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Post by dehotherguy on Nov 11, 2014 6:23:02 GMT -5
((Deh, Khan, derche, Vlad, tharina, elite, thinmint in that order. One week time limit before skipping to next poster.))
The dim candlelight of the bar illuminated a thick layer of cigarette smoke that spread throughout the room. The smell of fish, smoke, and cheap alcohol mixed together to form a new scent that was foul, but familiar to the inhabitants of Venice. In the thick of prostitutes, thugs, and a plethora of other questionable figures was an officer, his worn out uniform a speck of cleanliness compared to the surrounding masses of rags that were caked in filth and leather jackets that smelled of old sweat. The officer sat at a small table, smoking a cigarette. After a few minutes, a similarly dressed figure entered the bar. Recognizing his partner, the seated officer ashed his cigarette, motioning him over to the table. The partner sat across from him, and was the first to speak.
"Alright, what have you got?"
"Three more bodies."
The partner leaned back in his chair, a look of exasperation flooding his face. "Fuck. Where?"
"Two under the west docks. Last one is strung up in the fish market."
"Have you identified them?"
"Yes, the first two were the night guards at the marketplace, probably offed so the killer can string up the third body in the market. Speaking of the third one, his name was Petr, owner of one of the fish stalls." The officer motioned to the server as she walked by. She was a pretty girl, quite young, maybe a bit too young for them job. But that was of little concern at the moment. She arrived at the table, a weak smile silently asking the officer what he wanted. "One bottle of vodka and two shot glasses." The girl nodded and walked off.
"Did the three victims know each other?"
"From the research I've done, no."
"Oh come on, at least give me something."
"I can. Each body had a pentagram carved into it."
"You can't suppose-"
"Yup. Whoever did this was the same one responsible for the six bodies in Riga last week." The officer then remained silent for a few moments as the girl returned with a tall bottle of vodka and two shot glasses. He gave her a nod, then handed her a few bullets. Thanking him, the girl left. The officer poured himself a shot, and his partner shortly followed suit. Downing the shot, the officer continued.
"But there's more. Rumor is, a Red station's been hit as well."
"So that makes three stations so far."
"Yeah. After news of the Riga murders got around, folks took to calling him or her, 'The Starmaker.'"
"The Starmaker?" The partner juggled the name in his mind as he took sips from his shot glass. "First time I've heard that." He set his glass aside. "So, what now? Are we going to look further into this?"
"The captain won't allow us. He allowed us to get the info on the bodies, but made it clear that he wants nothing more. He wants us to stay here, guarding the bar."
"Bullshit."
"Yeah, he insists that the station doesn't have the manpower to set up any more investigations. I can understand that, I suppose. In a shit hole like Venice, members of the law that aren't already busy guarding sensitive areas of the station, like this bar, are most likely caught up in other investigations. To the authorities of Venice, a Satanist serial killer is only one of many concerns."
"To THEM, yes, but not all of us. Be honest, when's the last time something like this has happened, even in Venice?" There was a pause. "And what's keeping us from looking into this by ourselves, off duty?"
"I prefer to have more than one person watching my back while tracking a goddamn mass murderer. Wouldn't you?"
((OOC: The two officers are not talking very loudly, but someone walking by or sitting at a nearby table should be able to hear at least some of their conversation. If your character doesn't hear them or isn't the kind that would help, feel free to post something else, and I can try to get your character involved somehow.))
