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Post by B on Nov 20, 2007 20:22:07 GMT -5
Vale was a small city, the crime rates were low (Even though the town is in California.) and the winters only brought a slight chill.
Recently, two people have gone missing, one identified as Loise Reyes, 29, and Johnny Ailes. The police department have put their effort to finding them but so far, their attempts went very unsuccessful.
Out of town PD's and the FBI have shown little progress in getting a guy over to assist in the investigation. The VPD was unfortunately, quite small and didn't have alot of officers or equipment.
(Sorry, bad intro but it gave a run down on everything.)
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Post by Turn 360 and walk away on Nov 21, 2007 0:02:32 GMT -5
The sun beat down on gray asphalt, and the buildings gleamed with an intense light. A dulled blue bus drove away, pulling into a rear parking lot. The dust it picked up laid siege to a man's head, causing him to squint. He wore a green baseball cap, with a sun-bleached embroidered catfish on the front. His shirt was a rich black, with the words "Viva..." and a stack of poker chips emblazoning the back. He had on a pair of loose blue jeans, held on by an old leather belt. White Nikes finished of the "fresh outta vacation" look. In his left hand he held a small expandable briefcase, in his right a pair of seemingly brand new sunglasses. Shaking his head and slipping the silvery eye wear over his ears, he began to kick dust around, mumbling something at the departed bus. The man walked off the blacktop and entered a convenience store, and asked for directions to the police department. the clerk was eying the briefcase nervously, and he opened it. Nothing in it but some paper, a black suit and a badge. He asked for the restroom, and quickly changed into his black shirt, pants, and a vest. The man thanked the lady behind the desk, and walked out, cringing at the annoying tinkling of the bell. "Jackpot Police Department" was written across the back of the vest, now blending into the glare of the noon sun. He opened the door of the police office, and a blast of cold air hit him. A/C was on full blast. he flashed his badge, and the black woman at the front desk pointed him left.
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Post by B on Nov 21, 2007 2:11:32 GMT -5
(Damnit, I suppose I'll rejoin it. But I'm giving the short short version intro.. I don't want to retype my fabulous previous post..)
Mexican guy, Nico (Forgot last name.) VPD officer. Burnt eggs, clean clothes. Car, work.
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Post by D on Nov 21, 2007 16:49:41 GMT -5
"Jennica R. Rynolds...Vale's PD want help with a big crime...well for them...but we didn't take time to send anyone... Since, you just finish a big case and are just sitting on your ass...Go out and exercise and come back with the case solved. Don't show your ass or your face here unless you come back with a solved crime, ya hear? If you do, I swear...I swear to Jesus..Grr...Just don't make us look bad."
"Yes sir..."
"Be a good little Indian--" "Native American...according to the books..."
"Whatever...Just go!"
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A black sedan pulled up in front of Vale's Police Department, and out came a slender woman with light brown skin. Her long brown hair had been braided up and most of her hair was out of the way, except for a few small baby hairs. She wore a long, black leather coat, and was obviously unaffected by the heat. She had neatly fixed black slacks, and to finish her whole wardrobe off, she had on black boots and gloves.
The woman took out on hand from her pocket and put on some frame less, squarish glasses. Behind those glasses were serious brown eyes that showed that she was here on business and nothing else. She sighed and slowly took off her leather gloves. "...Hmph." was all she said when she shoved the gloves into her coat's jacket. "Art, what is this place?" She asked him politely, as she pulled out a duffel bag from the front seat. "Vale Police Department...Jennica" "Thank you..."
Jennica walked into the building and was greeted by a sudden blast of cold air. She sighed and blew a strand of hair away from her face and looked at the woman at the front desk. "Who're you?" The black woman asked. "Jennica R. Rynolds. I'm here to help with the current investigation of the missing persons...Here's my badge..." She showed the woman her badge and sighed. "Finally, they send at least one person!" "Yes, I came far...I suppose...that you can see that easily..." "Yes, yes...this way." The black woman led Jennica and all she did was follow.
