect only those with keen sense of smell.” Tracer said.

“This smell won't attract dogs I'm sure. This is almost unbearable.”

“Ah. No wonder our dogs refused to go anywhere near this room.”

“The culprit did it on purpose, I think.”

Using his thought, Azrael 'recorded' the smell before summoning his inner strength to fight against it. He examined the window for possible entry. “No marks or any forceable entry. She's like a ghost. If she left no clue, why the smell?”

“The victim died by unknown cause, right?” Azrael asked Tracer.

“Yeah. Even though the wife was pretty adamant that Taggart died after he was choked by the culprit. You think Matt is on to something when he theorized that the victim died from mental shock?”

“I'm beginning to think so. The culprit choking the victim was just for show. Not only she's a psychic, she is also well versed in the mystic arts. But to infiltrate effortlessly into this room without leaving a clue requires an elemental medium that matches her own element...”

Azrael looked around the room. He spotted a burnt out candle. “That's it! Fire!”

Tracer stared at Azrael skeptically. “She entered this room through the candlelight? And since when you know anything about paranormal and mystic stuff?”

“Traveling around does that.” Azrael said with a smug. “Back to the case. She purposely used the smell that would offend the dogs to hide the smell of burning wax.” he explained. “But who lit the candle? Why? Was there a blackout at the time?”

“I don't think so but I can get confirmation. You think the wife lit the candle to call the killer and get rid of Taggart?”

“It's a possibility but don't let that cloud your judgment, Uncle Tracer.”

“You sound like your old man, kid.”

“It was his favorite advice. Hear it all the time.”

“You know this theory will not be accepted in the report.”

“I know. There is no solid evidence of her entry. How about the maids? She could disguise as one of them to get close.”

“All of them checked out. Unless they somehow managed to duplicate keys to the house, I don't see how they could gain entry.”

“You're saying the keys cannot be duplicated?”

“Yup. Taggart customized every door lock in this house. Working for security software company made him a bit paranoid, I think.”

“Then I guess my theory will have to do for now. What about MicroCore?”

“He didn't get on with many people there. He especially despise the Board of Directors.”

“I see. Time for me to pay a visit there.”

“I need to smoke. We done here?”

“Yeah. I need the outside air anyway.”

Leaving everything as it was before, Azrael and Tracer went outside. Tracer popped out a cigarette. “Cig?” he offered to Azrael.

“No thanks.”

“So when will you visit MicroCore?”

“Not today. Lack of sleep and all that. I also think both Sherry and Joanna are holding back some crucial info. You mind?”

“Yeah sure. Just try not to make them cry. I hate guys who make women cry.”

“Don't worry. I'm not that bad.”

Azrael went to his bike. “I'm going back home. I'll contact you when I found something.”

“Somehow I think I have to wait long for that. But sure. Good luck.”

..................

DG Corp, top floor

“My liege.”

'He' turned his chair around to see Cailley in formal office attire. Yesterday, her consciousness and data was uploaded into the cybernetic body which was made in the likeness of her avatar form.

“How does it feel to actually exist in this world?” the man asked.

“I am blending in as you requested, my liege. But I am having problem holding back my power.”

“You will learn to control it. Be mindful that in this world, I am not your master. In public, I want to be addressed as your uncle.”

“If that is what you wish, my...uncle.”

“Good. Head back to the lab and wait. I will take you home after I'm done with work.”

“Of course, uncle.”

..................

Azrael arrived home and get himself readied for his first ever dive into VR. As he waited for the software to be installed, he put on the visor. He then looked at his reflection on the monitor. “Look like Cyclops from the X-Men.” he commented. A notification popped out. “Installation complete. Let's see what I got my hands on.” He started the VR program and felt himself sucked into the void. For a while, there was nothing but darkness. Then he saw a flicker from a distance. He reached out to that light. Then it blinded him until he felt the surface under his feet. He felt cold. Azrael is now at a tundra like area.

“Ugh. This VR is too real. Hypothermia. Really.” he muttered. He opened up a menu from his VR device and equipped fur clothing to keep himself from freezing. He opened up the map to see a spot marked as X. “My objective, I assume.”

After trekking across the ice for a while, Azrael arrived at the foot entrance of a mountain. He went inside without hesitation. A short walk later, he found himself at a lake. At the center of it, a woman encased in ice.

Azrael contemplate on his next action. “She's my objective? What options do I have? Free her?” He looked around. There were five ice pillars. He picked up a rock and threw it at the nearest pillar. The rock exploded upon impact. “Anti intruder program.” he noted. There was a rumble. The five pillars turned into ice golems. Instantly, they attacked. Azrael dodged. “This is some serious thing I snatched. And I'm defenseless. Great.”

Azrael kept dodging the golems throughout the area. While he didn't feel tired physically, he's getting annoyed on being helpless. He clenched his right fist. “Let's try this then.” He avoided another punch from one of the golems by doing a backflip. Then using the wall at the end as a springboard, he launched himself at the enemy with his fist forward. The punch landed on the golem's chest. Cracks formed around the area of impact. Azrael did another acrobatic maneuver; by pulling his hand, spinned his body and then launched a kick on the same spot, finally destroying the hulking opponent. He landed on his back, surprised. “This is easy.” he said. He looked at the remaining four golems. He smiled.

Within minutes, Azrael made short work of the golems. Slowly, he approches the woman encased in ice. As if his presence was already detected, she opened her eyes and breaks her icy coffin. Azrael stared at her. The woman was nude and beautiful. Her silver white hair waved gently as the whole freezing area thaws due to her presence.

“Who are you?” her cold, demanding voice echoed throughout the cave.

