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Post by B on Dec 3, 2007 2:27:26 GMT -5
"Excuse me." Nico apologized to Agent Rynolds.. Then Nico gave the Nevada CSI a stern look. Why would they send someone all they way from Nevada here? He wasn't informed of this man coming. He just shook his head and typed in a few things searching for a last second notice. There it was, straight from Jackpot. Sent not long ago. Nico sighed. He needed help but too much help would lead to disarray.
He looked up and saw the other two enter. There was the Ahkmed fellow. He nodded at them both. Nico was seconds from explaining things when the woman that corrected her name rudely turned away from them. Nico shrugged. 'So one's a bitch, ah well.' He thought to himself and figured he didn't need the extra stress so turned to the others.
"Right, thank you all for coming.." He started, "As you might have noticed Vale is a small town as is our crime rating, and our resources. Two people have gone missing recently. Ten year old Johnny Ailes and an outsider named Loise Reyes. A Twenty-nine year old from Texas." He continued.
"On November the twenty-fourth, that's exactly a week ago, Johnny was last spotted leaving his house with his friends. They went riding bikes out on Ming avenue where his friends noticed Johnny wasn't there." He explained. "Someone reported his bike laying on the sidewalk a block away from where his friends noticed him missing. There was nothing else. No signs of struggle, no witnesses. The boy just disappeared."
He shook his head. "Loise was reported missing in a hotel room she was sharing with her husband. Apparently the two came out for a vacation, arriving two nights before the report. This was on the 27th. At about 4pm the husband called in reporting that his wife was missing. He had said he had left her outside the hotel door for a minute to get his forgotten wallet and when he came back he saw nothing but a peacock feather."
He finished his short briefing, he'll get into the details later, but he'd rather tell them the out parts first and let them check out the files for the rest of the information.
"We don't know if both the kidnappings are relative but both people were taken without motive and without any trace of evidence that could link to someone. We've reached a dead end." He sighed.
He now decided to show them where they will be working. "We don't have a very large lab nor do we have a lot of tools but your level of experience should pay off enough. As for offices, I was only informed of Agents Rynolds, Hadeem, and Hu. We have your offices ready. Out in the lobby Officer Dillard will show you to them." He said then turned to Max. "Uh.." He stopped a second trying to remember his name. "Greevey correct? We'll have an office for you ready later. For now why don't you acquaint yourself to our labs. They're on the second floor. The stairs are through the chrome colored door in the lobby."
It was only smart to have the labs on the highest floor. If it were to explode under some accident below ground it could instantly topple the building. It was also accustomed to small PD's like Vale to have extra offices available in case of outside help. They were nothing fancy. Just a desk and a computer with a temporary paper nameplate with their names. Their computers have already been piled with the case information.
Nico then handed out a peice of folded paper to Hu, Ahkmed, and Rynolds (if she were still there.) It was the password to their computers. They didn't want anyone sneaking in any unnecessary information.
"One more thing." Nico said. "Vale isn't prone to having big cases.. Mostly drunk and disorderly, and your occasional disturbance of the peace. When cases this big start to get around.. Everyone wants to know. Remember that."
With that he looked towards his computer, basically signaling that the basic briefing was over. Their computers will brief them of the rest.
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Post by V on Dec 26, 2007 5:10:27 GMT -5
After hearing all the officer had given...Ahkmed and Carmen gave a glance at each other...both thinking the same thing. "The leads given to us hardly give us reason to spark an investigation..." "Well, Christina---" "Carmen." "Right, Chrissy, the way I see it...one of us will take the area the boy was last seen...and one of will take the hotel room." His hand then reached into his pocket, and he pulled out a nickel. "Flip you for the hotel room." Carmen rolled her eyes, and looked to the stairs. "So our offices are there. I'll take the sidewalk crime scene, I'm more comfortable working on the outside...being a toxicologist, I need to get a feel of the surrounding nature . Hopefully, they took the initiative to tape off the crime scene for us." Ahkmed nodded, and motioned her to go up the stairs. "Well..you going up?" The Korean woman started on her way...and Ahkmed was about to...but not before making fun of the CSI from Jackpot. "Hey, tiny. You should leave this job to the feds. We use real equipment, you know, haha. Not some of that cheap pencil lead and magnets."