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Post by V on Nov 21, 2007 19:30:55 GMT -5
"Damn this country and their racial putdowns!! Just because my name Ahkmed Hadeem, I am not number 1, 7, 18, or 22! The badge means nothing!!"The man of the middle-east left the airport in San Fransisco. His black hair was crew cutted, and he wore the generic "agent" uniform. Scruffy facial hair and shaded glasses completed the look. He was straight from the FBI HQ in the east, and was assigned a vehicle here...which seems to have been stolen. "You're kidding me! Someone stole my car!!! Bah! I'm going to be a late." His eyes went to a man coming off his motorcycle. Seeing this opportunity, he ran up to him, flashed his badge, and said "I'm am commandeering this vehicle in the name of the Federal Bureau of Investigation." Without heeding a word of protest, he simply took the helmet from the man, hopped on the bike, and peeled out from the parking lot. "God...err..Allah...whoever...I am screwed."
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Couple of hours later, he arrived in Vale...an spotted his very SUV in the PD parking lot. "Wasn't that my...oh...I'm going to get his ass..." There was a silhouette in it still, so he banged on the shaded window hard. The window was rolled down, and a female was in the seat. She was dressed much like him..save a few things. Instead of a tie, she had a black ribbon tied around her neck, a skirt instead of pants, and heels. A pair of wire elliptical glasses rest in front of her slanted brown eyes. Her jet black hair was medium length, with seemingly random blondish highlights. "Are they ready for me yet?"
"Who the hell are you?!" Ahkmed demanded. "You took my car!"
The woman flashed her badge. "My name is Carmen Hu. I'm an investigator from the FBI branch in Montpelier, Vermont. I specialize in toxicology...and this is a government vehicle...who do you think you are?" He flashed his badge in response. "Ahkmed Hadeem, from the FBI Headquarters in DC. I specialize in explosives...don't you even crack a smile. But...that doesn't explain why this car...which was assigned to ME, was taken by YOU!"
"Wait, wait! From what I can tell...the men are still missing...Why were we called in? The car is beside the point now...besides...I'd swap this for that bike anyday." The asian woman mused.
The middle-eastern man nodded in agreement, and his anger seemed to go just as it came. "Perhaps we should find out...about the calling us in. And why from the East coast? That is where Vermont is, right?"
".....Yes..."
The two of them entered the front of the building together...but the black receptionist seems to have left. "Well..this is great." Ahkmed said disgruntled. "Should we wait for that person to come back? Or wander aimlessly. You'd think they'd clear their schedule if they knew the FBI was coming."
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Post by Turn 360 and walk away on Nov 22, 2007 1:48:51 GMT -5
The man from Jackpot walked down the hall of executive offices, and found one with the nameplate "Dennis Keppler" stuck to the top of the brass door. The entire wall facing the interior of the building was windowed, however all the blinds were drawn, and light was scarce to be seen past them. An Indian woman walked past, and he smiled and nodded, still waiting for a sign of life from beyond the glass barrier. He scratched his chin, slow, deliberate movements across a graying beard, and implemented a clumsy half-about face, and looked at the lady in the office across from Dennis. Almost obviously a PR, taking into account all the jargon she was spewing through a little black headset wrapped around her ear. She glanced up from her double monitors and made eye contact with the man opposite, immediately dropping her call and standing up. "Hello. I'm Tabitha Raimey, Public Relations and Personal Assistant to Captain Keppler. Did you need something?" "Uhh, yeah... I was told that I'd meet Mister Keppler here, and ten?" She thumbed through a little black notebook, whipping her eyes side to side feverishly. "Ah! Yes. Captain Keppler had an appointment that ran over. he shouldn't be more than... "She glanced backwards at the clock in her much-to-cheery office, "...fifteen minutes. If you'd like, you can pull up a chair and wait in here. I find it much too chilly in the reception area." "Ma'am, where I come from, A/C repairmen won't even make the trip out to the calls. Ceiling fans have the same issue."