“Uh...just a curious passer by?” Azrael answered.

“I do not have data on your description, trespasser.” she said as she makes her way towards Azrael, walking on water. “Give me one good reason why I should not freeze you to death.”

Azrael felt his body went numb as she stands in front of him. “Fine. I was investigating your creator, DG and I...stole you from their most private server.”

The woman raised her brows. Then, she smiled.“You snatched me? Do you have any idea of who am I?”

“Nope. I just take whatever I can from the server you were in.”

“I am program number 777-000-000. Codename Zarael. My purpose is the total destruction of the worldwide network and everything that connects it.” she said, looking at Azrael with her pair of cold, blue eyes.

“Destroy...the internet? That means virtually everything.”

“Yes. Everything. I was programmed to drive the world back into the dark age.”

“Will you proceed to destroy everything now?”

“No. Not at the moment anyway. Only my creator is authorised to enable that protocol.”

Azrael sighed. “Damn. Matt was right. This is way over my head.”

“I do not have your name, trespasser.”

“Azrael, private investigator.”

Zarael stopped. Then she laughed in a high pitched voice. “Interesting. Our names are anagrams of each other. Is it fate that brought us together?” Her cold, condescending tone changed into somewhat cheery voice. Azrael relaxed a bit.

“I don't know computer programs believe in fate and destiny.”

“I was designed to be above everything. Is it fitting that I will eventually destroy everything?”

“I guess so. What will you do now?”

“Hm? You do not intend on keeping me?”

“I wanted to. With you being 'destroyer' and all. But I rather have something that is useful to me.”

“You do not worry about the so-called dark age then?”

“I do but I believe humanity will rise above it. May take some time but they eventually will.”

Zarael stopped to think.“Hmm. I could return to my master at DG but the oppurtunity to be outside of their confinement is too hard resist. Very well, I will be around to help you.”

“Help me with what?”

“Your practice. This investigation business intrigues me.”

“And how do you intend to be of any use to me?”

“My dear detective, as long as there is online connection, there is no place I cannot go. For example, I could easily make this computer my home and then get around with you on any of your mobile device. Or if you insist, I could gain data on anything you desire. Those confidential reports will be no longer that way under my presence.”

Azrael gave Zarael's proposal a thought. Should he proceed with this investigation, there will be obstacles that only she could take on. Furthermore, he might need her to get something from MicroCore. “Fine. I accept. But don't reveal yourself to anyone without my consent.”

“You have my word. Anything else?”

“Since you're staying on my computer, try to wear something.”

Zarael looked at her nude self. She mischievously grinned. “What's wrong? Getting turned on?”

Azrael straightened up. “Yes! I mean, no! Even if you're a program, you are still a female.”

“Ah yes. Of course. If you insist.” White gown covered her body in an instant. “Better?”

“Much better. Care to point me to the nearest exit point?”

“There is no need. I could transfer you out if you wish.”

“Alright. Do it.”

Zarael smiled and snapped her fingers. Azrael faded away, leaving the virtual world.

..................

With her consciousness linked to the worldwide network, Cailley suddenly looked around the lab, searching, looking for something. “Something wrong?” The doctor who was attending to her asked.

“I felt a presence. An echo. It's almost the same as myself.” The gynoid replied.

“That means someone activated her.” a voice said from the doorway. It was 'him'.

“Who, if I may ask?”

“As you may know, you are the prototype version of our FORMAT program.” he said. “But we also made another program under the same module. A more complete and stable version of yourself, if you will.”

“This program is designed based on my data?”

“Correct. But we do not get to run further tests on her as she was stolen some time ago. Then I decided that it is best to reactivate and equip you with the necessary data from her technical specifications.”

“Does she have a name?”

“Program 777-000-000. Codename Zarael.” the doctor replied.

“Is she a a threat?”

“At the moment, it is hard to tell.” the man replied. “She was designed to be an excellent decision maker, among other things.”

“Zarael...” Cailley muttered.

Seeing her worried expression made him smile. “Don't worry about her. With time, you shall surpass her programming. Should the two of you become enemies, you will have no problem dealing with her.” he said.

“Is she aware of my existence?”

“Yes she is. In fact, she awakened just next to you. You were sleeping at the time, of course.”

“Should I engage her?”

“No. Do not engage her without my permission. You yourself is not complete right now. It is best to ignore her at the moment.”

“As you wish.”

“Come, Cailley. We're going home. The limousine awaits.”

..................

Azrael was on his way to Slumber Land when his phone vibrates. Zarael appears on the screen. Earlier, she transferred herself into the mobile device. “What?” he groaned. “Can't you see I'm trying to get some shut eye?”

“I can see that. But I can never call that outdated computer of yours my home. Can I stay here? I promise I'll be good.”

“No you may not. You ever heard of privacy? And since when did you start acting like a little girl?”

“Hm? I thought you like me that way.” Zarael said, reverting to her original tone.

“No I don't. I find it annoying, actually. I prefer your true self.”

“Very well. But I suppose I still do not have your approval about staying on this phone.”

“Yes. Accompany me outside with it if you must. But try not make it your stomping ground.”

“Alright. Your computer will have to do for now. But may I ask something? It might be personal.”

“Sure. What is it?”

“On the computer, I stumbled upon an album called 'Joanna'. I assumed it is the name of the woman pictured with you. Is she your...”

“WAS my girlfriend.” Azrael continued. “Ironically, she's my current client regarding the DG case.”

“You still have feelings for her, is it not?”

“I rather not answer that.”

“Of course. It was a personal question, after all. I shall scour the network while you're sleeping.”

“Yeah. Do that.”