Meanwhile, Carmen entered her assigned station, and had a look around. Was a nice little place...could almost be a hotel room...if there was a bathroom and shower..and a bed. There was a desk, a computer, a small leather sofa, a few potted plants, and a random bookcase, with books she'd never even knew existed. She laid her bag down, and approached the desk, letting her rear find the seat. A press off the boot up button, and a moment later, the old Dell came to life, and she punched in the code. When it had let her in, she could see there were some files she could look at, as well as a few empty ones for her to put in her own records, and a map to the two different crimes scenes. She'd need to upload the number manually to her GPS though. After writing them down, she felt there was enough time to do a little fishing through the given information, and so she did. While doing this, she heard the door creak open. Her peripheral vision was not that poor, despite needing glasses, and she could make out the uniform of the CSI from Nevada. She didn't shout at him to get out, nor greet him. He was fumbling through the bookcase to her right, and it seemed he was trying his best not get attention. -A respectable man- She thought to herself. She didn't mind his presence, and actually preferred some silent company over being alone. Eventually though, he had departed, and around the same time, she finished her little fishing game. A couple clicks of the mouse, and the computer was locked. Scooting out of the chair, and kneeling down to pick up her bag, the woman left the office, passing her mutual partner and the very CSI on her way out. They were fighting again...she couldn't do anything about it however...so she didn't try. Fumbling with her keys, she opened the door, before shouting "I'm head out to the sidewalk scene!" hoping someone would have heard her...and not be marked AWOL.
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Post by Turn 360 and walk away on Dec 26, 2007 21:55:04 GMT -5
"Hey, tiny. You should leave this job to the feds. We use real equipment, you know, haha. Not some of that cheap pencil lead and magnets." Max stopped mid step, and craned his head towards the funny-man behind him. "You know, I'm just gonna agree with you. Last thing we need is a bomb going off... oh, wait..." He made a look of terror at the parking lot, and jogged up the steps, not before letting his lips peel apart in concealed laughter. The labs were relatively nice. Until he got to his, at the end of the hall. A couple guys in gray-green jumpsuits opened his door as Max approached it, causing both parties to jump in surprise. "Hehe... sorry... just setting up the equipment." the taller of the two nervously reported. the shorter had a newly-lit cigar hanging out of the left corner of his mouth, and simply tipped his dusty hat in Max's direction before scurrying behind the first. When the clicking of their boots echoed up the stairwell, Max stepped into his office. Furnishings were... sparse... to say the least. An office chair that looked like it was woven from icepicks and sandpaper, a Mac the the dinosaurs might have invented, and a potted tree in the corner. He might have to hit up the feds for some reading material. At least the windows were newly washed. After transferring the notes on his notebook into the computer, and playing a couple hands of solitaire, he went to his neighbors. The woman was studying her computer, (looked like it was at least made in this century, he noted) and the man was hovering over something he couldn't see. Max walked in and did his best not to disturb the woman. She seemed fine, at least for an agent in the second most pompous, over-inflated franchise he knew (second only to Starbucks). He made his way to the bookshelf behind the FBI agents and thumbed through the selection. A lot of instruction manuals, and a couple booked stamped "property of Arther B. Manchester High school." A Shel Silverstein and something that looked like a Biology textbook. He took those. Walking out, books under his arm, he bumped into the man and he flared. Max retorted, the other parried and lunged at Max's Jugular, Max countered...; The woman left, but Max sure didn't hear her.
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Post by D on Jan 2, 2008 14:23:47 GMT -5
She watched as everyone left and then re-entered the room. Jennica had heard everything, even if it seemed as if she wasn’t paying attention earlier. The woman adjusted her glasses and took the piece of paper from Nico. “I have a question.” She began, “Officer Cerra? Cerra, has anything like this happen before? Any crimes that could be possibly related to this one?” Jennica kept standing and then shook her head. “Never mind…Forget I even asked…” “I wonder…if this is one of those cases…” She said rather quietly as she left the small room. Jennica stopped at the office she was to use and took out of her cell phone. She quickly dialed her driver’s number and sighed. “Can you get the usual? Yes…we need to see…Of course, of course…It’s strange….yes, a small place…and such a big case…Please, Art…This is concerning how we’re going to handle this…Thank you. Art, hurry and find the stuff we need.” She hung up and took a seat at her computer.