"Very cute... Viva Las Vegas. I like it." the balding Captain mused as the novelty shirt spilled out of the briefcase, escaping with the papers. "Maxwell Greevey, You realize this is a seemingly unsolvable murder case, not... "he stressed that as if life and limb depended on the word. "...A sightseeing trip. So... you are a CSI Level Two, huh? Pretty high-and-mighty for a hick town like jackpot." "Sir, If i may speak freely, jackpot has grown into a popular tourist destination for those too poor for Vegas. It's on the way, heists are common, and it's usually a warm-up hit. They're usually readying up for Reno or something. And anyways, that shirt was fifty percent off with a gas purchase." "Well, time for the formalities, I regret to inform you." Captain Keppler picked up an orange packet and slit it across the desk to Max. he undid the brad and took out the pictures, cycling through them one by one. Keppler gave him a second and continued. "I assume you are aware of the current situation. What you're looking at is Loise Rayes' Apartment. No signs of forced entry, no one heard anything, and it was in broad daylight. Only two cars left. One was the pizza guy. His alibi checks out. The other was identified as Rayes' personal car." "No sign of forced entry. No struggle. Did she have a boyfriend? Husband? It was someone she knew." "Husband's in L.A. and her brother's comatose from a cocaine OD." "I'm gonna go check out the scene." "I'll drive."
The small, two-room apartment was serenely untouched as the duo opened the door and walked in. Laundry was strewn across the couch, most half folded. There was a single garment laying in the middle of the floor, with one sleeve on a hanger's arm. it was a snow-white, lacy dress. "Not the place I'd put that." "The television was set to Oxygen when we came in." "My wife used to watch that." "I don't know what idiot touched it." In complete disregard to that, max continued. "A gown like that wouldn't be thrown around. Five hundred dollars for a down payment, that thing is gonna last a few generations." "I bought my daughter one from the same people." "Let's play the assume game for a bit." "You know that won't hold up in court" "Yep. The gown was half through getting put away. can we assume she would have cared about it a lot?" "Sure." "Which means nothing would have allowed her to drop it on the grimy, sticky, pollutant-laden floor?" "Sounds good. you do know that this won't make it-" "Yes. is it safe then, to assume that something came between her and the dress?" "You're saying you think she was taken when she was folding laundry? Where in the hell does that get us!?" "Pieces to the puzzle. When did the husband leave?" "Midnight two days ago." "So the television wouldn't be set to "Women's Television", and she was across the room. she probably used the remote, right?" "No one these days has time to surf one channel at a time." "So why then is it over there, if not someone else in the room," he gestured with his thumb to the kitchen counter." She was busy with the clean laundry, and nothing's been touched in the kitchen." "I still don't see your point, Greevey." "Pieces to the puzzle. Did you look for anything on the cigarette butts in here?"
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Post by D on Nov 23, 2007 14:25:34 GMT -5
"So where you from?" "Depends..." Jennica followed after the woman with her hands in her pockets. She knew people liked to use the AC when it was hot, but did they have to blast it all the way up? "So what are you again?" "Investigator..." The black receptionist sighed and stopped for a moment. "Are we playing the one word answers, lady?" Jennica just stared at the woman for a moment and then nodded. "No, I'm not." She answered, making the receptionist more annoyed. "Ok...So what do you do and where do you work?" They began to walk again. "I work around LA, but the cases I take don't usually happen around there...so I'm hardly in LA."
Jennica told the receptionist her other answer and continued to follow. "Why'd the FBI send a profiler?" Jennica just followed the receptionist. "Was a profiler..." Jennica corrected. "We're here..." "I see...I'll remember, but excuse me. I need to go back and get my bag...I left it on your desk." Jennica turned around and retraced her steps to the receptionist's desk with the black woman following close behind her. "So you're an FBI agent...?" "Sure..." Jennica stopped at the desk and took the handles of her duffel bag. "Thanks for telling me where to go..."
The receptionist looked to the side and saw more FBI agents. "More agents...Why would they send two more to a small town like this one?" Jennica turned and looked at the agents. They really did follow the 'agent dress code'. "Hmm...It could be the case..." She said to the receptionist. She already knew about some of the case, but of course, she would need to check in with he people leading it.
Small town with a small crime rate. Two people go missing without a trace at all. First, the girl disappears, and then the boy disappears a day after. These cases are probably connected...I should check their places. I have a feeling that this case won't be...too normal...
"My name is Jennica R. Rynolds from LA...I didn't come from LA though...came from up north because of a case I had..." She said explaining the coat that she had on. "You must have been sent here because of the case they have and I was sent here for the same reason...We'll probably be working together, so what are your names?" Jennica asked. She adjusted her glasses and looked around, waiting for their answers.