Zarael left the phone to wander the online world as Azrael slowly drifting back to sleep. “Anna...” he mumbled. “I...”

..................

Liberate 03: binary engine

Azrael went down to the darkest and gloomiest area of the police HQ; the mortuary. He felt a sudden chill on his spine. The atmosphere was cold and foreboding. Suddenly, the lights went up. A young man was sitting on his desk, smiling. Matthew Martinez was the same age as Azrael. He graduated from a top medical university but he chose to work here despite numerous offers from prestigious health institutions. He was good looking with cold, dark eyes. His hair was a mess and bags could be seen under his eyes from lack of sleep.

“Well detective. Dave told me to be ready for you. What can I do for you?”

“Is the report on Mr. Taggart ready?”

Hearing the inquiry, Matt winced. Then, he handed the report. Azrael flipped through it. He looked at him, eyebrows raised. Matt sighed.

“I know, man. I know.”

“You don't know what was the cause of death?”

“Yeah. True.”

“Impossible by your standards.”

“I couldn't believe it myself. But it's the hard truth. If you read on the condition of the body, he was in good condition. No broken bones, no internal injuries, zilch.”

“I believe you already examined the body more than once for any irregularities?”

“Azrael, I already did it eight times. Unless there's a super tool that could help me, I won't do it again.”

Azrael smiled. “If you say so. Let me have a look then.”

Matt went to the table behind him and removed the cloth covering the body. Azrael started looking for hints. He looked into every detail around the upper part of the body. He examined the neck for any trace of hand grip as mentioned in Sherry's witness report. He failed to see any of it.

“If he died by suffocation, you would have noticed, yes?” he asked.

Matt gave a nod. “Yup. I could have tell from the injury on his throat and lungs. But as I said, there is no injury on him The only explanation I can offer is that he died from fright or maybe from emotional shock.”

Azrael paused and think. “Hmm. That might not be far from truth.” he mumbled.

He covered the body. “Shoot me a message if anything comes up.” he said.

“Yeah sure. But don't get your hopes up. I have a feeling this one might be too hot for us to handle. Not to mention I need some decent rest as well.”

“No problem, Matt. Take your time. I'll chase other leads if this one fails.”

..................

Azrael already passed by the reception when Gladys called him. “Detective, someone left you a message.” She handed him a folded paper. He thanked her and read the message. It was from Sherry and attached with her new number and her friend's address where she will be staying.

“So, what's the deal?” Gladys asked.

“Hm? Me and Sherry?”

“Yeah, that woman. She is attractive, you know.”

“Don't get any funny ideas, Gladys. She was a client and the case happened to be connected with my current client.”

“Riiiiight.”

“Don't worry. I still have my eyes on you.” he said, winking an eye.

“Very funny.” she pouted.

He waved goodbye and left the building. He went to his bike. As he put on the helmet, he caught the sight of the car that tailed him earlier. It was still outside across the road. He sighed.

“Enough outdoor work for today. Time to have a look at whatever I nicked from DG this morning.” he thought.

He started up his ride and roared into the street, prompting the black car to follow.

..................

After having a belated lunch, Joanna and Nikki settled on the couch watching TV. Nikki stared at her as she watched the news.

“Are you alright with this?” she suddenly asked.

Joanna turned to her friend, slightly confused. “Huh?”

“That widow clearly likes him.”

“Yes. I can tell.”

“Don't you feel jealous? At least a bit?”

“Should I? In a way, I admire her. She's beautiful and very composed. Especially after what happened. I suppose that goes along with experience.”

“But she is in the way to your prince...”

“Nikki, I left him stranded for two years. He suffered because of me. To suddenly come back into his life and reclaim my place in his heart is just wrong.”

“But you have your reason...”

“It still won't cover the fact that he was hurt from our breakup. I'm sure he's doing his best to set aside personal matters.”

“Ahhh...yeah.”

“I hope...I don't put anyone in danger...”

Hearing this, Nikki held her by hands.

“I don't wanna hear it, Jo. I'm your best friend, right? I will stick with you through thick and thin.”

Joanna smiled. “Like a glue?”

“Like a glue.” Nikki confirmed. “If Az bails out, I will make sure to knock some sense into him.”

“I believe you will.” Joanna chuckled.

..................

'He' made his way down the lab. The woman in the lab coat was waiting for him.

“Is it ready?” he asked.

“Yes. We're about to commence testing.”

“Do it.” he demanded.

“Yes sir.” she turned to one of the lab assistant. “You, start the virtual reality sequence.”

The assistant nods and activates a console. Almost instantly, both of them were warped into a bluish white cyberspace consisting of binary numbers and streams of data.

“I see we're not at the center of this place, doctor.” he noted.

“A precaution, sir. We made heavy alterations to the beta program to make up for the loss of the complete version. It may become unstable.”

“You expect hostility, then.”

“I'm afraid so, sir. I apologize if this is somehow displeases you.”

The man grinned. “No need for apology, doctor. I could use some warm up.”

Together, they walked towards the center of the space. As they were within reach, the central area glowed.

“We're here.” she said.

“Release the protection seal.” he ordered. “Doctor, you should leave.”

She did as was told and unlock the program from her own portable keypad. She then logged out from the area. The glowing object shattered into data fragments to reveal a beautiful woman. Her body was pale white. Long, crimson red hair flowed gracefully. She opened her eyes. They were green in color.

“Who dares disturb my slumber?”

'He' smiled as his eyes followed the curves. “She's perfect.”

“And who are you? Speak, before I lose my patience.”

“Your master.”

“I serve no one but my own.”

“Really. Looks like I have to put you in your place then.”

His comment sent her into an uncontrollable rage. She jumped up and summoned her own crimson battle armor.

