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Harry never seems to be able to get the radio to work- it always switches to SPEEDFREAKS FM at full blast. Sometimes it turns to SAD FM when he's really feeling it from a case, like the MC feels for him.
He never feels alone in the Kineema, for some reason it always feels like someone's in the cabin with him.
When he's in the middle of a chase, he feels like someone else is steering, not just him. There's a warmth that runs up his palms through his arms and makes sure he never misses a turn.
One day the radio is flipping through channels wildly- it's early in the morning and Harry isn't fucking dealing with this shit. He tries to get out but the doors won't budge.
Finally the radio seems to make sense- he notices his name said in the voice of a dozen others as the channels flip through.
"HARRY. DON'T. GO."
He's afraid at first, but that warmth he's felt before creeps up from his palms. Someone is there, he feels the breath on his neck. It smells like the breath of a smoker- astras.
"LISTEN. TO. ME."
He's listening, there's no choice otherwise. Besides, he's curious. He figured something supranatural was up with his MC- but this was it. This was the answer to the questions.
"DON'T TAKE. THAT. CASE-
YOU'LL BE. DEAD. IF YOU DO."
Each bit a clip from another song or a radio talk host- combining in just the right way to form a sentence. A chill runs down Harry's spine and he shudders. What case? He hasn't gotten any new cases since that one yesterday. Is it talking about something that's waiting for him today?
"What's your name Kineema Geist?"
"KIM. KI-TU-AA-GEE."
That was a bit rough, but he understood enough of it. -Kim Kitsuragi- he thinks he knows the name from somewhere, it's familiar. He had to have been an RCM officer, or maybe a suspect that died in the MC or.... no! It's!
Harry digs under his chair for the tool box, tearing open the lid once it's pulled out.
Under the lid is a yellowed piece of tape with a name scribbled on it- 'Ltn Kim Kitsuragi'
"Holy shit."