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[That made Apollo tense slightly. That guy talked to Clay. That guy who was responsible for...or could be responsible for his murder.]
Clay...on that day in the Space center, that detective was the culprit. No, to be more exact, the culprit was someone that had been impersonating the detective for a year.
Yea. He's an international spy who is capable of disguising himself as someone else. He's able mimic their voices and mannerism almost perfectly. We just call him "the Phantom".
He was disguising himself as Detective Fullbright, so that he could get close to Prosecutor Blackquill. He had incriminating evidence that could reveal his identity, so he had to find some way to retrieve it from the Prosecutor. In truth, the real Detective Fulbright had been dead one year before.
Of course I do. But I didn't know the real story behind it until Mr. Cosmos explained it to me when he told me about the bomb threat. I don't know if he told me all the details but he did suspect that the Phantom was behind both.
Well, he was...and while he was in the middle of sabotaging the rocket, he also went after Metis Cykes, Athena's mother. She was helping Prosecutor Blackquill track him down by making a psych profile from a small clip of the Phantom's voice. Obviously he saw her as a threat that needed to be removed. He didn't account for Athena being there though and he was stabbed in the hand. He spilled blood on a piece of moon rock sample and he tried to get rid of the evidence himself.
The "Hope" Capsule you had with you that came back a few days before your launch, it had the same moon rock sample inside it. That's why....that was why he came after you.
When I talked to him he told me he didn't know who I was. He didn't even know who Prosecutor Blackquill was. He said the last thing he remembered was dying and it was still April in 2026. It matches when the real Bobby Fulbright died.
[He subconsciously touches his bracelet.] I couldn't get a read off the Detective at all, about whether he was lying or actually telling the truth.
I don't know how much it actually means when I could barely make him out behind a helmet in the dark but during my encounter with the Detective here I felt as if there was a huge knot in my stomach. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't relax.
Unfortunately. Not unless you know someone who can read emotions. That was how we caught him before. As energetic as he seems to be, he doesn't actually feel anything. If Athena was here, she could probably confirm who he is.
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...A gut feeling isn't going be the decisive proof we need, but if you felt uneasy around the detective, eventhough you never saw the culprit...we can't ignore your testimony either.
[Apollo's starting to believe this might just be the Phantom, just from what Clay is telling him about how he felt around the Detective. He had no prior knowledge of who Fulbright could be until now after all and has never even seen the man. That's enough for him to believe there's a high chance this was the Phantom they're dealing with. Unfortunately, as he said, this isn't enough to go by if he said this to anyone else. He leans against a nearby wall]
Was there anything else that felt odd to you? What did you guys talk about?
... Nothing that can possibly be used for proof I don't think. He asked where he was and whether it was the afterlife. Then... then after introductions he asked if I was from GYAXA...
[ He falls silent after that as he recalls what was said after. The whole thing was unnerving but everything from that point on just felt really wrong and it hurt. How does he even word it to Apollo? He wants to tell him - he doesn't want to keep any details away - but it's hard to bring himself up to even say anything he comes up with.
He- [He congratulated Clay!? If that didn't stink of obvious mocking, he didn't know what. All right, maybe Realbright wouldn't really know, but his mind was being irrational right now.]
...Why did he even feel the need to ask if you were from GYAXA? The two of you supposedly only just met, why would that particular detail matter in this city? And then he had the nerve to say that to you? [He's speaking through gritted teeth.]
I'm...I'm going to find evidence to prove that he's the Phantom. No matter what. He can't be the real Fulbright.
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Clay...on that day in the Space center, that detective was the culprit. No, to be more exact, the culprit was someone that had been impersonating the detective for a year.
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He... impersonated the detective?
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He was disguising himself as Detective Fullbright, so that he could get close to Prosecutor Blackquill. He had incriminating evidence that could reveal his identity, so he had to find some way to retrieve it from the Prosecutor. In truth, the real Detective Fulbright had been dead one year before.
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[ And... you know. That. ]
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The "Hope" Capsule you had with you that came back a few days before your launch, it had the same moon rock sample inside it. That's why....that was why he came after you.
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[ He trails off as he's more musing to himself that talking to Apollo. He's back to the current situation when he speaks again. ]
So the detective that's here in the city...
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When I talked to him he told me he didn't know who I was. He didn't even know who Prosecutor Blackquill was. He said the last thing he remembered was dying and it was still April in 2026. It matches when the real Bobby Fulbright died.
[He subconsciously touches his bracelet.] I couldn't get a read off the Detective at all, about whether he was lying or actually telling the truth.
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[ ... ]
I don't know how much it actually means when I could barely make him out behind a helmet in the dark but during my encounter with the Detective here I felt as if there was a huge knot in my stomach. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't relax.
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...A gut feeling isn't going be the decisive proof we need, but if you felt uneasy around the detective, eventhough you never saw the culprit...we can't ignore your testimony either.
[Apollo's starting to believe this might just be the Phantom, just from what Clay is telling him about how he felt around the Detective. He had no prior knowledge of who Fulbright could be until now after all and has never even seen the man. That's enough for him to believe there's a high chance this was the Phantom they're dealing with. Unfortunately, as he said, this isn't enough to go by if he said this to anyone else. He leans against a nearby wall]
Was there anything else that felt odd to you? What did you guys talk about?
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[ He falls silent after that as he recalls what was said after. The whole thing was unnerving but everything from that point on just felt really wrong and it hurt. How does he even word it to Apollo? He wants to tell him - he doesn't want to keep any details away - but it's hard to bring himself up to even say anything he comes up with.
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... He congratulated me.
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...Why did he even feel the need to ask if you were from GYAXA? The two of you supposedly only just met, why would that particular detail matter in this city? And then he had the nerve to say that to you? [He's speaking through gritted teeth.]
I'm...I'm going to find evidence to prove that he's the Phantom. No matter what. He can't be the real Fulbright.
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[ Not that saying that is going to change anything now is it. ]
And how are you going to do that? You've said yourself that you can't find out unless without someone who can read emotions.
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I don't know how, but I'll think of something! [He was letting his anger get the best of him right now. He'll realize this momentarily]
I'll...I'll be fine! I'll just talk to Mr. Wright about this tomorrow.
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In the end he just sighs before replacing the frown with a small smile. ]
Okay. But be careful, Apollo. Don't do anything reckless.