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slowly to
face his partner. “I do not know. Did it feel like… like…” Dmitri
grasped for words in English to describe the sensation.
“ Almost like a breeze
passing through my spacesuit from behind.” Garrison turned around,
almost expecting to find the source of the mysterious sensation,
but all he saw was the massive SAR building on the east end of the
crater. No wind. Nothing out of place.
“ Yes,” panted Dmitri. “I
feel same thing too, but it went as quick as it came.”
Garrison had a bad feeling
about what had just happened. He couldn’t explain why, but the
concern gave him the sensation of goose bumps on his arms, and a
tingling of hair on his neck. He knew that it wasn’t just his
imagination, since Boronov also felt it. Worse still for O’Ryan was
the fact that his companion didn’t seem to recollect ever observing
the sensation before. Silence fell over the pair, as they grasped
to make sense of the matter. A breeze? Inside their space suits?
Impossible!
Chapter
5
Walking confidently toward
the jury, the District Attorney began wrapping up the case from his
perspective. “Ladies and gentlemen, first let me thank you for the
full attention that you’ve given this case over the last couple of
weeks. I know that each of you have very busy lives, and I
appreciate the devotion and service you have given to see that
justice is served.
“ What we have before us is
a classic case of a crime of passion… a very serious, violent crime
of passion. It is a case where the defendant seated over there”—the
attorney whirled around and pointed a long index finger at the
suspect, who did not flinch at the attention, but who inwardly did
despise the man standing before him, trying his best to wrongly
ruin his life—“lost better judgment to greed. It is a case where
money, in all of its ugliness, cost the lives of two hard-working
individuals, murdered in cold blood. Oh, how vain and senseless is
the almighty dollar at ruining the lives of people who should know
better.
“ This
man, Paol Joonter, a high-flying executive, flew from his home in
Seattle, Washington to Atlanta, Georgia, in order to prevent
further risk to a failed business deal. He arrived on March
27 th of this year, in order to mitigate the loss of vast corporate
wealth, which he, in part is responsible for losing. When he could
not succeed in his task, we have shown the unfortunate sequence of
events which ensued.
“ We have
shown through documents and eyewitness that Mr. Joonter purchased a
.38 caliber pistol at a local gun dealer on March
28 th .
We have shown surveillance video of his late-night entry into the
office of Mr. Rawson Becker on the evening of the
28 th .
We have provided a chilling recorded audio of the exchange of
words—and bullets—which experts have matched to the mouth and gun
of the defendant. We have given forensic evidence of fingerprints
matching those of Mr. Joonter so clearly that Detective Johnson of
the FBI was quoted in the courtroom as saying, ‘Those prints leapt
right off the gun.’ There is motive, there is clear, irrefutable
evidence, and there is a man who must be punished for his crimes.
Paol Joonter is clearly responsible for the cold-blooded murder of
Mr. Becker and his assistant, Ms. Shannyl Cox. I’m confident that
you will see justice done in this case. Thank you for your
time.”
As confidently as he
approached the jury, he returned to his table convinced of victory
in this case. His opponent exchanged some hushed words with his
client before proceeding with his closing remarks. While he was one
of the most renowned defense attorneys of his day, he couldn’t help
feeling that the odds were stacked against him. What made him such
an excellent lawyer was his ability to remain composed, and to
observe and utilize any holes in prosecution's defense. As a
result, he did not give the impression that he was on the losing
side of the case.
Chapter
6
On his second day of
Zimmer’s
face his partner. “I do not know. Did it feel like… like…” Dmitri
grasped for words in English to describe the sensation.
“ Almost like a breeze
passing through my spacesuit from behind.” Garrison turned around,
almost expecting to find the source of the mysterious sensation,
but all he saw was the massive SAR building on the east end of the
crater. No wind. Nothing out of place.
“ Yes,” panted Dmitri. “I
feel same thing too, but it went as quick as it came.”
Garrison had a bad feeling
about what had just happened. He couldn’t explain why, but the
concern gave him the sensation of goose bumps on his arms, and a
tingling of hair on his neck. He knew that it wasn’t just his
imagination, since Boronov also felt it. Worse still for O’Ryan was
the fact that his companion didn’t seem to recollect ever observing
the sensation before. Silence fell over the pair, as they grasped
to make sense of the matter. A breeze? Inside their space suits?
Impossible!
Chapter
5
Walking confidently toward
the jury, the District Attorney began wrapping up the case from his
perspective. “Ladies and gentlemen, first let me thank you for the
full attention that you’ve given this case over the last couple of
weeks. I know that each of you have very busy lives, and I
appreciate the devotion and service you have given to see that
justice is served.
“ What we have before us is
a classic case of a crime of passion… a very serious, violent crime
of passion. It is a case where the defendant seated over there”—the
attorney whirled around and pointed a long index finger at the
suspect, who did not flinch at the attention, but who inwardly did
despise the man standing before him, trying his best to wrongly
ruin his life—“lost better judgment to greed. It is a case where
money, in all of its ugliness, cost the lives of two hard-working
individuals, murdered in cold blood. Oh, how vain and senseless is
the almighty dollar at ruining the lives of people who should know
better.
“ This
man, Paol Joonter, a high-flying executive, flew from his home in
Seattle, Washington to Atlanta, Georgia, in order to prevent
further risk to a failed business deal. He arrived on March
27 th of this year, in order to mitigate the loss of vast corporate
wealth, which he, in part is responsible for losing. When he could
not succeed in his task, we have shown the unfortunate sequence of
events which ensued.
“ We have
shown through documents and eyewitness that Mr. Joonter purchased a
.38 caliber pistol at a local gun dealer on March
28 th .
We have shown surveillance video of his late-night entry into the
office of Mr. Rawson Becker on the evening of the
28 th .
We have provided a chilling recorded audio of the exchange of
words—and bullets—which experts have matched to the mouth and gun
of the defendant. We have given forensic evidence of fingerprints
matching those of Mr. Joonter so clearly that Detective Johnson of
the FBI was quoted in the courtroom as saying, ‘Those prints leapt
right off the gun.’ There is motive, there is clear, irrefutable
evidence, and there is a man who must be punished for his crimes.
Paol Joonter is clearly responsible for the cold-blooded murder of
Mr. Becker and his assistant, Ms. Shannyl Cox. I’m confident that
you will see justice done in this case. Thank you for your
time.”
As confidently as he
approached the jury, he returned to his table convinced of victory
in this case. His opponent exchanged some hushed words with his
client before proceeding with his closing remarks. While he was one
of the most renowned defense attorneys of his day, he couldn’t help
feeling that the odds were stacked against him. What made him such
an excellent lawyer was his ability to remain composed, and to
observe and utilize any holes in prosecution's defense. As a
result, he did not give the impression that he was on the losing
side of the case.
Chapter
6
On his second day of
Zimmer’s
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