“Unlock it” he instructed.“At once, Master.”[Notice: CopyCat Level 1 Unlocked!][Notice: CopyCat Active. Select Target: Full Name]“CopyCat has three requirements for the target user to copy off: 1. You must know their Legal Full Name. 2. You must know what they look like and picture it. 3. You must have spent a minimum of 7 hours with the target.” stated PAYTON. [Notice: CopyCat Active, Select Target. Full Name.]“Full Name: Amber Stone” replied Benjamin, and a picture of Amber popped up on the system screen. [Notice: Target Acquired. Amber Stone. Copy Trait?”]“Some traits are more restricted in copying than others. Currently, only non-verbal traits are available” replied PAYTON. Non-verbal traits imply the existence of verbal traits, thought Benjamin. That means that at some point, I may be able to copy the voices. Is that truly possible?“Copy Trait: HandWriting” replied Benjamin.[Notice: HandWriting. Copied.]At first, nothing seemed to have changed, but Benjamin, so
“Hey, what are you guys doing here?!” boomed a voice Benjamin didn’t recognize. A young male, looking to be not about 3 or 4 years older than Benjamin, stepped into the office. He looked at Benjamin, and went: “What are you doing here? This is a crime scene!” And then turned back to the officers. “Can someone explain to me what a civilian is doing here? Have you all lost your minds?!!”Although he was barking at the officers, the man was wearing plain clothes rather than a standard navy blue police uniform.“He was looking for his phone, Sir” answered the tall officer. The man looked like he was talking to a mental patient. He turned to the rest. “You all came here” he started “ together. To - follow - a-c civilian- all- the -way -to - a crime- scene, and let me guess this right because I think I might’ve hit my head a little too hard on the way here because he lost his phone?” he enunciated.The officers looked at themselves and nodded carefreely. “That’s correct, Sir.” They repl
“I said arrest him, you dumbfuck!”“I don’t appreciate your tone, Captain. Are all captains in the force as loose-mannered as you?” asked Benjamin, with authority.“Harris!” repeated the Captain, ignoring Benjamin. “I’ll have your badge for this!”“Mr Harris isn’t going to listen to you, Captain. And neither are those two over there” said Benjamin. The Captain looked behind him to both officers, their expressions still neutral from the effects of [Bow Down To Me].“What the fuck?” he muttered.“If you’re done gawking, I have a few questions to ask, if you don’t mind,” said Benjamin. The Captain recovered from his shellshock after a couple of seconds and grabbed the handcuffs from Harris.“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Warned Benjamin.The Captain scoffed but grinned. “What? You think you could actually take me in a fight?” he asked. He had absolutely no idea.“Yes” smiled Benjamin “but that is only my last resort.” He said, pulling out the card from his pocket. “Do we have a pro
“What?”“Are you deaf? I’m asking if what you just told us is the truth?”“Benjamin!” cried Amber. “What the fuck?”“She’s lying,” Benjamin told Amber. “Aren’t you, Ms Nicole?” Benjamin turned to her.Nicole’s voice returned and took on a more pathetic setting. “I’m - I’m not sure what you’re talking about.” She replied.“Another lie yet again,” said Benjamin, using [Appraisal]. A scattered bunch of people had turned their heads to listen to the conversation. “I think you should excuse me” replied Nicole, withdrawing from the scene.“I don’t think so, Ms Nicole.” Started Benjamin. “You agreed to tell us the location of the hospital they were keeping Kirkland at, didn’t you? I suggest you honour that promise with a truthful answer.”Amber was intrigued with the development and only watched.“There is no agreement between you and I. I made the mistake of even thinking to help any of you out. Good Day” said Nicole.“I wonder how long you thought about it,” said Benjamin.“Excuse Me?”“
Simon Black shamefully knocked on the entrance to the Black Manor. It had been over a week since the entire fiasco with Benjamin at the Auctions, and the eventual sale of the Obsidian towers to him. Simon had, instead of returning home for the past couple of days, locked himself miserably in the Millennium Hotel Downtown, trying to drink away the feeling of utter uselessness and incompetence, but more importantly, trying to comprehend how in high heavens had the Son of a Pauper, that Benjamin Black, how had he risen to such heights? He woke up the next day still drunk, still in possession of the deed of sale that had been transferred over to Ivy Corporations, which was apparently that Pauper's new company. So, it definitely wasn't a a dream or some wicked nightmare. The pauper had come into some serious money! In the second day, no sleep came into Simon Black's eyes. Imagining the possible repercussions, imagining the humiliation. The drinks kept piling up, and the hotel dispensed
“What the fuck is wrong with you people?!! Are hotels supposed to reveal sensitive information like that to the general public? What if someone was trying to kill me?!”“I didn’t - I wasn’t the one on the phone, Mr-“ she stuttered.“Then get me who did! I swear, everyone is going to pay. I’ll shut down the Millennium Hotel myself! Today!”The woman continued to shiver. She had been pushing a small trolley when Simon had approached her in the hallway, laden with bottles of expensive wine and spirits. Her fists shook with the handle, destabilizing the entire trolley.“Did you hear what I just said?” repeated Benjamin.“I’m - I’m on my shift, Mr Black.“ The woman had retreated shut. Simon swiped several of the bottles atop the cart, sending them crashing onto the rugs. A few of them broke.“Consider your shift over. Now take me to the manager.” Simon trailed behind her as she dragged the trolley into the elevator, and punched a button for the ground floor. He massaged hisn head on the wa
Before he had a chance for another thought, they blocked his path.“What the fuck is this?” asked Simon loudly, looking carefully at three of them. It was then he recognized the one in the middle. He was a usual guard and envoy for the Black family! “Mr Simon” started the manager from behind. Simon turned to look at him. “I think you should at least listen to what I have to say.” He continued. Simon ignored him once more and turned to the family guars.“Why are you here?” he asked the guard most familiar to him. “Didn’t I leave you back at the house after we finished the auctions? Were you having me followed?” he asked them. Not a single response. That seemed to be it, then.“On whose orders, were you having me followed?” bellowed Benjamin, but he had a sneaking suspicion as to the identity behind the operation. She has been busy, thought Benjamin, referring to Mrs Black.“Answer Me!” he barked again.“Mr Simon” started the Manager again, creeping behind Simon. “You must forgive
“Mr Simon, may I ask when you are planning on filing the lawsuit? It would make my report look a whole lot neater.” Asked the manager, grinning. This bastard! thought Simon. It was obvious there would be no way for Simon to sue the hotel since he would be suing his family’s company! The Blacks were a major stakeholder, after all.This manager was just a little bit too smug. “You son of a bitch” gnarled Simon.“Now, now, Mr Simon. There is no need for that kind of language" the manager said, approaching. “You caused quite the stir there, I just want to make sure that we are satisfying your wants,” he said, sardonically. “You think I can’t come after you because you work for my mother?” asked Simon, bluffing.“Not at all Mr Simon, I am only interested in your well-being” said the manager, with a tone that was difficult to decipher. “Allow me to say this, on behalf of the hotel Millenium, Mr Simon, I take all the responsibility and apologize for the way you have been treated until now.”