...April 9th...2014...

..Baton Rouge...8:48 PM...

"Hours ago we lost a man," The man on the television screen said. "A man who helped cases start up from the deceased. This man was John Wilson. He served The Baton Rouge Police Department for twenty-three years and not once did he fail to call up a co-worker when they told him earlier that day they were feeling sad and he would proceed to tell them enlightening stories."

I put on black boots matching my shirt and pants.

The news station is re-airing the news segment.

I turn the TV off using the remote.

John had fatally lost his life igniting the fake body. I had landed outside of the room right in the hallway hurt but otherwise fine. I can still remember the morgue lingering in unsettled dust, fallen walls, and a scene more commonly compared to a horror movie scene. Typical earthly related body's do not make a explosion shortly after being lighted up.

But how did Emily go from being taken to into a suit? A suit that acted invisible to bullets firing right at it. A suit she used to kill people all over the world. A suit she fought in against me. She had been so persistent even after crashing into a lousy business building through the glass and a hard tumble landing on the floor. She stopped being so persistent facing towards me—after knocking my helmet off—and refused to hurt me with what remained of my weapon. I had some rather underground contacts figure what the cord's purpose had been for and so far; they did not know. I got a reply they might get answers if they had the actual suit in possession.

I know Emily is probably not dealing with business at this late of night.

Knowing her; she is likely planning how to take care of business.

I want answers such as; who made a fake version of Emily?,why go beyond to make the fake seem so real and genuine that it would later be killed off?, why make a fake of Emily?, and when did this switch happen? So many questions needed to be answered. Emily mentioned the 'Wayland-Yutani' company over the phone saying it needed to be dealt with. Perhaps they have a part in the switch. I knew the way to this building.

A couple times prior to the appearance of a person in a futuristic themed suit appearing around I made some visits to the place just to see what Emily worked in. I have a backpack full of disguised explosives not able to be seen by the human eye. My underground assets made these two months ago for a much different and dark purpose. But what purpose it was for is rather rich in causalities that could have been; what could have been as in that idea was discarded. I managed to move on with a little help.

Normally I would know why I stick around in a city set in a far considered 'melting pot' to a realm; but I do not know why this time. Cindy, one of those underground assets, once suggested 'Maybe you are grieving or missing some one'. Perhaps she might be right on the last part. I can't get to the lower section of the HQ for the time being but it is best to assume she may be coming tomorrow sometime in the afternoon.

Well Emily doesn't always expect the unexpected so there is a good possibility I may need to be there. Under the desks I slip in the boxes shortly after setting the detonating time. They are set to go off in April 11th,2014 at 6:49 AM if Emily—whatever powers she has—doesn't get busy finished by. I also put a row of yard trolls across the front door set, put a toy bunny on the seat behind the counter—where the receptionist normally gets who ever comes in—,dip the temperature down into freezing,dump water on the rugs to several offices then help the water freeze a little faster but not that much, and then painted whoopy cushions the same color as the chairs. All of which done while the cameras were off. I decided not to do the same in 'Mr Jrones' office.

I walk out with a empty backpack whistling.

They are going to be in for a mess.