Wanted Here – Ch.3 | KT OLLA

THE psychomicide case had been on for 2 years. Pendulum Legal Bros was the chambers prosecuting Cannon University.

Headquartered in the coastal city of Havana in Cuba, the legal team ran its operations across Cuba, Jamaica and Mexico.

Pendulum was known to thrive in big scandals and controversial issues involving governments and people. Then the daredevil always played its mind game siding people.

It was known to go after the untouchables in politics and business, drawing public support for its cause.

It often got judges to charge the culprit with a crippling sum and was paid 60 per cent of the fine.

So, the firm had sued Cannon on behalf of a client for a strange crime they termed psychomicide.

When Pendulum Bros filed the lawsuit 2 years earlier, the defendant had braced itself for mind war.

Cannon University was known to have groomed the best brains, coming from the Caribbean, in many fields of inventory science and pure reason.

It admitted only prodigies as its students based on aptitude tests in calculus or logic, the set of theories behind math and philosophy.

So, when Cannon University ran a background check on Pendulum, it found its board to belong to a top-rated alumni class.

Then it ditched the school’s legal crew for this case that had begun to loom large. As it named some distinguished professors from its law faculty as its defense team.

It was the first blow that landed on the firm in the public match. Yet Cannon wasn’t throwing punches yet.

Pendulum had sounded a cry at once, calling the move a psychomicide repeat...

As those barristers had even taught the most senior of their chamber lawyers.

That was the first use of their term psychomicide. And they linked the act to the case at hand.

The outcry was loud 2 years back. It called the attention of lay folks across the Antilles to see a brawl start among the gents in wig. 

But the case wasn’t about the feud between generations of lawyers.

Still when common talk blew hot and the hearings went on to focus, it had sustained psychomicide for the real case.

For the case was about two great minds mad in love with books and married to each other.

It was Carl and June Martinez. They’d known psychomicide enough to scream it.

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Marcuz finished at the coffee place now and headed to pick his bicycle nearby. He’d left it at his department’s rooftop while he was leaving for the trip.

He’d studied on scholarship through school and wasn’t quite well-off financially. So he always parked his precious bike anywhere other than the stand at basements.

He’d go for storage drums, tall hedges, and dark lots. He’d throw his little ride among disguises and hide it there away from eyes.

This time he chose the open lot on top of the Pure Chemistry building.

Its circuit had been broken for a few days, so he tossed it under a broad sheet of canvas sheltering broken equipment. And then he had roamed, and was back.

Now Marcuz climbed the lonely stairs leading up. And though the stairs always looked deserted at this time, he hadn’t felt so alone climbing them.

But then again, he heard someone’s voice.

“What are you to go up against Cannon? What do you think you are?”

Marcuz halted and ducked at once. He was in the middle of the final stairs, so he bowed quite low there.

Then as he ducked, a glint of silver flashed past his eyes.

The boy looked up to see his clean steel ride already pulled across the way as barricade.

He saw a hulk of a man standing at the landing above. But the man was backing the stairs and didn’t see him.

That moment the young one knew he must stay still, or he’d be caught.

Then he heard the voice again. And he could tell it was one don upstairs calling the shot.

“Hey, look a’ me!” snapped the speaker. “You clearly ain’t the first but I make you be the last fool on this campus, man!

“Tell them you met the evil genius who refutes even the first law of matter!

“Tell them when I’m done wi’ you that your don at Cannon says, ‘Matter is destroyed!’

“What nerve? What gut? What effrontery?!”

Marcuz crouched lower right then. He dreaded what the bold stance could mean.

This was Cannon’s pure chemistry department. Then this man was restating atomic laws to parallel molecular breakdown and radioactive process…

Especially the radioactive rule of nuclear explosion.

He was simply hinting the monstrous crimes of chemical warfare. Like vaporizing bodies and leaving no trace.

No, Marcuz hadn’t ever seen a man boast about wiping someone else’s trace from earth.

He wished he could run, but he’d make a sound. And that gladiator up there could finish him in one stride.

 He cried…

God, why did I come back here? Why did I wake today?

Why did I ever come to Cannon?

That was him being him after all.