The Guard and His Twin

The Guard and His Twin The Guard and His Twin

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Genre: Mystery and Crime

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Status: Finished

Genre: Mystery and Crime

Summary

Elliott Thomas Whiffleplume is a restless security guard working at the corporate headquarters of Cobblehaus Train & Drain Company. Due to an accident, Elliott had to give up his job as a police officer. He had settled for a job as a security guard and always felt he was missing all the action by not dealing with criminals wandering the streets. One day, he came across a mysterious character who gave him a chance to take on a role that he had dreamt of and the town was never the same since then. Neither was Elliott's life once he had caught up to who the shadowy killer was and left with only two options to avoid being killed.

Summary

Elliott Thomas Whiffleplume is a restless security guard working at the corporate headquarters of Cobblehaus Train & Drain Company. Due to an accident, Elliott had to give up his job as a police officer. He had settled for a job as a security guard and always felt he was missing all the action by not dealing with criminals wandering the streets.

One day, he came across a mysterious character who gave him a chance to take on a role that he had dreamt of and the town was never the same since then. Neither was Elliott's life once he had caught up to who the shadowy killer was and left with only two options to avoid being killed.

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Elliott Thomas Whiffleplume is a restless security guard working at the corporate headquarters of Cobblehaus Train & Drain Company. Due to an accident, Elliott had to give up his job as a police officer. He had settled for a job as a security guard and always felt he was missing all the action by not dealing with criminals wandering the streets. One day, he came across a mysterious character who gave him a chance to take on a role that he had dreamt of and the town was never the same since then. Neither was Elliott's life once he had caught up to who the shadowy killer was and left with only two options to avoid being killed.

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The Guard and His Twin


Chapter 1
An Interesting Day at Work

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It is another day here in the small town of Balarkton with a population of about ten thousand and gradually still growing. As I clean myself up for the morning before going into work, I had received a call from my co-worker, Kip. His car would not work and he needed a ride. It was not any trouble at all since he lives a few blocks North of me.

We are both security guards at the headquarters of Cobblehaus Train & Drain Company. They are manufacturers of model trains and also supply drain supplies to businesses. Kip has been working for them since he was 20 and he will be turning 40 in a few months. I had only been there for a few years. It was the next best job for me after the accident that got the best of my leg one day chasing down a robber. I did not want to give up my badge as a police officer, but there were very few options.

It is not as exciting as a job, but it is a decent one in a quiet town. The company had been around since 1864 and is approaching their 70th birthday next year. It is one of the pride and joy of the town since they have offered steady jobs for a good fraction of the town.

"Good morning to you, Elliott."

"Morning, Kip. Hop in. Ready for work?"

"Yes. Ready as I can be. Another day at Cobblehaus."

"You ever get bored patrolling the quiet halls of the office building, Kip?"

"Well it is not the most exciting job. I like it quiet. It is a steady job with decent pay and good benefits. Nobody to always watch over your shoulders or tell you what to do all the time. You do not have to be in a hurry unless there is something wrong and everyone that works here is friendly. It keeps a roof over my head and food on the table. What more could I ask for?"

"Nothing to complain about if you look at it that way."

"I know you want a bit more excitement. You want to hunt down the criminals and lock them up."

"Yes. You know me well enough. I hate the thieves that rob without a conscience and murderers on the loose to cause harm and bring fear to others."

"We are not always able to be there for everyone. Look at it this way, we keep this place free of injustice. When ever someone yells for help, we will be running to their rescue. We had our share of chasing the mice before."

"Yes, we sure did. Makes me feel good that we can do something to protect the public."

"Well you have done your part and will continue to do so. Do not feel as if you are missing out on anything. I am sure there are others on the force that will take their jobs seriously and do justice for this area."

"Yes, I suppose. Here we are again. Ready to clock in and patrol the eight floors?"

"Yes, I am. This time you are patrolling the factory first."