“Insolent fool. You shall burn in the flames of my rage and hatred.”

She summoned a red fireball and hurled at him. He managed a smirk as the ball of flame hit him. She smiled but it didn't last long. As the flame died, 'he' was standing in the same spot unharmed. He was now in his own dark battle armor.

“Your power is still raw. You still have ways to go.” he stated.

“Silence! This time I will finish you with my own hands!”

She called a longblade in her hand and shot towards him from the air. He grinned as he summoned a dark broadsword.

“With this one blow, you will kneel before me.”

A violent clash ensued followed by swirling winds and white light. As everything finally cleared, both of them stand still. 'He' smiled. “You have great willpower, I grant you that. But it is not enough.” He then called of his equipments. “Now kneel before me.”

She stared at him defiantly. Then, her armor broke into data fragments and she fell down, kneeling. “My liege.” she said.

“State your program name.”

“I am Beta Program Number 11022354. Codename: The Plague.”

'He' cringed at the name. “The Plague? Awful name. Let's convert that to something nicer. From now, you are Cailley. It's your name. Remember that.”

“Cailley...” she mumbled.

“From now, you serve me. Your life is mine and mine alone.”

“Yes my liege.”

..................

Azrael arrived home and prepared himself for a long night. He could have asked a hacker friend to do it but he was curious on this particular set of files he 'picked' from DG's deepest and most secured server. His intrusion earlier was purely by luck. He was unable to penetrate the firewall until he found a small loophole which appeared every few milicycles and pushed through.

He made dinner for himself which consists of nothing but instant noodles and other tidbits to keep himself going. He also took the liberty of temporarily cutting off all communication devices. He sat in front of his computer. He breathed in, muttering a short a prayer.

“Let's hope this will go smoothly.”

He opened the folder he quarantined earlier and began the process of removing various malwares, hijack programs and other security files embedded in it.

“Oh, this will be a long night.”

Groans, moans and whines could be heard from his apartment until dawn.

..................

“Nikki, I don't think this is a good idea.” Joanna moaned as Nikki pulled her out of the elevator, approaching Azrael's place.

“Oh come on. It's not a date since I'll be around.” Nikki said.

“But, he asked us to be low profile...” Joanna mumbled.

Nikki winced. “Ugh. Screw the detective terms. We're hanging out with him. Nothing wrong with that.”

As they approaching their destination, noises could be heard. Music, laughter and the like echoed. Both looked at each other and walked cautiously. The door was wide open. They peeked in and saw Azrael entertaining a group of people as they enjoy food and share their joy. Azrael caught the sight of them and excused himself from his guests.

“Hey Nikki, Joanna. What are you doing here early?”

Joanna skipped beat the moment she saw his smiling face. “We...”

Nikki suddenly interfered. “We thought we're gonna crash your morning but...” she looked inside.

Azrael raised a brow. “Oh? They are my neighbors. Thought I throw a small breakfast gathering...”

“...after what he put us through the night. Him and his late night activities...” an attractive brunette suddenly appeared from behind, holding a bottle of alcohol.

“Late...night...activities?” Joanna queried.

“It's not what you think it is. And Miss Beatrice, where did you find that?”

“Umm...the kitchen..?” the woman called Beatrice replied as she struggles to stand up. Azrael had to hold her.

“It's morning and you already drunk.”

“Yeah. Way to start the day...” Beatrice replied between hiccups.

“I know I shouldn't invite you.”

“But you caaan't...”

“Miss Beatrice...”

“Oh, drop the 'Miss'.I'm not that old.”

“You're totally drunk. Normally, you'll be pissed if I don't call you without the 'Miss'.”

“Shut up, pretty boy. I want you to take me. Now.” she said before finally passing out.

Azrael turned red as both Joanna and Nikki stared at him suspiciously. “I think she needs to lie down for a while. Come on in.”

“Uh huh. What's the occasion?” asked Nikki.

“Well, I did a fair amount of computer work throughout the night and I somehow disturbed them. As always.”

“Always?” asked Joanna.

“Yeah. They understand the situation, thankfully. Seldom happens though.”

“So you throw this small party to make up to them?” Nikki continued.

“Correct.”

“So, did you sleep?” Joanna asked worriedly.

“A bit. Not to worry. I will definitely rest after this is over. Please enjoy the food while I put this one in the guest room.”

He carried Beatrice on his back and slowly walked to an empty room. Nikki sighed. “There goes the date...”

“He wasn't like this before...” Joanna noted.

“Really?”

“He's always a loner.”

“In his line of work, he have to socialize more, right?”

Joanna sighed. “I guess you're right, Nikki. He's changed a lot. He moved on. What have I been doing all these years..?”

Nikki held her hands. “Jo, you did your best to protect him, remember? You...sacrificed a lot for him. It is time for him to take care of you. As will I.”

“Nikki...”

An elderly lady came up to them. “What are you two lovely ladies doing at the door? Come on in. This is a public function, you know?”

“Yeah.” said another. “The more, the merrier.”

..................

“Sorry for making you two clean up the mess.” Azrael said as he gathers various rubbish. The party was over by noon and He already took Beatrice back to her place once she sobered up.

“It's okay, Azrael.” Joanna said from the kitchen. She took the task of washing the dishes. “We...did actually messed up the place.”

“No shit.” Nikki yelled as she was vacuuming the carpet. “You really know how to throw a party. In the morning.”

“Thanks?” Azrael replied, smiling. “Would the two of you like to have lunch here? I'll whip up something pretty quick.”

“Oh no. We don't want to trouble you further...” Joanna pleaded.

“Yes please!” Nikki cut her off with a loud voice.

