Fan Fiction: Crossovers
The Random Factor
I took a few liberties and moved the Shadow up into modern times. So all
the characters are the same and such they just have the modern equvilant
of their jobs in the 1930's (i.e. Burbank is still the comunications man
except now he has the internet to work with.) Also in this little universe
of mine I'm following the movie's version of The Shadow's past and day to
day alter ego. (I don't want to mess with the whole Kent Allard thing.)
For The Pretender this takes place sometime after Mr. Lyle joined the Three
The Hotel Monolith in New York City catered to some of the most extravagant
tastes in the world. Hollywood movie stars and foreign dignitaries alike
favored the hotel for its style, elegance, and security. A common portrayal
among regular guests was that the Monolith was safer then the witness
security program. And any mention of the security of the hotel almost
inevitably led to talk of its chief, the unorthodox red head Deirdre Callaghan.
Callaghan herself was a careful nonentity, no one really knew where she
came from, how she had practically stolen the position she held, or what
she was truly capable of. But very few ever stopped to consider those
questions, Callaghan was simply the head of security at the Hotel Monolith
and she did her job well so most of those who might question her background
kept their mouths contently shut. Jarod however didn’t find that fact
quite enough to quench his inherent curiosity as he sat in Miss Callaghan’s
“Quite an impressive resume Mr. Guardsmen,” Callaghan stated neutrally.
“Call me Jarod.” He smiled. Something seemed vaguely familiar about the
décor of the office, but he couldn’t quite pin point it.
“Well, since you have all of your T’s crossed and your I’s dotted Jarod,
I don’t see a reason not to let you start,” Callaghan said briskly after
she had considered Jarod for a moment, “Kara Livingston, my assistant,
will give you your assignment on your way out.”
“Thank you,” Jarod said pleasantly. Both he and Callaghan stood up. Callaghan
circled her desk and offered Jarod her hand, which he shook before departing.
Deirdre walked over to the wet bar calmly she poured herself a shot of
whiskey. She downed the burning liquid in two relaxed swallows. Setting
her glass upside down on the bar she left the bottle of whiskey where
it was standing uncapped as she turned and exited out the double oak doors
Jarod had just left through. Kara Livingston was sitting at her mahogany
desk carefully going through a pile of paperwork that would no doubt need
Deirdre’s signature desperately tomorrow morning before being fed to the
shredder. Deirdre frowned, she hated paperwork with a passion, which made
Kara priceless as the girl had more patience then seemed humanly possible
at times to take care of the shredder feed. Kara wasn’t even a week older
than sixteen but Deirdre doubted she could ever find someone who could
fill Kara’s shoes if the teenager ever deiced to quit.
“Did you get it?” Deirdre asked casually.
Kara didn’t look up from her paper work as one of her hands typed out
a command on her keyboard. The spreadsheet that the teenager had been
working on disappeared to reveal an audio file.
Deirdre smiled approvingly, “Good girl Livingston.” Deirdre had Kara record
every interview she did.
“You’re playing a hunch of some kind I think,” Kara replied changing the
“Really? And what makes you say that?”
“Well you usually are so rough during interviews that two thirds of all
the hopefuls will have a sudden desire to find a new career choice,” Kara
looked up from the shredder feed, “You hardly asked Mr. Guardsmen anything.”
“You’re to smart for your own good Livingston.” Deirdre laughed, “I am
going on a hunch. Jarod Guardsmen is more then he seems and it’ll be easier
to figure him out with him where I can watch him. So I didn’t want to
scare him off.”
“You think he’s here for something other then a job as a security man?”
“His resume is to good to be true. As I said all of his T’s are crossed
and I’s dotted. He wants something here and I intend to find out what.”
Kara nodded business like, “Well I’ll get you the complete 411 on Mr.
Guardsmen when I get back from my lunch appointment.”
Deirdre frowned, “Since when do you have a lunch appointment?” “Since
five minutes ago-“
Deirdre looked up at the entry was to the office as a somewhat tall young
man with likable features opened the door. He nodded a greeting to the
two women before speaking, “The Sun is shining.”
To be continued...