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Post by The Khan on Nov 16, 2014 2:33:33 GMT -5
Darkness surrounded on all sides. Sonya sat in pitch blackness with her legs crossed and eyes closed, and she listened. Her eyes were closed so that her other senses would be heightened, her hearing particularly. She started to nod off, almost asleep. These times were the only times she felt safe, from the tunnels and the stations. When she could find a place to hole up, away from anything that would disturb her. Or so she thought. Sitting there in the dark, all she heard were the sounds of the tunnels, the normal sounds: bugs scampering, echoes in the distance, etc. But then she heard something that wasn't one of those 'normal sounds'. The sound of feet scampering nearby caused her to snap her eyes open. It was definitely human, and there was only one. Someone was close, and in a hurry. Sonya moved the board covering the only entrance into this small crevice she had found, but only slightly. Enough to let her peep out of a small crack into the tunnel beyond. She couldn't see much except for the wall opposite, she couldn't see down the tunnel or the person coming her way. She was pretty deep down, under the Metro tunnels, under one of the stations actually. It was pretty wet around the area, with many flooded and underwater parts. She had found a place somewhat dry to hide and maybe catch some sleep before she heard the foots steps. It was still a short distance away, but quickly drawing closer. She held her breath in anticipation. It was very rare that anyone would be down here, or anything for that matter, besides those odd looking water dwelling creatures she had spotted earlier. The sound drew closer and closer until, before she knew it, a foot appeared in front of the hole and Sonya sat back, startled, letting out small a gasp of shock. She thought the person was further down that tunnel, due to the quite sound of the persons feet, but this person was very light footed. The person stopped and she could hear the their feet scrape the ground as they turned around in place to face the way he or she had came. After a few minutes the person was satisfied that no one was following, and set out again in an almost soundless run. Sonya waited until the sound was faded, and the echoes distant before she slid back the piece of wood. Grabbing her stuff she crawled out from the crack in the wall and as quietly as she could, set out in the direction of the person. She didn't like interfering with people much, but this person was far from anywhere civil, which she found odd, despite herself. She was also slightly curious. What was this person doing in an otherwise deserted place? ((OOC: The person is supposed to be the Starmaker, deotherguy has confirmed it is so. ))
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Post by derchemiker on Nov 23, 2014 9:24:49 GMT -5
The wooden ferry slowly approached an free berth as it's rusty diesel engine made a few last strokes. Peter opend his eyes as the captain announced that they reached Venice. He slipped on his rucksack and reached under his seat to grab the green ammunition Box with an hansa emblem on it's side. With his free hand Peter dug two bullets out of his pock whilst trying to stand up on the reeling boat. He handed the bullets to the boat owner and started to wander trought the station. Searching for an place called "Venice's Heaven" He was about to enter the little brothel in one of the various side alleys as the guard at the door saw the hansa logo on the box. "Hey, are you the hansa delivery boy with the medicine?! You probably should wait a moment before going in there." Peter hesitatet for an moment but then answered. "Uhmm ok, may I ask why?" Before the guard could answer the scientist's question an Bar stool flew trough on of the windows followed by loud yelling. "SHE'S WHAT?! YOU INCOMPETENT SCUM, WHY DO I EVEN PAY YOU? YOUR ONLY JOB WAS TO PROTECT HER !" This sentence was followed by an row of insults and after the yelling person finally stopped Peter heard someone being dragged away and calls for help, then a door was shut aprubtly. "I see.." Peter entered after a few minutes and looked at the aftemath, pieces of furniture and food where distributed in the whole room and in the middle of everything there was sitting an redfaced plump man which seemed to be his traiding partner, one of the gang bosses. "What do you wan't?!" groused the man, Peter walked up to him and put the box on the table infront of him. "Im coming from the Ringline" He turned the box and opened it so the gang leader could look at the medicine inside "I was ordered to deliver these Antibiotics." "Ah great atleast someone I work with is not completely stupid." the man turned around and nodded to one of the guards which where standing in a corner "get the courier his payment!" As Peter waited for the guard to return with his bullets an old man with reading glasses came out of the backroom and showed something that looked like an wanted poster to the leader. The leader just nodded and the old man pinned the poster to the wall. After Peter got his 15 bullets and friendly said goodbye he took a glance at the wanted poster, "The Starmaker, helpfull Informations will get paid" Below the text there was a polaroid of an young girl, death with an pentagramm carved into her body. Back in the small alley he turned right and searched for an bar to take a rest. (Changes can be made)
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Post by Vlad the Impaler on Nov 25, 2014 12:16:31 GMT -5
"...a body with a pentagram carved in it. They call him the Starmaker."
Alexei was sitting by the docks, doing some small adjustments to his crossbow. Not that it would do much, but he liked to do something that kept him from awkwardly looking at people. He was guarding the area with some other men, waiting for a shipment of drugs for one of the gangs in Venice. The others were chatting about recent news.
The Starmaker? That caught Alexeis attention. He'd never heard of someone called that before but it still sounded familiar somehow... Alexei shaked off the thought and continued adjusting the crossbow. The drug boat should arrive any minute now, he thought when checking his watch. It had cost him a fortune but it was surprisingly handy to have.