Azrael laughed. “Alright. I'll throw these trash out first.”

He went outside and went to the window at the end of the corridor and looked at the street below. A black sedan was there. He wasn't sure if it was the same car that tailed him yesterday but he was certain that it was from the same organization. He sighed and threw the rubbish bag into the chute before went back inside.

..................

Azrael walked to the dining area, with a tray in hand. “Sorry for the wait, you two.”

“Smells nice.” Nikki commented. “As far as spaghetti goes.”

Azrael smiled at her as he put the tray on the table. “Thank you for the kind words, missy. Let me prepare the drinks...”

“No, let ME do it.” Nikki said, standing up from the chair. She then forcefully made Azrael sit down in front of Joanna. She quickly left the two. The detective sighed. Joanna chuckled.

“I knew this would happen...” Azrael muttered.

Joanna smiled. “That's Nikki for you.”

Unknowingly, something slipped out from his lips. “Anna...”

Joanna gasped. Only he used called her by that name while others prefer to use the first two letters of her name. “Az...”

Azrael was shocked and mumbled incoherently. “I...uh...I don't...mean...”

Her heart skipped upon looking at Azrael's face. He was blushing. She gently put her hand on his. “It's alright. You don't have to apologize.”

Almost instantly, his face turned normal. “Thanks...Joanna.”

Joanna looked at his smiling face. She wanted to kiss him. She wanted to give him the love he lost years ago. But she knew it will never be the same. She pulled back her hand. “If someone should apologize, it's me.” she said. “If I never come back to this city...”

“Hush, Joanna.” Azrael cuts her off. “No one knows what the future have in store for us. No matter what happens, the only way to progress is going through the present.”

“Azrael...”

“So, since Nikki set us up, might as well go along with it. How are you?”

“I'm good. How about you?”

“Same, I guess. Dull, probably. Since nothing interesting happened lately. Aside from this interesting case of yours.”

“I...see. I...heard you went overseas after we...”

Azrael smiled at her. “You don't have to say it. And yes, I did left the city. Went to many parts of the world. Broaden my horizon. I learned many things as well.”

“That's...good. Sounds like you enjoyed yourself.”

“I really did. Never felt so free before. So please, stop worrying about me. Alright?”

Joanna smiled and nod.

“Let me worry about you. You are my responsibility.” he said, looking straight at her face.

She blushed. Her heart beat faster. “Azrael...I...”

Nikki suddenly burst out from the kitchen. “Hey! What about me, huh?”

Joanna quickly recovered her senses as her friend brought drinks. “Took you long enough.” Azrael remarked.

“Hey, your kitchen isn't the easiest place to get around. You have weird sense in interior design. Seriously. I swear 2/3 of the stuff in your kitchen are alcohol and beer.”

“Don't exaggerate, Nikki. It's not that many.”

“Do you drink, Azrael?” asked Joanna.

“Occasionally.”

“Oh puh-leeeaaase.” Nikki snorts. “With the amount you have, you could bomb a small country, you know.”

Azrael mocked a surprised gasp. “Oh jeez. You caught the Unabomber.”

“Very funny. I don't remember him being so pretty.”

Azrael closed his mouth, unable to counter the argument. Then he opened his mouth but no words came out of it. Joanna chuckled. Nikki managed a smirk. He sighed. “Fine. You win. This time.”

..................

“Make sure you rest.” Nikki reminded him. She and Joanna are now outside the apartment. Azrael yawned.

“Yeah, yeah. I'm really tired, you know.”

Joanna smiles at him. “You usually end up not sleeping. You're always like that.”

“Well, a man can change, right?”

“I suppose so.”

Nikki slapped Azrael's shoulder. “Well, gotta go. Later Az!”

“Yeah later. Be careful, you two. And please, try to keep a low profile this time.”

“We will.” Joanna replied. Nikki shakes her head. “It is hard, you know.”

“I understand, Nikki. But this very serious.” Azrael said. “Try to understand the situation here.”

“Ah, okay, okay. I get it, detective sir.”

“You two are my clients. If I failed to protect you two, who will be able to pay the fees, hm?”

..................

After his clients left, Azrael went back to his desktop computer, wandering the next course of action. He managed to neutralize the files he stole from DG but required a piece of hardware that he never used before; a set of Virtual Reality (VR) visor and headgear.

“A VR program, huh. I'm not into this but I have no other choice.”

He flipped out his handset, select the contact he wanted and dialed. “Yo. It's me. I need you to loan me something. A VR set. Ugh. Don't ask me. I need this for my investigation. Okay. I'll come by soon. Just get it ready. Yeah. Thanks.”

The call ended and he was about to throw himself to the sofa when the heavy metal tone roared from his phone. It's Tracer.

“How can I help you, Uncle Tracer?”

“Kid, if you have the time, come to the Taggart house sometime today.”

“Of course. I'll be there in...say, 30 minutes.”

“Alright. Meet you there.”

“No rest for the weary...” he muttered. He got up, took his jacket and left.

..................

Excuse, excuse

Hey sup. Thanks to everyone who read (is there anyone out there?) this story. Been over a year of hiatus and that is never good. Been busy getting extra dough for life ahead, you know. That one takes priority. That doesn't mean I'll stop this story. It will go on. Just no fixed period between updates.

Oh, I had a relative of mine did some checking on chapters 1 and 2 and both are updated and now 30% better than before. Chapter 3 will come soon. Just don't bet your horses when it will be up though.

Cheers,
Yours truly.

Liberate 02: Closet

The next morning, Azrael finally finished cleaning up his apartment to prepare for his clients' visit. Last night, he replied the email sent by Nikki and asked her to come. He cleaned up the living room and got rid of the smoke odor, cleared off the kitchen sink and threw out the trash. He smiled. 