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Post by V on Nov 24, 2007 1:59:10 GMT -5
Ahkmed raised an eyebrow at the black woman, and spoke in a cynical tone. "Well...I am sorry if you were expecting psychics, but if you send request for agent assistance...you'll likely get agents. It's a pretty age old equation...but...I guess it is pretty new." The female agent rolled her eyes, and gave him a smack on the shoulder. "Excuse his...less than sunny disposition. I'm Agent Hu, this is Agent Hadeem...I think. We've come to help with the investigation, and learn everything you do about the missing persons, or what may have happened to them."
She then turned to Jennica, and nodded. "And are you...CIA? Local PD?" She soon recognized her as an FBI agent. "Oh...I am sorry. I don't usually see agents who go casual. Pardon that. We're both investigators, and it would help if you told us all you know as of now, and anyone else who is working or going to be working with us."
Carmen turned to her involuntary partner and nodded. He shook his head. "Not my fault I don't have very good people skills. They always call me a terrorist."
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Post by B on Nov 26, 2007 0:05:54 GMT -5
The cruiser came up to a stop in the police parking lot. The tinted skinned man exited the vehicle and walked past a couple of people. He didn't know who they were and didn't much care at the moment, little did he know those were the contacts he had to brief on the case he took on. He had so much confidence at the start.
Upon entering the station he mumbled greetings to the few officers who worked in the station and entered his office. "Nico Cerra" He mumbled his own name and let out a curse as he moved his name plate into a more noticeable position. He then slammed his head on his desk wearily. A long day awaited him.
(filler)
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Post by D on Nov 26, 2007 0:37:54 GMT -5
"And are you...CIA? Local PD?" The CIA wouldn't be working on a case like this and Jennica doubted that a Vale officer would dress like her. "Oh...I am sorry. I don't usually see agents who go casual. Pardon that. We're both investigators, and it would help if you told us all you know as of now, and anyone else who is working or going to be working with us."
"Right now...all I know that this city has a small crime rate and that the girl disappeared first and then a day later a boy disappears...without a trace apparently..." She then started to walk back to the door the receptionist had led her to. "We should meet the man with more on this." Jennica said, disappearing through doors that led to the hall. She held her duffel bag handles tightly and looked at her watch. She still needed to get her hotel room.
She stopped at the door and noticed that it was partly opened. "Nico Cerra..." Jennica pushed opened the door and read his name plate aloud. "...Hmm. Are you the one who is to tell us about the special Vale case?" She asked, taking a step inside of the office. She looked down at the man and her eyebrow raised. "Are you awake...'Cerra'?" She tried to say his last name right, but she wasn't too sure on how to pronounce it. Jennica stood there waiting for a response and then adjusted her frameless glasses.
'These people finally get a serious case...and all they do is take naps...How nice...'
"...Hello?"
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Post by Turn 360 and walk away on Dec 1, 2007 13:31:33 GMT -5
Coming back from the woman's apartment, Max Greevey took shotgun, the captain afraid of hurting his prized Suburban. "Because in a car lke this, it would take a whole five collapsed buildings to put a dent in this monstrosity." he thought. The Ocean Blue SUV drove up to a fence, and Keppler hit a button that looker kind of like a garage door opener. Part of the fence slit left, and the car moved forward, into the parking lot. max noticed the cars in front. A black sedan, sport motorcycle, and a rental SUV. "Odd little mix of cars. Who'd you call in anyways?" "Anyone I could get a hold of. Now, don't slam the door." Back in the drab hallway, the savior that is the Air Conditioner unit was working overtime. max scratched his chin, "I need to shave" he thought, with the bill of his hat. "This is the guy you want to talk to. Cerra. He probably knows as much about this case as me, if not more." Koppler smirked, and pointed to a door down the hall. "There he is. I'll be in my office if you need anything." Max walked a bit farther, and turned into the door. There was already someone in there, standing at his desk. He silently opened the door and walked in. "Cerra? I was told to talk to you about this case?" He looked to the woman in front of him, and noted the annoyed look on her face. "You alive? Hello. I'm Maxwell Greevey, by the way." he looked towards the latino behind the desk and back to the woman in front of him, and held out his hand in a bid for acquaintanceship.
