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| Episode 1.4: Briefing and Fact Finding | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jul 3 2011, 02:09 AM (18,119 Views) | |
| Adria Stark | Jul 8 2011, 12:25 PM Post #226 |
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10/28/10 Adria looked at Cooper like he'd sprouted a second head. "Well, sure...as long as there's a window of some kind back there, because otherwise we'll have to batter our way through the wall if you want us to come in from that side" she remarked as she jumped down off the hover. Her body language was coldly professional, but her tone was a bit on the flippant side. Though she didn't need it in the least, Adria didn't even think of not letting Andrew help out of the hover. She gave his hand a light squeeze before letting go and trotting down the alley to the back of the building. When she got there, she was relieved to see a window...otherwise, they'd have had to come up with a new plan on the fly. "It would seem so" Adria replied, smirking at Andrew's comment and headed over to the window. "Keep watch" she said, her tone and body language both all business now. She checked the window over to see if it was open or closed, if it was locked, and if there was a way to open it without breaking it. She glanced inside to see how much of the inside could be seen through the window, or if it was covered by curtains or blinds. |
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| Dr. Akira Wells | Jul 8 2011, 12:26 PM Post #227 |
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10/28/10 Akira was pretty much ready for whatever lay out before her in the next couple of minute. Did it scare the living daylights out of her? Yes, it most certainly did, especially since she wasn't exactly a cop to begin with. However, it seemed they could use the man power (well woman power in this case) and she couldn't have very well said no now could she? It would make her seem weak, and not willing to do whatever she needed to for the job. Despite how things might have looked at the moment, Akira was most certainly willing to do anything for her work, and even her new co-workers whom she still barely knew. It took everything she had not to show the fear she was feeling, but she was somehow managing. She still wasn't all too sure on what exactly was going on, but it seemed like the villain and his hostages were inside. That was something she could find herself focusing on. It wasn't about her fear, or even about her at all. It was about catching the bastard and saving lives. Yes, she could most certainly focus on that, and perhaps she could channel some of her grandfather's blood to keep her courage up as well. Either way, things were about to get really ugly, and she was going to find herself in the middle of it. Deep breaths, and calm movements. When the time comes, squeeze do not pull. Focus on the target and avoid the obstacles. That's my girl. Don't let the chaos shift your mind from your target. If you lost focus, then you lose everything. Yes, focus... |
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| Skye MacKenzie | Jul 8 2011, 04:10 PM Post #228 |
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11/8/10 Mac had waited around Bradford’s place long enough to assume that either he had been taken in or he’d gotten away, but wasn’t coming back to his home. Going back to the ship was looking better and better, but she couldn’t abandon her post without some sort of confirmation that Bradford was behind bars where he belonged. Fighting down an urge to get angry at being left out of the loop, she squawked everyone on Constable, waiting to see who would respond to her hail. << squawking a radio – to push the on/off switch on a radio a couple of times. It’s meant to be somewhat surreptitious and let the other person know they’re being paged, but allow them to decide whether or not to respond. So, Mac is trying to get someone’s attention, but without getting everyone’s attention or disrupting anything the crew might be in the middle of. >> |
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| Cooper Mandrake | Jul 8 2011, 04:11 PM Post #229 |
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11/8/10 Cooper came from here. "Who's that? Mac?" "We got him." "Bradfords locked up and on his way to the medjail. Two down in Lily's apartment, her and some John she was working." "I'm on my way to Bradford's, we need to bag it up good and proper. This boy has to be in the permanent discard file. No cured or good behavior options." |
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| Skye MacKenzie | Jul 8 2011, 04:12 PM Post #230 |
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"Mac"
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11/8/10 Mac listened to Coop’s abbreviated report. It seemed to her that he was still working on something even as he talked to her, so she assumed they hadn’t wrapped everything up yet and she puzzled over what could still be left. Not that she much cared; they had Bradford. It was good to hear that Bradford was going to the medical facility. Someone had managed to rough him up some. Now she was sorry she hadn’t been there. Whatever they’d done to him wouldn’t be worse than what Mac could do. Calista was dead and needlessly so. She couldn’t take out her frustration where she wanted to, so Bradford became the target of her anger. “Coop. I’m already at Bradford’s place. Want me to start taggin’ and baggin’? “And we are definitely going to want a forensics team here. Bring one with you. We’ve got his organ and face collection.” |
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| Cooper Mandrake | Jul 8 2011, 04:13 PM Post #231 |