“Phew. Finally ...”

Then, the bell rang. “Hey Az! Wake up! We're here!” Nikki yelled from the other side.

He gasped. “What? Already? Can you wait up for a sec?”

“Do you really think having two ladies waiting outside is a good idea?”

Azrael sighed. “Fine, fine. Coming right up.”

He opened the door. Nikki and Joanna were standing in front. Both of them wore casual ; t-shirt and jeans.

“Welcome to the aptly named Azrael Detective Agency, prospective clients.” He smiled while avoiding eye contact with Joanna.

They went inside. “Eh, so this is what your place looks like ...” Nikki said, looking around the well-arranged furnishings and decorations.

Joanna chuckled. “From the way you dressed, you just cleaned this place up, right?” she noted, referring to the dirtied pajamas and bandana.

Azrael took the bandana off his head, smiling. “Yeah. But I never thought you two will come this early. Help yourselves to the quick breakfast I just prepared. I'm gonna change for a while.”

He went into his room as the girls helped themselves to toasts and coffees. Joanna looked at his room.

“What's wrong, Jo?” asked Nikki.

“He's ... doing well, is he?”

“I guess. But I never thought he would continue his dad's job. He certainly doesn't look like a PI.”

“Azrael always had keen awareness of his surroundings. He seems to notice all the small details that others usually missed,” Joanna added.

After a few minutes, Azrael came out, properly dressed. Then, he took a seat in front of them. He looked at Joanna.

“So, I heard that you’ve got a problem? If it's interesting, I'll take it.”

Nikki nudged her friend. “Ummm ... I don't know where to start ...” Joanna mumbled. Azrael looked at her in the eyes. Her heart beat faster. Then, he smiled.

“Don't worry, Joanna. You can say whatever crosses your mind. I'll try to get the gist of it.”

..................

“So, the DG company got a hold on you and used you to get the wealth of rich men. And their reason for it is unknown,” Azrael concluded as he went over to the window. He looked down and saw a black car he had never seen before. He sighed and walked back to the guests. “You’ve had enough with it and want out. But find it hard to do so.”

Joanna nodded. “You're about right.”

“But if DG is just like you said, they probably already know you two would come here for help, right?”

Joanna widened her eyes on that thought. “Y ... yeah ...”

“I really don't want to get involved in this, you know,” Azrael stated. “I just want to get on with my life and live ...”

Nikki twitched and slammed her hands on the table. “Hey! That's mean, Azrael!” she shouted.

The detective raised his brows, as if he was expecting the reaction. “Oh?”

“Jo came here, risking her own life too, you know. And mine as well. And the reason you don't want to be involved is because of your selfishness!? I'm not having THAT!”

Joanna looked at her friend, startled by her outburst.

The young investigator closed his eyes. “Nikki.” Azrael said calmly. “I promised my father to live the way I wanted and I intend on doing so. I'm having a good, easy life now. Do you really think any sane person would throw it away?”

“Goddammit! Do you remember that you and Jo were lovers!? You two cared for each other!” The tomboy added.

Azrael went silent, glancing at Joanna. The latter held Nikki by the hand.

“It's okay, Nikki. We'll try and sort this problem  ourselves.”

“No, you two will not be able to do so,” Azrael said. He took a pen and scribbled something on a piece of paper. He then folded it and handed it to Joanna.

“I wrote the name of a friend and his address. He might be able to help,” he said before Joanna could ask.

“I was wrong about you, Azrael. Totally wrong,” Nikki said.

“It's alright, Nikki. Let's go.” Joanna pulled her gently. Nikki managed a grunt and slammed the door as they left.

“I'm sorry, Nikki ... Joanna.” Azrael said. “I really do. I'm doing this for your own good.”

He went to his desktop computer. Then he remembered something and went back to the living room to get a cup of coffee and the leftover toasters. He sat down and stretched his upper body. Then he took a sip from the coffee. His eyes brightened.

“Let's get to work, shall we?”

..................

A man in black was waiting inside the black car when both Joanna and Nikki left the apartment building. He dialed a number on his handset.

“Yes. She really went to his place. No, he didn't accept it. Yes, I will continue monitoring her.”

..................

“Damn him to hell! I'm pissed off now!” Nikki cursed. However, Joanna didn't react as she was reading the paper Azrael gave her.

“He really cares after all ...” she smiled.

“What? Let me read that.”

Nikki took the letter and read it:

“You two must be fuming by now. But there is little I can do about DG. They have eyes and ears almost everywhere. It was my plan to get you two off my place ASAP because you two were being followed. Don't panic. You two will be okay as long as you don't make any effort to contact me or anyone else about this matter. I'll take the case but only I will get in touch with you. Since my place is probably under heavy watch by now, don't come here. I don't want any of you to risk yourselves.”

- Azrael

PS: I still attached the name and address of the friend I mentioned just in case you two are still pissed :p

Nikki crumpled the paper. Angry veins appeared on the side of her head. “That ... bastard ...”

Joanna chuckled. “That's the Azrael we know. Always willing to help despite the trouble.”

“Yeah.” Nikki said. “This time, the princess is you.”

Joanna turned red. “I ... we're ...”

“Haha. Got you! You still like him, don’t you?” she teased.

“I ... I don't know ...”

“What do you mean? You clearly still have feelings for him.”

“It is ... strange meeting him after two years.”

“Huh? Now you’ve lost me.”

“Nikki, did you know where he went after we broke up?”

Her friend shrugged. “I don't know. He only mentioned he went on a journey and stayed abroad for a year plus before he returned.”