The boat arrived at the dock. This side of the platform was connected to Kitay-Gorod and the Koltsevaya Line and was almost completely reserved for the so called "harbour". The docks were mostly only separated from each other with some paint and ropes and small signs with numbers. Various gangsters all had their own docks, where they carried out murders and other legally questionable actions. Atleast the shrimps keep the harbor from filling with bodies.
After helping the drugs to their destination and getting paid, Alexei decided to go have a drink. He went to a shady bar, filled with cigarette smoke maybe mixed with some weed. He walked past a table with two officers talking about this "Starmaker". Where had he heard that name? It doesn't matter. Alexei bought a small bottle of "Ivan's home-brewed mushroom vodka" and sat down. He heard more about the conversation:
"...Are we going to look further into this?"
"The captain won't allow us."
At this point Alexei became more interested. He was always seeking for adventure, and this sounded promising. He might even turn this into a profit...
"Bullshit."
"Yeah, he insists that the station doesn't have the manpower to set up any more investigations."
Alexei took a sip from his bottle, rose up and walked over to the two men. He cleared his throat and said to them:
"If you need a good man, here you have one."
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Post by tharina on Nov 26, 2014 6:58:49 GMT -5
"Is it something serious?"
Tharina looked up from her notes and eyed the woman sitting in front of her. The prostitute wore smeared make-up, even though the young doctor guessed it hadn't been that way a few hours ago. She sighed. "The rash could be herpes, but without proper equipment I can't decide for sure. I would recommend not having sexual contact in a while and to watch it for a few days, whereas I think this is no option here, hmm?" She gave the woman a soft smile. "It is important to stick to condoms right now. If this is no option, try to find another job to get though the weeks, at least until we can be sure with the diagnosis. Then again, if it is in fact herpes simplex genitalis, we would need Aciclovir or Valaciclovir, which is hard to be found and therefor quite expensive. We could try to use hot water and pepper." The prostitute looked at Tharina in surprise. "Water and pepper?" - "Sometimes it works. Also, garlic or toothpaste sometimes are used to dry out the rash. Should help." The prostitute jumped down from the improvised examination table. "Okay, I might try. Do I have to tell my customers that?" Tharina looked at her and went silent for a minute. "As a doctor, I am obliged to have health in mind; yes, it would be better to inform your... clients. But I can't force you to do that, can I." She resigned and threw away the wooden stick and her gloves. The street woman put her skirt down again and looked Tharina with empty eyes. "What do I owe you?" "Gimme two bullets and we're even.", the doctor said without looking up, making notes. A second after, she had two bullets in her lap and heard the door to the compartment slammed shut. "NEXT!", she yelled and another girl in more than revealing clothes entered.
Four hours later and Tharina had to buy equipment on the marked to empty her bag from bullets. Venice was a good place to stay, at least for a medic. Even most gangsters didn't bother her, as long as she did look out for the girls walking the streets or pulled lead out of shot wounds. In this dirty station, medicine was sought after and people didn't think about harming a cheap doctor who asked only the few important questions. Tharina always had an urge to give in to her curiosity, but after her first visit to this station, she had learned not to get keep prying into things. She strode along the docks and smoked a cigarette, a new backpack and a new gas mask her price for a week full of work. People here didn't have too much money and as long as she didn't have to save a bleeding gangster boss, she wouldn't get rich down here, but at least she could count herself to the wealthier part of town. The wooden planks creaked under her boots and she looked down to the soggy and drenched jetty. For a second she stood there, silence embarking her as the boats did. The only sound left was the little waves pushing against the old and rusty ships at the pier. Something startled her. The silence. She stood still and looked around. Suddenly, in maybe a hundred meters distance, a shrimp screeched as it jumped for something hanging down from one of the cranes. Tharina exhaled and put the cigarette in the corner of her mouth, coming closer to the crane. As the light finally showed her the load on the hook, she took the cigarette between thumb and pointer, her mouth stood open in a mixture of disgust, astonishment and dismay. She scratched her forehead. "Well, If that isn't something."