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11/10/10 "Bag and tag Mac, I'll be there to cross check." That should be a lock on the admission of any evidence. I called up for a forensic team and stopped short of going in the front of Bradfords. Time to make a couple of calls. Connie... save that one. Lady Roulan and Madrassa House. Well, the latter hadn't been exactly cooperative, but I sent a combined wave out to both of them. "Detective Mandrake here. Perpetrator in the murders involving your house some years back has been apprehended by the combined elements of the Federal Marshalls Service of the United Planet." ok, my eyes danced a little at my own cynicism. "Evidence and eyewitness are solid, arrested in the act of committing his final crime. Mandrake out." I know I looked tired. It wasn't the bad tired though, not the kind that could nearly cripple me like in the old days. Just like a good long hard day, or days it was.. I did another check on my service time, options open, transfers. Connie. I'd traced back her last call, a nice perk of waves coming in on Alliance Monitored channels. I filed by transfer and quasi-retirement; all for a more plush and simple job. Then I sent a wave to my ex-wife. "Connie, listen, stay put will you. I'm blowing off this gig and taking the semi-retirement. I'll be at Victoria Station in a three days or so. I've got something in the works there, at least for awhile, so .." I was about to open all the way up, an incoming wave was popping on a screen, [/b]"just sit tight for awhile if you (will), can. I got a few loose ends here, some motions and charges to file and then I'm on my way."[/b] Jeez, that felt desperate. Or impatient. I should have been a bit more.. there was the court administrator, yes, a judge was available to read the writ... great, I sent it on. After going over some instructions with a police guard outside of Bradford's, I went in and found Mac. "Detective." I greeted her, looked over what she's started on. Reviewed contents, asked questions as to the where and what. Initialed confirmation. It was some sick shit to file and document. It didn't bother me, I was heading home. |
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| Skye MacKenzie | Jul 8 2011, 04:14 PM Post #232 |
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"Mac"
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11/11/10 Cooper wrote: "Bag and tag Mac, I'll be there to cross check." “Affirmative” she replied. Mac hadn’t started on much in Bradford’s flat, having no equipment to work with. She had been able to start taking the captures of the various items, the containers in the icebox, the cleaners in the bathroom. There wasn’t much to it, just open the door and click away. Move on to the next. It was almost with a sense of relief that Cooper showed up to relieve some of the boredom. Cooper wrote: "Detective." She nodded back and continued her work, hoping to find out from him what has transpired. Only Coop showed little interest in conversation this time. He had nothing to say beyond abbreviated questions about the processing and case. She rather felt like she was being grilled somehow. There was none of the usual gossip. This was very much unlike him. In fact, there seemed to be something different in his attitude, something Mac couldn’t place or fathom. She tried to ignore it and concentrate on getting Bradford’s flat processed correctly, but she kept going back to what was different with him, unable to focus with this new puzzle set before her. Finally curiosity won out. “So, Coop. What’s up? Something’s happened and it isn’t just the Butcher. Care to let me in on your little secret?” |
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| Cooper Mandrake | Jul 8 2011, 04:14 PM Post #233 |
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11/12/10 I looked at her wondering what she meant, but of course it was probably written all over my face. was I the bubbly Mandrake? I didn't think so, but, "I turned in my resignation, took a lessor post as part of my fullfillment to get a decent retirement. Heading out as soon as we wrap this up." After notations about the progression of the evidence, the advancement of the Butcher's skill and styles. I had to watch it, didn't want to much raw opinion in the case notes. |
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| Skye MacKenzie | Jul 8 2011, 04:15 PM Post #234 |
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11/12/10 Cooper wrote: "I turned in my resignation, took a lesser post as part of my fulfillment to get a decent retirement. Heading out as soon as we wrap this up." That stopped Mac cold. That was the one thing that had kept her going throughout this, knowing that Cooper was there for backup. He may not have had any more luck than she in finding or capturing the Butcher, but he’d been there nonetheless. If nothing else, it made Mac feel less incompetent that he’d also not gotten anywhere significant with this damn case. But more surprising was the timing. “Well” she smirked at him. “I can’t say as I’ve wanted to retire myself, but I got an offer from AV Drake to serve as their captain. I don’t know that I’ll take them up on it, but if you’re leaving, that’s one less thing keeping me here. “And I have to say, Drake looks awfully tempting. Enough resources and manpower to do some real good. “I am surprised that with my record here, they’d still ask” she joked self-mockingly and more than a little bitterly. “Nothing about this cao gao case has gone right from the get-go. They must be looking at my past history. There was a time I was good at this, you know.” She sobered up a little then and set down what she was working on to give Cooper a piercing stare. “Keep in touch, Coop. I mean that.” |
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| Constance Mandrake | Jul 8 2011, 04:16 PM Post #235 |
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11/12/10 A special little tune played on Constance's data pad and she surprised herself by moving off the bed rather quickly, the tune telling her just who it was that had sent her a wave. It was only Cooper Mandrake, her ex-husband, she knew that before she moved, so why did her heart skip a beat?