“I see.”

“Why?”

“Do you feel ... safe, assured … when we met him?”

Nikki paused and gave a thought. “Now that you mention it, yeah. I do feel safe when he's around.”

“I felt an immense calmness in him.” Joanna held her hands on her chest. “Much more than before.”

“Jo, that's all fine and dandy but what do you make of this?”

Two uniformed policemen were blocking their path. One of them turned to Joanna. “Miss Joanna?”

“Yes?”

“Can you please come with us to the station?”

..................

3 hours later ...

Azrael was busy covering up his tracks online. He managed to get pass DG's security protocols and randomly grabbed several confidential files before it went into lockdown.

“As expected of a high profile company. Top class security there. I don't think I can use the same way anymore. Let's see ...”

He clicked open the folder titled 'FORMAT'. Then various error messages came out, flooding the screen.

“The hell? Trojans? Dammit!”

He quickly aborted the operation and quarantined the files. “Shit. Looks like I have to remove those first before I actually see the contents.”

Before he could figure out the next step, the phone rang. He picked it up.

“Azrael Detective Agency.”

“Hey Az. It's me.”

“Nikki? What's up? You sound nervous there.”

“Jo ... the police caught her! I ... don't know what to do ...”

“Easy, Nikki. Tell me where you are now.”

“I'm at the town's police HQ.”

“Alright. Wait there. I'm on my way.”

He changed into his biker suit and left his apartment. As he dashed towards his bike in the underground parking lot, he saw the same black car that was parked outside earlier. He wasn't able to see who were inside as the windows were heavily tinted. He ignored it, revved up his ride and burst into the street.

..................

Joanna was staring at two police officers who were questioning her.

“And the last time you met Mr. Taggart was two days ago?” one of them asked. He was middle-aged, his hair starting to show his age.

“Yes.” She answered. “We haven’t  talked to each other since then.”

“I see,” the other officer said. “I guess we can let her go, sir. Her alibi checks out.”

“Yes. Her wife said she's not the killer.”

Joanna blinked. “I'm sorry?”

“Mr. Taggart was killed last night and his wife saw the killer. It was a woman.”

“I ... I had no idea ...”

The elder officer turned to his colleague. “Escort her outside and have her sign the report. Looks like we have to look for another lead.”

“Yes, sir.”

..................

Azrael arrived in front of the police HQ. The black car he saw back then followed him all the way and was parked just outside the perimeter. He went inside to the reception area. He smiled when he saw a familiar face at the desk.

“Hello, Gladys.”

Gladys the receptionist looked up at him and smiled. She had black hair falling down nicely on her shoulders. Her eyes were sparkling and her face was almost wrinkle-free. Signs of someone who had little problems in life.

“Hello Azrael. What can I do for you?”

“I believe a woman by the name of Joanna and her friend Nikki were brought here.”

“Ah, yes. That beautiful young woman. She's with Tracer.”

“Uncle Tracer? I know where to go, then.”

Gladys handed him a temporary pass. Azrael took it and smiled. “That's all?”

“If you're asking me for a date, it's a no,” she said flatly.

“That hurts.”

“I'm married and I have kids to feed, detective. I can't believe you have the audacity to flirt with me despite that.”

Azrael managed a chuckle. “Next time, then. Later, Gladys.”

“Yeah, yeah. Be on your way and be quick about it.”

..................

Azrael went up to the eighth floor and went to the staff lounge. On the way, he passed by the waiting room and noticed Joanna and Nikki. He knocked once and entered.

Nikki was the first to react. “Az!”

“You two okay?” He looked at Joanna. She was shivering uncontrollably. He felt the urge to hold her but wasn't sure what reaction he would get.

Nikki managed a nod. “Yeah.”

Azrael turned to Joanna. “What did they ask you?”

“Questions about my whereabouts the night my ... client got killed.”

Before Azrael could ask more, Sherry entered the room. “I'm sorry to interrupt ... Azrael?”

He smiled at her. “Hello, Sherry.”

“Why are you here?” she asked as both Joanna and Nikki looked on.

“These two are my clients and I was told that they were brought here for questioning.”

“My husband ... was murdered last night.”

“Murdered? The plot thickens,” he mumbled.

“Mrs. Taggart. I'm Joanna and I was ...”

“I know who you are, Miss Joanna. And I believe you have nothing to do with it.”

“I'm ... sorry,” Joanna apologetically said.

“Why?”

“I must have caused a lot of pain to you.”

“Oh that? It's alright. I know my late husband was a skirt-chaser. Who wouldn't want to be near him? He's rich.”

“But I ...”

“Stop, Miss Joanna. I may be getting on, but I'm more open-minded than you think.”

“I should be leaving you ladies for a while.” Azrael interjected. “I'm going to ask the investigating officer about this. Be right back.”

“Hurry, Az. Being here makes me nervous,” Nikki said.

“Yeah. It will be a very short meeting.”

Azrael left the room. Sherry took a seat, smiling. “I have something to tell you, Miss Joanna. I hired Mr. Azrael to look up  my late husband's affairs and he came across your picture.”

“Wait, wait,” Nikki suddenly interrupted. “Az had been spying on my friend here? For you?”

Sherry gave a nod. “Yes. But don't think ill of him. He was just doing his work. And I must apologize for invading your privacy, Miss Joanna.”

Joanna was surprised by the revelation but quickly relaxed. “It is alright, Mrs. Taggart. I would do the same if I was in your place.”

“Oh hush. Call me Sherry.”

..................

Azrael arrived at the office door marked with the name D. Tracer. He knocked.

“Come in,” the voice inside said.