In the evening, Tharina had finally sat down. After informing the authorities - or what you may call it in Venice - she had to be asked all kinds of questions. It had took them a surprisingly long time to notice that the murderer wouldn't exactly go and report a murder. She took a sip from a dirty and cheap cup made of an old tincan and let the vodka stay in her mouth for a second. She had the urge to desinfect herself, both inside and outside. What maniac would slash bodys as a form of art? She swallowed the alcohol and starred on the other side of the room. She had offered one of the guards to inspect the found bodies. But now she was sitting in front of the door of one of the local mobsters. She thought about it. There was a range of possibilities, why the thugs had "invited" her over here. One, they were resposible for the murder and were to 'kindly' remind her not to maddle in her affairs. Two, the victim was one of their fellow colleagues and they had personal interest in his whereabouts and the murder. Three, they suspected her to be involved into the murder and wanted to practice justice - Tharina ruled it out after a second. She was offered a drink. They wouldn't offer her a drink when they were about to shoot her another hole. Four, and maybe the most plausible of her options, they wanted her to look after these murders. Who would suspect the young doctor. She could move almost freely through the streets and had contact with many of the inhabitants of this station. It wasn't the first time someone used her as information broker. She thrugged and took another sip. The muscle sitting on the other side of the table, watching her, looked at her with a mean glance. "What is it?", he said. "Nothing. Something. Just thinking, darling.", Tharina said and winked at him. He said there as if cut in stone. Sturdy, not blinking, staring at her menacing and the gun pointed at her. "I sure hope this consulation doesn't take as long as the waiting. That could be pricey." she laughed and emptied the cup.
((changes can be made, i hope this is okay for now. Still looking for the right second to join the rest of the group.))
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Post by elite1234 on Nov 26, 2014 14:31:59 GMT -5
Anatoly could almost see the sounds, the motor of the ferry bouncing air about like a disturbed river, the splashing of the canal, the chatter of people around him talking in low voices. He opened his eyes and looked about the small ferry, he sighed and slowly slumped back into a more passive position. This last expedition had yielded him a sexy looking stock he was eager to attach to his AK, but for now he was tired and could feel him self drifting into a slumber. He still had a couple hours to go might as well get some shut eye. Anatoly felt him self jerked to life as the ferry came to a hard stop, thrusting its passengers to the side like rag-dolls. Anatoly pushed through the confused ferry-goers to the front of the boat and faced the captain. "Whats wrong?" "Don't know, I hit something." "A shrimp?" "Shrimp wouldn't have let us hit 'um like that unless we made em upset." Anatoly leaned over the front of the boat and looked into the water, what greeted him was like something from a horror movie. Floating between the boat and the West Dock were two naked human men with bloodied stars and circles in the middle of his chest, both equipment and clothing strewn across the canal like litter. Without moving, he turned his head towards the group. "That ain't no shrimp"
After a hour delay, due to the bodies' investigation, the ferry finally made it to Venice. Stepping off the boat, Anatoly grabbed his things and made off for the bar, this wasn't his favorite place, but it was really the only place to get decent vodka, besides he said he'd meet Alexander here as soon as he got to the station. He seated him self and order some vodka and a glass. After about ten minutes a man came and sat at a table near to his and began chatting to the man already seated there. "Alright, what have you got?" "Three more bodies." Jesus three of em, no way, He said to himself as he downed his second shot of vodka. Where the hell is Alex? He thought puzzlingly. The men began discussing about a murderer from Riga that kills and applies pentagrams to his victims, this greatly intrigued Anatoly. Halfway through their conversation another man on the other side of their table came and sat down, ordered a bottle of vodka, and looked curiously over at the two men. After a couple minutes, Anatoly zoned back into the conversation.
"Bullshit."
"Yeah, he insists that the station doesn't have the manpower to set up any more investigations. I can understand that, I suppose. In a shit hole like Venice, members of the law that aren't already busy guarding sensitive areas of the station, like this bar, are most likely caught up in other investigations. To the authorities of Venice, a Satanist serial killer is only one of many concerns."
At this the man who had sat curiously watching the conversation stood and approached them.
"If you need a good man, here you have one."
Anatoly thought carefully about his next move, he didn't want to get involved in something he was not apart of, But on the other hand he was terribly curious about this "Starmaker". Making his decision, against his better judgement, he looked over at his emptied bottle, grabbed his shot glass, and stood up. Approaching the three men, he dropped his shot glass down in front of the two men and said to the them:
"Any one got some vodka to share?"