After turning on the computer, she typed in her code and looked through some of the files. She got off of her chair and adjusted her glasses. “How bothersome…” Jennica paced the room with her hand to her chin and then finally, she took her seat in front of the computer once more. With a few clicks, her computer was locked and she headed out of the office with a crumpled piece of paper in her pocket.
“Fighting?” Jennica passed the two men and then heard the shout of the woman from earlier.
Well that’s good, she thought, I wonder about these two.
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Post by B on Jan 2, 2008 14:54:19 GMT -5
Jennica had asked him a question when she took the paper from his hands but shrugged it off before he could answer. Nico rubbed his head when his office was finally empty. "This is gonna be a long case." He mumbled. Two of his helpers had already grown severed ties with each other.
Nico stood from his seat and walked over to his window and opened it. One was already getting to work. Good, at least one competent person exists. Nico walked out of the room and passed the two who were fighting. He wasn't going to say anything. One was lower than him and that would be the CSI but the other could get him in a world of trouble so why get on his bad side?
Nico bent down to pick up a randomly fallen pen. On the cap was a peice of paper wedged in between it. "Maroni's Munchies" was written on it. The hell's that supposed to mean? He shrugged, free pen for him. He threw away the small slab of paper and tucked the pen into his shirt pocket next to a blue one.
Now it was time to take action again. Instead of looking for direct evidence he's just going to drive around. That's all he could think to do. He's spent too much time at the crime scene. Maybe there's a clue further down. He passed through the station's front door and entered his cruiser then took off.
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Post by V on Jan 25, 2008 11:29:21 GMT -5
Carmen arrived at the crime scene maybe half an hour later, and was happy to see it taped off, with an officer guarding it. She showed him her badge and he allowed her to cross. There wasn't much to observe...a bike laying on the ground and a sidewalk. Nothing that could be used as physical evidence. "We're probably going to to have to take this in to the lab..." he said aloud. She went back into her truck, and returned with a field kit, with a newer Nikon camera. Going back under the tape, she started taking photos of the scene, picking out different angles. After being satisfied with photos of it unchanged, she slipped on a pair of neoprene gloves, and lifted the bike, hoping to see something fishy underneath. Nothing. Guess their clues would be on the bike...but she would need help moving it. Her phone had logged the numbers of the other agents...she knew Ahkmed would be busy, so she didn't even consider him. Nico seemed to have had to much on his mind right now, and she didn't want to bother him. The other female agent just seemed bitchy, but the CSI from jackpot...perhaps he could help. Quickly, she dialed his cell number, amazed service still was available here. Then she got his voicemail. "Yes, Mr. Greevey. This is Agent Hu from the FBI. Uhh...I have scoped out the scene as best I can, and am convinced we'll only get information ot of it if we take the bike back to the lab. Issue is, I don't have much experience moving evidence, and since CSIs seem to do that alot...well, I could use you. Meet me at the coordinates I am going to upload to your phone."
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Post by Turn 360 and walk away on Jan 26, 2008 1:53:26 GMT -5
The dark-skinned man was incessantly picking at Max now... nothing was even relevant to what the argument started out as, nor did either of them care. "redneck" here, "towel-headed taxi driver" there, another "we might have nukes, and if we do, we might use them", and "we do have nukes, and we have used them" Max's phone was buzzing in his pocket, but he figured he'll get the voice mail a little later. "Uh-oh... looks like you're 'big town' of three trailers and a gas station wants you back." "At least, if they did, I could fly back." With that, Max walked out of the room, books in hand, and shut the door. Whether Akmed, or whatever, was walking out the door, or on the other side of the room, didn't matter. Max knew he was being a jackass, and he didn't mind. It felt good.