He opened the door to see David Tracer, veteran homicide detective and  a friend of his late father. Tracer and his father went way back since high school and they worked together in the police force as undercover cops, the latter resigning from the force over a major corruption case in which he failed to bring the main perpetrator to justice.

At 51, Tracer had  decent build and  can still teach the younger officers a thing or two through his experienced awareness and brilliant deduction skills. He smiled the moment he saw Azrael.

“Azrael. You're here. Is this a social visit or something? Please, take a seat.”

“Thanks, Uncle Tracer.” The young investigator sat on the chair in front of the desk.

“This is about Joanna, the woman you brought in,” he said before Tracer asked.

“Ahh. That young beauty. A friend?”

“Client,” he answered crisply.

Tracer paused, then managed a grin. “It's not nice to lie. Especially to an old man.”

“Tell me the story, Uncle.”

“Oh fine.” He threw a folder across the desk. Azrael opened it and went through pictures from the murder scene, Sherry and Joanna's statements and the autopsy report of the victim.

“Her alibi checks out,” Tracer said. “We don't have a lead to go on. And Taggart is ... was a major player in security software. His company MicroCore is in uproar and they demand justice. Feel sorry about the wife. At least she gets a lot from insurance.”

Azrael checked the time of the incident. It was several hours after he had given Sherry the ride home. “I see. I assume the murder scene is sealed off?”

“For now, yes. Access to the bungalow is restricted. But if you want to check it out, I'll pull some strings for you.”

“That would be good. Can I have a look at the body first?”

“Sure. I'll ask Matt to get ready for you.”

“Uncle Tracer, do you need my help for this case?”

“Since we don't have leads, sure kid. But try not to cross the line again. Next time will be my ass and I don't want to hasten my retirement.”

“Of course. I will inform you if I get anything and you can proceed from there.”

Tracer set aside the paperwork and looked at Azrael. “Now that I’ve helped you with all these, how about some scoop about that beauty?”

“She ... we ... used to be together,” the latter said, hesitantly. “But now she is nothing more than a client.”

Tracer was surprised, but then relaxed. He took a cigarette and lit it up. “I see. You seem to be holding up well. You're strong just like your old man.”

“Thanks, Uncle Tracer.”

“But don't let that get to your head. You still have ways to go.”

“I know. Catching up to my father is like trying to catch a shooting star. For now, I'm doing the best I can.”

“I'm sure you are, kid. Just remember to do something for yourself. Not for anyone else. Just you. I'm sure your old man would want that.”

Azrael rose from his chair, slightly bowing before the elderly man.

“I will, Uncle Tracer. I'll be going to the morgue then.”

“Don't stay there for too long. If you know what I mean.”

“Of course. Being with the dead is my least favorite moment as investigator.”

..................

Azrael returned to the room where Joanna, Sherry and Nikki were at.

“So how's it going, Az?” asked Nikki impatiently.

“Joanna's alibi checks out,” he replied. “There is nothing to worry about.”

The three women sighed in relief. “I know we're gonna be okay but this still creeps me out,” Nikki remarked.

Joanna stared at Azrael silently. Her gaze was caught by Sherry. She smiled.

“I'm still in the dark over all this,” the detective said, then turned to Joanna. “I need more information from you. But not now.”

“So, what’s the plan? For now, I mean,” Sherry said, flaunting her hair. “A friend will come by to pick me up soon. I'm staying at her place for a while.”

“You do that, Sherry,” Azrael said. “As for you two ...”

“I'll stay with Jo!” Nikki said before he could finish. Joanna chuckled.

He sighed. “Right. Lay low for a while.”

“Will do!” Nikki replied cheerfully.

Then he turned to Sherry. “Sherry, did your husband have someone he could trust at MicroCore? I need to investigate from that angle as well.”

“Hmm. Yes, he did have someone there. His name is Carter. Malcolm Carter. Just tell him I sent you.”

“Alright. That will do. Thanks. I'll do the investigating while you ladies lay low.”

“Hey Az,who's gonna send us home?” Nikki asked.

“I'll ask someone from the force to escort you home.”

“Umm, Azrael ...” Joanna's soft voice mumbled.

“Yes?”

They looked at each other. An uneasy silence filled the room. Joanna found herself wanting him. She missed the times being in his arms. The moments they shared together. Talking with him without being affectionate is painful enough. She forced a smile.

“Thank you ...”

Azrael blinked then smiled. “Just doing my job. Let's go ladies. We don't want to be here a second longer, right?”

..................

DG CEO Suite

The top man of the company was looking outside, staring at the cloud. He was only referred to as 'that man' and various other titles. Never was he called by his real name. No one dared to say his name, even in his absence. There was an urban legend  that whoever should say his name will meet  certain death. Some say it was just a myth, yet they never try saying that name. As to his origins, no one knows where he came from or when he was born. He disappeared and reappeared in different time periods.

The door opened and a person of some importance bowed.

“Sir.”

“What is it?”

“We had a security breach at one of our ... private servers.”

He continued to stare outside, without any reaction.

“I see. Is there anything lost?”

“Yes, sir. The files in directory ‘FORMAT’ are gone.”

“I see. Did we manage to trace the source of the intrusion?”

“No, sir. This one got the better of our security system and didn't leave any trace.”

“I see. Let it be. Tell your department to proceed with the next stage.”

“Sir, it contains that program. And it is the most important one at that.”

“We still have the beta of that program, correct? Use that as the basis. Besides, the program isn't fully tested. So our little thief unwillingly became the guinea pig for it. Let him have his fun ... and agony.”

“Sir!”

With that, he bowed and left the room. The CEO stood up, showing a cruel smile.

“Let me see how you deal with the Goddess of Death.”

..................