Zelgadis sat at the long table of the Library for hours now with pictures laid out infront of him and files he could get his hands on. He starred over everything over and over again still coming up with more questions then answered. He grunted taking a sip of his coffee to keep himself awake. This is what he had laid out.
Note #1:
Zel had heard rumor early from a good source of Gaia Town that a Elf that went by the name Elf Tech 247 had journal logins mentioning bring Santa back to live and the experiments they had done. It was odd to find out a elf of Santa, one that builds toys for all the good boys and girls out over the world would work on a project like this. Creepy in some way but more confusing then anything. Although more confusing is why steal the G-Virus? Right after the mansion had been burned down? Zels stares at it harder then takes out another piece of paper to begin the other note.
Note #1:
Zel had heard rumor early from a good source of Gaia Town that a Elf that went by the name Elf Tech 247 had journal logins mentioning bring Santa back to live and the experiments they had done. It was odd to find out a elf of Santa, one that builds toys for all the good boys and girls out over the world would work on a project like this. Creepy in some way but more confusing then anything. Although more confusing is why steal the G-Virus? Right after the mansion had been burned down? Zels stares at it harder then takes out another piece of paper to begin the other note.
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Hitting the red pen on the table it still did not work. He shook it once or twice but still nothing. *sigh*
"Guess I have to write it all in black now."
Straightening it out he finsihed taping the last picture to the second Note. He lifted it up to see the well done job he had done. His expression had not changed though. Still serious and pondering why most of this had happened? He lowered it back down to the table then squinted his eyes looking at the top left photo. It was so alike and again he wondered why noone had seen this? Either they chose not to or could care less about Gambino. Zel had to admit, he to hated that power man Gambino. Hearing of his death did not make Zel one bit upset. But he still wanted to know, know who it was that killed Gambino. He came up with one thing. One theory that was the only one that made sense to him. He came up with this:
Note# 2
Edmund must have known something about Gambino that noone else knew, it had to be that. If not then did Edmund just do it out of hatred. Zel couldn't say quite yet, not until he got more evidence.
"This is turning out to be more interesting then I thought."
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Zel had taken a quick break from the library, to get a good stretch and possible get himself a refill of some of that coffe at the library lounge. He found himself speaking with a stranger who to was quite curious of the Gambino inncident. How Zel could tell was the files he had in hand. His name was Stanly Colt, *ahem* excuse me I mean LT. Stanly Colt. A young man who was scared on the face and wore white gloves, making things a bit suspicious at first. Zel learned something else new. That the hit Gambino recieved would be impossible from the sniper. The location of where the sniper was and Gambino, the only aim the sniper had was the front view of Gambino's Mansion. So once he turned his back to see his son again Gino he was indeed shot in the stomache. If not then why did he grab his stomache and fall backwards? He would have fallen foreward if it was in the back. Zel returned to the library after thanking Mr. Colt then had gotten more paper out and made a third note of this new discovery. He now came up with more:
Could it be that the well iknown boy who was told to be kind hearted and caring was the one who shot Gambino? Gino didn't seem violent at all, but he did see evil in his fathers way. Maybe he was doing this as a favor for Gaia Town, or then again, maybe they weren't alone up there. So where was Bucho during all of this. Confusing in so many ways and Zel wasn't getting anywhere.