"Yes, Mr. Greevey. This is Agent Hu from the FBI. Uhh...I have scoped out the scene as best I can, and am convinced we'll only get information out of it if we take the bike back to the lab. Issue is, I don't have much experience moving evidence, and since CSIs seem to do that a lot...well, I could use you. Meet me at the coordinates I am going to upload to your phone." he hit 7 on his keypad. "Message Erased. returning to mai-" he closed the clamshell phone and wrote down the address. Mapquest really was a wonder. "Be safe, little guy. Agent Hu picked me to go help her out."
The crime scene was taped off, but they weren't protecting much. A fallen bike, and a little crabgrass growing through the gap in the sidewalk. "Agent Hu? I believe you called for a little assistance? have you already taken pictures of the scene? general and detail? Three each?" She didn't say "no". Close enough. "So.... you want to... move that bicycle.... to the labs..." he played with the left cuff of the little white neoprene gloves he had. "ProEvolution... a free sample. pretty good, if not a little thin." Max stretched it tight over his hand, and glanced over the rest of the scene. Nothing would have survived, even if it was there. Foot traffic, intense sun, wind. "There's no way we can make that happen... it'll have to be processed on-scene. he jogged back to the car and got a big black bag. "Do we even know what we're supposed to be looking for? I guess... well... You have any Hefty's?" and there he was, taping up an isolated environment in the back of a Tahoe. "this should do fine as transport. Anything that strikes me as obvious to test needs to be done up there... You want shotgun?
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Post by D on Feb 29, 2008 1:35:30 GMT -5
"Hello...? How unfortunate. They won't let you bring it out. Have you told them about what it's for?" She adjusted her glasses and walked out of the station's front door. With a look of annoyance, she stepped onto the side walk and looked around. To the right side, it was almost clear and to the left, there were more people. "Don't leave. I'll get there myself. I'll pay you even if you do not drive me." She ended the call, and look once more to the left and the right.
"Right." She took the right because there would be less people to run into. She walked at a normal pace, was calm, and didn't seem to hurry, but the crime she was to solve was bothering her. "Cerra said...he said that there was nothing." Jennica said to herself as she walked to her destination. "This can't be another one of those cases..." She didn't like being bothered and she didn't like the thought she was having. She would just need to read for a bit and then go visit the scenes. "Always seemed to work better that way..."
"First step is collecting all possible information, ma'am." Her driver said when she entered the library. She looked at him and he led her to a table covered with papers and books. Jennica took a seat down and adjusted her glasses. "Before Vale, History of Vale, Vale's newspaper for today...Oh, and on the computer behind us...The library put some of Vale's old newspapers onto their computers...So we might find something in there." Art nodded and took a seat beside her after passing Jennica a book.
She opened the book and then smiled for once. "You've helped me a lot." Jennica turned the page and he nodded as he read. She turned another page and secretly looked up at him. Art was reading beside her and helping her out. Thank you, she thought. Jennica turned the page and when she looked down at the page, her eyes narrowed. She adjusted her glasses again. "You've been by my side for a long time..." She began, "and we are just starting this, but the more we get into it..."
"We could be put into danger." Art interrupted without looking up. "This could be another one of those cases..."
"..."
"Ma'am...I'll be glad to drive you to the crime scenes after you are done here...or back to the station. I'm sure the others will have something to share with you."
"Yes, I'll need to request background checks on the victims...and see those crime scene photos...if there are any."
"If there are any bodies..."
"Yes, Art...We need everything...But I would like to read through this and write some notes..." And so the two continued.
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Post by B on Mar 1, 2008 3:07:47 GMT -5
Nico had been driving for a while now. Only now did he wonder why he was randomly driving. If only the people helping him knew how close he was to being pulled from the case. There was just so little to connect anyone to. They've interrogated so many people. The only people they failed to interrogate fully was little Johnny's friends. Mostly because nothing connected them to the crime scene, they had said they were buying baseball cards at the time, they hadn't seen Johnny at all. Maybe he should talk with them, no, he should get one of the others to talk to the kids. A couple were agents, that'd sure intimidate the kids, a police lieutenant wasn't going to be as well.
Nico turned his car around and began heading back the way he came, intent on heading back to the station and see if the others were there or not. From the looks of it they all seemed intent on helping only themselves solve the case, Nico included but he had to bring them together, it was obvious one or two minds wouldn't be enough or else this case would've been cracked by now.