((So I will change this if you guys think i should, kinda seems awkward to me but this could be really interesting to see what happens between these four. ))
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Post by thinmint1270 on Nov 28, 2014 20:12:12 GMT -5
Alexandar was on his way to the bar to meeet up with Anatoly when he first heard about it. It seemed as if everyone had heard about it except for him. 'The Starmaker' has struck again. Almost everyone he walked past was talking about it. "Three more bodies", one person said, while another was praying to God, asking not to be killed. Alexandar ignored it, mainly cause it didn't involve him.
Once he got to the bar, Alexandar sat down at a table. As he scanned the bar looking for Anatoly, he noticed a guard that glanced at the door every few seconds. A few moments later, a second guard came in and sat with the first. Alexandar started scanning the room again, but there was no sign of Anatoly. He started to pay attention to the guards again. "...Folks took to calling him or her, 'the Starmaker'". So even the guards are talking about it thought Alexandar. "First time I've heard that". As Alexandar was trying to listen to the conversation, he lost focus on them and noticed a man with a crossbow enter the bar. He looked like the kind of guy that would go out of his way looking for trouble. As the man was sitting down, Alexandar focused in on the guards again.
"Yeah he insists that the station doesn't have enough manpower to set up an investigation." He then noticed the man with the crossbow get up and approach them. "If you need a good man, here you have one," he said. I can't believe he just did that, Alexandar thought, Only someone who is out of their mind would volunteer for something like that. The next minute, Anatoly, who seemed to appear out of nowhere, went up to them. "Any one got some vodka to share?"
Alexandar got up and walked to the table. He put his hand on Anatoly's shoulder and looked at the guards. "You got room for one more?"
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Post by dehotherguy on Nov 29, 2014 4:55:10 GMT -5
The two officers looked at the three men that had just come to their table.
"You men are awfully eager to jump in," said the officer, "Do you even have any idea how dangerous this killer is?"
The partner looked over at the officer, and straightened in his chair. "Oh come on, the case is open to freelancers. That's sort of the reason why, yknow, there's wanted posters around the place? The authorities won't bother looking deeper into this themselves, but they'll at least hire others to do it." He looked back at the three men. "Well, I guess you guys are in. We can lend a hand, but only when we're off duty. Let us know if you find anything."
The other officer got up from his chair, getting closer to the three men. "And don't try to be a hero. This guy is no joke. If you happen to find him, do NOT chase him down. Come straight to us, and we'll work something out from there."
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Post by The Khan on Dec 4, 2014 3:19:44 GMT -5
Sonya just kept on walking, slowly, creeping. She knew the person was heading this way as she couldn't see any other way for them to go. She now had her pistol in her right hand and machete in her left. She had been walking for an hour or two, some parts she had past had water that was waist deep water, other parts were just damp with the occasional puddle. She didn't know where she was going, as she hadn't explored this far into these particular tunnels. It wasn't long before she heard sounds, people talking and other signs that she was nearing a station. There were still no signs of any other tunnel coming of this one, so the person must have gone into the station.
She came to a cave in before long. She stood for a little while wondering where the person could've gone before tripping over the covering of a large air duct. She didn't fall over, managing to right herself in time. She looked around, up down, along the side of the tunnel, ground, until she spotted the opening. It was close to the ground, and someone had been through there recently. The dust around the entrance had been disturbed.
She leaned down and looked it, it was dark, too dark for someone without her eyes. She got on her hands and knees and started crawling in. She wanted to find where this leaded and what that person was up to.
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Post by derchemiker on Dec 9, 2014 15:11:55 GMT -5
Peter slendered trough the moody lighted allys of venice, searching for an quiet place to relax. He was about to give up as he found a little bar that looked like he wouldn't get murdered or robbed inside so he stepped in with a lightening sigh.
He walked past a group of five people and sat down at the table next to them.
The table creaked as he leaned his backpack and the, now empty ammunition box , with a little force against the wooden table legs. After ordering a mushroom tea Peter leaned back and tried to hear what the group infront of him was talking about.
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Post by Vlad the Impaler on Dec 13, 2014 9:01:28 GMT -5
Alexei was surprised to see others being so eager to put their lives in danger. Of course many were willing to go to the surface or guard duty, but what were their reasons to go investigating a cultist killer? At least Alexei knew his own reasons:
"Well, I don't know what makes these other guys want to go chase a murderer, but I have my reasons. You see... I have this strange feeling that I know that killer from somewhere. I have no idea who but I'm sure I've met him before. Maybe it doesn't make any sense but that's why I want to be a part of this."