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Post by B on Dec 1, 2007 17:44:20 GMT -5
"I'm awake..." Nico mumbled as he brought his tired head up from the table. A couple people. They probably wanted to know about his current case. He had to talk to a couple but he was informed of only two females and one guy. One was missing.
He had files about them, of course. He didn't let them send people without background. He brought up the files and squinted. The only thing the files lacked were picture ID. 'Suggesting that this woman is black, the possibilities of her having the last name 'Hu' Was unlikely.' He thought to himself and looked at the man then at the name on the list and knew this wasn't the guy on the list but he wouldn't jump to conclusions..
"Let me guess..." He said and looked at the woman. "Jennica Reynolds?" He asked then turned to the guy and glanced at the name again and cocked an eyebrow. "And err.. Ahkmed Hadeem?" He asked the other man. If this wasn't Ahkmed, then what the hell was he doing in his office? He wanted to see badges and wanted name confirmations.
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Post by V on Dec 2, 2007 0:39:22 GMT -5
The two looked at each other, then shrugged, before following behind Jennica. "I'm still not sure of this..." Carmen began. "Who would be so important to the entire country that the FBI would be called in. I mean, kidnapping cases are not our job. They have their own team of CSIs a few miles from here..." "Maybe it is the presidents daughter." Ahkmed suggested, in a joke of course. "Dear god." She said and stopped. Facing the male agent, she began to rant. "You're not even considering what I am saying. Don't you think this goes deeper than a kidnapping case?" "No." "... Are you even on to think deeply on things?" "When the mood feels necessary." "Why...why did you even become an agent then?" "Set my standards low that year." "Gah! You're not helping!" "Listen, lady." Ahkmed finally sounded serious. "Alright, what if it is a powerful figure. What if it is deeper than a kidnapping case? Why worry about it? We're going to find out about it sooner or later. And if it not? Well...then I guess the agency is just desperate to get some publicity."
With that, he went past the doors, leaving Carmen to her thoughts again. "Maybe I am thinking to hard on this..." She said to herself, before following inside behind him. "What's this?" The male agent looked at the gathering of people. "Aww...what a shame. We were late for the party. I hope there are still some party favors left." He gave a cool look to the latino officer, before whipping out his badge. "Agent Ahkmed Hadeem. At your service." Carmen groaned, and gave him a good kick behind the shin. "An idiot since I met you..." she mumbled to him, and while he was hopping around, she calmly presented her identification. "Agent Carmen Hu." She relayed to Nico. "I assume you are head of this case. Why don't you start off by telling us everything."
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Post by Turn 360 and walk away on Dec 2, 2007 0:54:19 GMT -5
"...Ahkmed Hadeem?" "And I thought I was tired today." He pulled out his badge half-heartedly. "Maxwell Greevey. Jackpot, Nevada CSI. Level Two. Yes, 'Jackpot' is real. No, I cannot point to it on a map." Cerra typed away at the keyboard. "Agent Ahkmed Hadeem. At your service." "Agent Carmen Hu." Two more people walked into the now very crowded room. they were both in generic black suits, and looked like they stepped right out of a bad spy thriller. "Agent? Like, FBI? I thought this was just a kidnapping." Max shot a look at Cerra. "Why national bureaus? Isn't that a bit excessive?"
(little bit of filler action. can't do much without commandeering another char.)
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Post by D on Dec 3, 2007 0:00:20 GMT -5
"Rynolds...agent..." She adjusted her glasses and looked around once more. Jennica turned her eyes to a clock and checked the time. After this she would need to hit the library and then check out the homes of the missing. Jennica looked around again and took her time taking out her badge. "Not Reynolds..." She shoved the badge into her pocket and backed up to the door, feeling a bit crowded.
Agent? Like, FBI? I thought this was just a kidnapping." She saw Greevy turn to Nico, and at this she adjusted her glasses. "Why national bureaus? Isn't that a bit excessive?"
If this was really just a kidnapping she wouldn't have been sent to this small town in the first place. "Hmm..." She stood there wondering about what was in store for her. Jennica already had something in mind and all she needed was a quick trip to the library to find out. "Newspapers and history books..." She muttered to herself, turning away from the others. Working with other people was troublesome to her. "..." Jennica turned back and adjusted her glasses. This was going to be an intresting case.
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