"He's coming to me." The thought surfaced before she could stifle it, accompanied by a surge of excitement that she really didn't think she should feel; they had been divorced for a good long while now. It wasn't as if they were separated lovers, though they were apart and they had been lovers, along with all the rest. She had to reply, of course, but she found it a struggle, partially because stray thoughts about a possible future kept popping into her head. "Could we really make a go of it?" It was hard to believe, given their fiery history. They would both have to make significant concessions, "Are we ready to do that? Can we do that?" Her first start was not good, "The pokers are in the fire, glowing nicely and I have oiled the rack" She deleted it and tried again, wanting to find a balance between her normal flippancy and how she really felt, feelings that she was struggling to suppress, not helped by a suspicion that she didn't want to suppress them. "It isn't a place to raise a family.....Where did that come from?" She wondered but she couldn't stop the rest of the thought that it would probably be a temporary arrangement. They would want to find somewhere better to do that but she knew that she was getting way ahead of herself. Constance sighed and decided to start with the wave that Coop's communication had made necessary. "I shall have to punish him for this." she thought, grinning wickedly as she set her mind to the Dear John wave to her employer, though to call her such was stretching it, given that she hadn't got her assignment yet, hadn't done anything productive and hadn't been paid, even though, technically, she had been on the payroll for a couple of weeks. In the circumstances it seemed appropriate that it hadn't got off the ground.
It was short but there didn't seem much else to say. Now for the wave to her ex-husband. "Why does that title sadden me?" she wondered. This state of confusion was getting to be a habit. She wasn't sure if she found it annoying or if she liked it. It did rather sum up her relationship with Coop.
She wondered if Coop would get the reference. It was a book that was popular in the England of The Earth that Was but she wasn't sure if it had made it across to the United States of the time. Feeling a bit better but knowing she needed the practice to try to keep up Coop she poured herself a stiff drink and then sat on the edge of the bed, thinking about the future, the past and might-have-beens. She didn't cry over the latter but it was a near run thing. |
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| Andrew Williams | Jul 8 2011, 04:18 PM Post #236 |
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@11/12/10 Andrew came from here. By now he was on the road. After hailing a taxi, Andrew had decided that now would be the right time to head home and do a little cleaning. The case was over, and there were no further obligations, no reason to delay his stay. Except, however, Ink. He would have to wait a while. Andrew didn't want to rush into any personal revenge just yet. Let the man relax for a while, think he's safe. He thought more about that. The man probably lived sleeping with one eye open. There was no doubt in his mind Ink had plenty more enemies then he alone to worry about. Still, it would have to wait. Right now he had to think about Adria. He was bringing this woman onto his ship, to his home. He had known for a few days at best, and yet she was comming anyway. The thought nearly left him breathless. He had had whores for company, and easy, attainable woman, but most of which only lasted momentarily. Adria was no whore. He admired her, respected her, and cared for her more than anyone. Nobody looked at him like she did. Not to mention the sex was incredibe. And so Andrew was going to do whatever he could to keep her interested. He would start out doing that by straightening up his little ship. Perhaps overtime buying a new one, one more sizeable for two. Andrew Ship. AKA: Home The cab waited outside. Andrew started by taring the dozzens of faces he had hanging randomly about his wall. Each of them represented people he had currently (or up until just recently) as targets. Along of which were a wide variety of maps, lists and codes. Next came the weapons. He gathered every fire-arm he owned, stuffing some of the smaller ones in padded suitcases, while the larger ones remained sprawled out neatly beneath his bed. His next quick job involved hiding away any personal posessions. A magazine or two (Atarah?), log book, and any other important information reharding the safety of his discretion. Lastly came cleaning up the garbage and making his bed. He set a few closed extra bags to bring along, just in case Adria needed more to carry. Before leaving, he made a file check on his computer. It took a double take to notice it blinked. Probably another job offer... He turned to leave, but curiousity drew him back. He pushed a button. |