Suddently Alexei felt that a new murder would take place soon. He could find the Starmaker... Without caring for the officers advice he rose up.
"I have to leave" he said quickly to the others and vanished through the door.
((OOC:The Starmaker might or might not be known by Alexei, depending on how the character develops. For now Alexei's feeling is only his reason to join the investigations))
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Post by tharina on Dec 17, 2014 5:41:16 GMT -5
Tharina sat down in a big, comfy chair. In front of her, a big desk. Looked like someone took it from the surface and put it down here but only after the first winter had had its chance to scar the wooden table for the time to come. She smiled. "Comrade Medwedew. Your... office changed location."
The mobster behind the desk was no unknown to her. He smiled with the warmth of a early spring day and the way he looked at her, no one would expect him to be brutal and ruthless. "Doctor." - "Please, I thought we left this behind. Katharina is fine with me." His smile got a nasty nuance. She lifted her hands in excuse. "Whatever you like." He nodded. "You were at the scene?" She nodded. "Yes, I was. Is there a reason you brought me here, as you already know my involvement?" His smile was gone after a few seconds and the big scar on his throat combined with his glance made him look like a mother bear whos children you attacked. "We want the murder found." "The victim. Was it one of your men?" "Why do you think I would want the murder if it wasn't for my men?" "Ha. Two and Four. Thought so." "Say again?" "Ah, you know, my strange head and its weird thoughts." _______________________________
After a few hours she stumbled out of the building. So one of the victims was one of Juri Medwedews men. Not a nice death, even for the mafias henchmen. She kicked a little piece of rubble along the street. Her thoughts were running again. Her curiosity killed her and while arguing and haggling with Medwedew she had become a little tipsy. She strode along, taking in the early morning's smells and sounds. She passed some bordells and bars till she finally found one that looked only half as suspicious as the rest. She stroke some dirt off her labcoat and flattened her west before entering. The second she came through the door, the bald woman looked into the faces of two officers and three men who stood at their table. "Good evening, comrades." she said with the nicest voice she had and ordered a beer. "How's it going?"
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Post by dehotherguy on Dec 27, 2014 6:18:05 GMT -5
((OOC: Err, sorry elite, it's been a week. It's sorta thinmint's turn now. ))
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Post by thinmint1270 on Jan 3, 2015 14:47:49 GMT -5
As Alexandar was looking at the newcomer, the only thing he could think of was the fact that he just volunteered to track down a satanic murderer.
"How's it going?" the newcomer asked. She was bald, which was somewhat common with all the radiation. She looked to be in her late 20's, early 30's. Alexandar had a feeling she already new what they were talking about, but he told her anyways. "We were duscussing about how we were going to catch the Starmaker", he said, very blunt and straightforward. "You can join in if you'd like."
((Sorry it is so short. Didn't have many ideas this time around.))
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Post by dehotherguy on Mar 1, 2015 22:35:52 GMT -5
The two officers eyed the woman who approached them. "If you'd care to join in on this case, feel free."
The officer began to pour himself another shot. "Anyways, we'd join you right now, but we're still on our shifts. My partner was only able to leave earlier to get information on the victims." The officer handed the bottle to his partner. "First thing first, go to the police station and sign up for the job. After a bit of paperwork, the station should give you a personal card or something that you can show as verification while you're on the case. Get all that stuff done as soon as possible, then immediately begin an investigation of the crime scenes at the west docks and the fish market. I know the authorities already conducted investigations, but those were shoddy at best, and it's imperative that the crime scenes get thorough investigations as soon as possible, before some smart ass or the culprit itself ends up tampering with them. And that isn't very unlikely, judging by how pathetic the security measures the authorities set up are." The officer downed his shot. "After investigating, come back here to meet us if you can."
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(Elsewhere in the station)
After crawling through the ducts for several minutes, the figure pushed open a cover and dropped into the room below. A man was sitting on his bed, putting pieces of a Kalash together. Spotting the figure drop down, he stood up and went to greet him. The man then reached under his bed and pulled out a toolbox, handing it to the figure.
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