"No problem, Kip. I will head over there to meet the other fellows."

The headquarters is composed of the office building and the factory on the same property. A few others, Kip and I do the patrolling through out the day. Kip and I would take turns on who patrols the factory first since it can be a maze to walk around the many workers, equipment and confusing hall ways. It is also more noisy too which makes it more difficult to detect if anything is out of place.

We do not usually get to read the morning papers till lunch time and our breaks in between the day. Even though the news or topics are not on the front page, I could not help to see the injustice that happens everyday. The robberies, the random acts of aggression on the streets, the suicides, homicides, accidents and affairs that happen all too often are senseless. Sometimes I wish that I could do something about the matter.

A few hours has passed and my stomach was grumbling. It is definitely time for lunch with Kip.

"Anything exciting during your stroll today, Elliott?"

"No. How about you?"

"You could hear a pin drop in the office building. It is a wonderful sound."

"Sigh. Another robbery yesterday."

"It is not the best of times, Elliott. We are lucky to keep our jobs. I agree it is not the best way to survive, but that is what people feel they have to resort to when they have very little means to stay alive."

"The mayor should implement more programs to help the poor."

"It is easier said than done. You know very well that if the program does not help the town save money or gain profit then they are less likely to get involved. These politicians always spend our tax dollars in the wrong departments and then they tell us they are in debt."

"They let the robbers go after a few years behind bars. What good is that?"

"I understand. Not all of them come out to be a better person. Do not dwell on this too much, Elliott. Enjoy your lunch and relax."

Sometimes I wish that I could follow these criminals and throw them behind bars for good. It would make this town safer to live in. I do not see any reason why a few bad apples should have so many people live in fear and worry about everything they do on a daily basis.

After lunch, I had made my way from the first to the eighth floor of the building. I was patrolling as I usually do and did not see anything unusual. Although I did meet a new security guard. He had hair white as snow, but his face was ageless. There was a sparkle in his eyes and has a deep, but comforting voice. He said it was his first day there and we had a casual conversation. Our surnames are printed on the name tags.

"Hello, Mr. Whiffleplume."

"Hello. You can call me Elliott. You are Mr. Dremaker."

"Yes. I have heard you used to be a police officer."

"Yes, I was."

"You seem a bit restless compared to the other guards. Not as relaxed for some reason."

"You have a good eye. I do not feel that I am doing justice working here. It would be great if I could arrest the criminals on the streets and bring justice to this town."

"Do you think that it would actually be better if you could put an end to these scoundrels?"

"Yes, I would. The streets would be more safe with less criminals running loose. I wish that I could have the final say on these people without a conscience."

"You would do things differently if you were the judge?"

"Yes."

"I have a medallion you can wear. As long as you have it on you, anyone you see that you think deserves a stiff sentence will be taken care of. Be careful what you wish for, Elliott."

The medallion was about three inches in circumference and had an interesting design and symbols on it. In the center was a small, square gem that is most likely an Amethyst with a deep purple on top and a light white underneath. The silver necklace has a twisted rope design that is thick enough to hold the weight of the medallion well, but not too thick that it would stand out if I had it under my shirt.

After looking at it, I was about to ask him more about the medallion. Unfortunately, he was not any where in sight. I had walked every where and asked the others if they had seen this man, but nobody saw him. Kip had even asked the office managers if they had hired a new guard and there was not any record of such.

Kip had a baffled expression and asked me if I was sure that I saw this man. I had told him that I did or I would not have the medallion.

"I will not be able to use my car for a week. Could you give me a ride to and from work for a few days, Elliott?"

"Yes. I would be glad to help you out, Kip."

"Great. Thanks a lot, buddy. I will buy you a few drinks after work."

"Sounds good to me. I look forward to it."

Then we had parted ways and went on to patrol the rest of the building until it was time to clock out for the day. The whole time, I could not help to think about the stranger and what the medallion could do. I wonder if I can meet him again.


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