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Post by Turn 360 and walk away on Mar 1, 2008 4:09:00 GMT -5
Agent Hu had declined Max, and that left him sitting alone in the boat they rented him, tapping his thumbs against the steering wheel in beat to a Jon Bon Jovi rock ballad, Lost somewhere in between Stockton and the Twilight Zone. "Must've missed my exit" "Nah, you're fine." "I'm getting back on to the surface streets." "Why? You're fine." "This looks familiar." He turned off, despite the arguments from the "always gotta be right" side of him. Ended up driving through some serene countryside. a couple commercials for a new miracle weight loss drug, the DJ blathering incessantly for a couple minutes, and halfway though Survivor's Eye of the Tiger, he ended up back in the city. A waste of time like no other. He thought he saw Nico on the way to the labs, but that could have been anyone. He didn't signal.
Back in the lab, with the bike wrestled onto a table, Max began testing. Everything. Printed it all. Most of it belonged to the kid. A few partials tat matched himself, -gloves are too thin-, he noted to get a new box, and a few palms on the bottom of the frame. Max sent all this, including his, down, and continued. He sprayed it down with Luminol, and found it almost maddeningly clean. The kid didn't even have a paper cut on his finger. He looked over the frame again, and he dusted a little more, before rage quitting and reading up more on his High School biochem. ON the underside of the seat, near where the seat was connected to the frame, all the way down to the gear was clean. Spokes were clean. clean. clean. clean! clean! clean! clean! He moved back to the handlebars, and looked at the brakes.This time, he dusted without any heed to protocol. The areas were charcoal-black in some spots. Max lightly blew some of it away. As if this might yield a different result. Lots of dust stayed, in fact. None of it was in any particular order. He blew some more. The particles behaved like a liquid. He took a two swabs of the area, sent one to the local lab rats, and kept one for Agent Hu. She's gotta be better than these guys. He finished the chapter on Protein Synthesis, and paced the halls, waited for the results of his mystery goo? Whatever it may be, it wasn't okay.
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Post by D on Apr 6, 2008 0:01:09 GMT -5
A chair was pushed back and she got out of it. "Art." She said it so suddenly that it caused her driver to look up. "I..." Her eyes slowly looked at the ground and she stopped speaking for a while. Jennica knew a little story that fit so well with this place and what she had read. She no longer felt comfortable being in Vale, and she wanted to leave so badly, but that couldn't be done. This case needed to be solved. "I'm going to check out the books."
"Hmm, Ma'am? I see...I will go get the things you printed. You may wait for me in the car."
She watched as he left to pick up the papers and when he turned the corner, she gathered up all the books and took her notes. "I'll need these books." She told the librarian and the librarian just shook his head. In this situation, Jennica felt that it was unnecessary to tell him who she was. "What can I do to get them?" The librarian explained to her that he wouldn't let her bring the books out, but she could copy the pages. Shit, that meant paying. Jennica adjusted her glasses and looked around. "Mind if I copy a few pages then? I'll pay for them..." The librarian showed her to the machines and after many minutes, she took a pile papers with her.
Art met her as she exited the library and laughed at her. She told him that the librarian wouldn't let her bring it out in few words and after, they exchanged some words about the information they had found. Once that was done, they headed back to the station and when they arrived, she entered and he waited outside again.
Jennica looked around the halls as she headed back to her office, but she didn't see any of the others. "..." She walked into her office and quickly spread the sheets of paper across her desk. She taped some to the nearest wall and then pinned others onto a cork board she found in her office. Some papers had highlighter marks on them and others had pen marks. By the time she was done, she realized that the librarian, that had helped her earlier, copied more pages than she needed. He made her pay for more, but she ignored it.
"...It could be anywhere though." She said and then picked up a newspaper. "That's just a story..." She shook her head and then looked down at the newspaper. Jennica leaned against a wall free of papers and read. "Two bodies disappear without a trace. The remains reappear eight days later." She read out loud and then read the rest silently. After reading the news article, she wondered about the others. Maybe they found something.
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