I12DT: Crazy at the Gates

[Narrator]

The old homeless guy Jack had apparently decided to beg in front of the gate of the Braddock Estate. He was sitting on the ground with a sign that said "NOTHING HELPS" muttering to himself.

[Calvin Strong]

Cal stopped on his way back into the gate, this week's shipment of broken stuff he could fix up in a duffel bag over his shoulder. "...That can't be a good panhandling slogan."

[Narrator]

"True though," Jack says, "Nothin' helps. They've got eyes all over the city and you all didn't even notice."

Jack chuckles to himself.

[Calvin Strong]

"Are you kidding me? There are eyes everywhere."

[Narrator]

"Don't be an idiot, boy. You're smarter than that. There are two kinds of eyes," Jack says, "You ever follow an ice cream truck? Where do you think it goes?"

[Calvin Strong]

"That depends on what they're dosing the ice cream with," Cal answered without missing a beat.

[Narrator]

Jack chuckles, apparently finding this amusing.

"...She's looking for you."

[Calvin Strong]

That shook Cal a bit... probably more than he showed. "...Who is," he said, eyeing the man more carefully now.

[Narrator]

"It ain't obvious?" Jack asks, "A mother always looks after her son. Even one as cold as steel, boy."

[Calvin Strong]

The duffel bag hit the ground. "Talk, old man," he said, a hint of the craziness of the past week creeping into his voice. "Who the hell are you!"

[Narrator]

"Just an old man trying to help," Jack says, "Find out where the trucks go."

[Calvin Strong]

Cal was reeling by now. "Who are you? What do you know about this!" he shouted, lunging forward to grab the man by the collar. "TELL ME!"

[Narrator]

There was a flash of light and before Cal could grab him, Jack had disappeared. The only thing left behind was the sign.

"NOTHING HELPS"