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| Captain Jeremiah Hutchins | Jul 8 2011, 04:19 PM Post #237 |
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11/13/10 Hutch came from here. Hutch's thoughts were all over the place as he made his way to Bradford's Store and Residence. He was happy to know that he had something to do. Somewhere to go to keep his mind busy. He climbed the stairs and met up with Mac and Cooper. "Our wounded people are on the way back to the Constable for medical attention," he stated to no one in particular. He looked around at the stuff they had already started. "Need any help?" |
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| The Broker | Jul 8 2011, 04:20 PM Post #238 |
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11/13/10 Andrew's Ship She was glad to hear back from him. As soon as he picked up the message, it was programmed to wave her back. She was ready for it. She greeted him, eying him up one side and down the other, even though what Andrew saw was mere static. "Hey, Panther baby. I was beginning to think you were avoiding me." Panther... He was definitely a fine hunk of a man. "As much as I wouldn't like to chat with you a while, I'm not going to beat around the bush." A dollar figure displayed across the screen. "Could you handle a favor for me? It's a special one." |
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| Cooper Mandrake | Jul 8 2011, 04:21 PM Post #239 |
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11/14/10 “Keep in touch, Coop. I mean that.” I looked up at her, about to zip off a nice flippant police zinger; but she'd meant it. "Yeah." I said. Then I had a pretty brilliant idea, "you know there's a river on Greenleaf that's got trout the size of a Formosa rickshaw, they have a crane on the back of the boat to haul em out of the water," the boss came in then. "Our wounded people are on the way back to the Constable for medical attention, Need any help?" "Hello boss. Just making plans for a little fishing trip, we're about done here." Something else though. Something gnawing still. The other killer. "I sent in my resignation, so I'm heading out." more random killings, or another pattern? "I'm going back over to the Medical Center, take another crack at Bradford on my way." Hutch had no interest in the other murders. A snotty Sheriff, an influential Alliance Officer that had pushed us around, a room of other priviledged officers at the Elite Club. Was it a vigiliante killer taking advantage of us having eyes diverted? Wasn't there another target now? But I was going to get on a fast courier and go see Connie. Sheriff, Officers, Ink, the man that had accosted me to go see the boss, Reese being attacked, the Captain too. Something else. They'd come for the Bradford. Two forces that opposed us, yet ran parallel to him. Sorry Connie, just one more little thing to do. "He wouldn't answer any questions, I've got a couple more wearing on my mind." both true statements. But the questions I had weren't for the Butcher, I was just too blooming curious to see if all the pieces were going to fall. I picked up my Gilgamesh shotgun and a box of cartredges from near the front door where I had left them when I came in. |
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| Adria Stark | Jul 8 2011, 06:48 PM Post #240 |
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11/14/10 Adria came from here. Once she'd determined Eva and Akira had everything under control in the med bay, she grabbed a dose of painkiller and swallowed the pills dry. Between climbing into a window then turning around and hauling a fully grown man into that same window after her, followed by helping Akira and Hutch get the injured man from the whore's apartment back to the ship...the pain had gotten to a point where even she couldn't ignore it anymore. She took a hot shower, but kept it brief...she should start packing. Not that there was a whole lot to do, really...she'd only been there a few days. So much had happened in that time that it felt like months. Her wounds testified otherwise, though. Wandering back to her room, Adria re-bandaged her wounds. They'd torn open again a little. She hadn't noticed at the time, being hopped up on adrenaline and all. With her wounds taken care of and her ribs re-taped, Adria dug some clothes she usually wore for exercising from her bags and pulled them on. She set about gathering her things. Even though Andrew's disappearance without a word made her wonder a little, nothing had been said yet about her staying on longer and she didn't want to make assumptions in that regard. Adria came across a pair of her underwear, and looked at it in confusion for a moment...trying to remember how it had gotten ripped apart on one side. She smirked slightly when the appropriate mental image surfaced a second later. She tossed the underwear into the trash bin, and went back to gathering her scattered things and trying to bring some semblance of organization to them. |
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