Order: Observation room 1: 6:54 pm
Alley in new Downtown: 7:02 pm
Corner of Barbra and Hanum: 8:50 pm
Saint Bartholomew: 1421 San Palo Street: 8:21 pm
Order: Observation room 1: 8:22 pm
Streets of Old Downtown: 7:12 pm
Once clean up is finished, all the detectives file in to John's car and head back to the office. Kevin holds tight the lap top as the car gets stuck in Downtown traffic.
[Geoff]
Geoff sighs one of his Immortals-have-nothing-but-time-though-I-hate-traffic sighs. "Just our luck; I can see the headlines now. 'Vampire Clan Warfare Erupts Due to Gridlock at Rush Hour.' Don't we have lights and a siren we can use?"
[Kevin]
The Te'maroan exhales visibly and audibly as he relaxes in the passenger's seat and lightly closes his eyes, remarking sarcastically, "Good, then they can blame the TRANSIT System instead of us... just the break I was hoping for!". Kevin opens his left only and peeks at Geoff's reaction and smirks momentarily before sitting up in his seat again and adjusting himself so as to slid the laptop directly under his seat behind his feet. " I wonder what would be on this PC that is so important to the Vamps,...I just hope it gives us some solid leads." Kevin states with exasperation in his voice. The stocky Detective runs his fingers through his thick, jet black locks as sits up and ask, "So how's your ribs brah? You took a pretty nasty hit during the raid, although I must say the hang time you had WAS priceless...
[Geoff]
Geoff chuckles at Kevin's reply to his remark about the traffic. But laughs out loud at the "hangtime" remark. He finally drops it to a chuckle and says, "Yeah, it hurt, but they're fine now. A bit tender maybe. But I should be all better by the time Bekka decides to shoot me." He shrugs, then flips a coin in his head, then says, "So, how was your...sabbatical?"
[Kevin]
The Te'Maroan visibly adjust in his seat and looks away at the query, trying to fight the awkwardness he was suddenly feeling. Sometimes the best part about the job is occasional distraction it creates from the pain of one own personal demons. Kevin swallowed hard and turned back to face his partner, knowing that if he wants to heal he needs to face this pain. "Marleen took Adam and went to stay with her mother...." he said with a suddenness that was unnerving and unexpected."... she said that I needed to get myself 'right' or it would destroy our family. She never was comfortable with the path I took, and the 'Jennifer' incident pushed her over the edge..." The detective trailed off in soft voice, his normal rugged demeanor suddenly stripped away leaving a vulnerability uncharacteristic of the stoic warrior.
[Geoff]
Geoff tries not to wince. But he decides to let his natural optimism take over. "I'm sorry to hear that, Kev." He pauses, then adds, "I hope you'll use her words as the incentive you need to get where you're going. And if there's anything I can do to help..." He trails off, the obvious offer unspoken.
[Kevin]
The detective turns to look at the road ahead, lost in his own thoughts and says in a distant, whisper-like tone, "We've lost alot of good people in this ongoing war....." but then seems to snap himself out of his somber mood, "SO yeah, I hope they do find something useful on this baby,...last thing everyone needs is for the suckhead Hatfields.....I mean the Clans to go to war!!" Kevin says as he censures himself. "Sorry, you know I don't care much for Vampires" he offers in a apolgetic tone.
[Geoff]
Geoff snickers. "I would have used either the Montagues and Capulets, or some obscure reference to the War of the Roses, but I like the Hatfield analogy. And for the record, most of us Immortals loathe vampires as simple parasites. There are times some my kind have tried to start an internecine war, hoping they'd almost rub themselves out of existence, hoping to then finish them off." Geoff looks thoughtful, then says wistfully, "No... it couldn't be... still, someone's either trying to start a Clan war, or at least doesn't care if one starts."
[Kevin]
Kevin nods in agreement as the car pulls up to the station, "Although I'd like to disagree and say no one is THAT short sighted, I'm afraid that you are probably correct. I've seen what can result of starting a war with vampires, and it's not pleasant for anyone. My own father was nearly killed as a result of trying to intervene on a inter-clan conflict.". As they arrive, Kevin pulls the laptop from underneath the seat and holds on to it and adds, "By the way, thanks for understanding brah!!" he says as his face softens slightly, showing his unspoken gratitude.
[Geoff]
Geoff believes that making too big a deal out of his behavior would annoy Kevin, so he simply shrugs and says, "It's all part of the job." Then waiting exactly one beat too long, he adds an intentionally White-Guy attempt at "Brah." With his British accent, it sounds even lamer, as is his intent. The smile on his face lets Kevin know it's perfectly okay to laugh.
[Kevin]
The Te'maroan’s eyes narrow as he laughs softly at his partner's jest.
[Geoff]
As they walk in, each carrying evidence, he asks, "Not to pry, but could you tell me about the clan war that took your father? I've only seen one clan war, and that very long ago."
* * *
Order: Observation room 1: 6:54 pm
The three detectives look upon their suspect through the one way mirror. Marco sits in interrogation room A, looking at the ceiling, trying to be patient but fall just shy of being comfortable.
[Li]
With his arms fold he says to Bekka and says, “Why don’t you and Miles take this one. I’ll watch.”
[Miles]
Nodding at Li's suggestion, Miles speaks up. "I guess I have a few questions about his capabilities and yours first," he starts lookinng at the angel. "What causes this guy pain? What can kill him? And among those things, what are you able to inflict?" Miles pauses a moment. "Certainly these guy could care less about a bruise or two."
[Bekka]
Smoking her cig, she nods to Miles. "Well...holy items an' such hurt 'em awful...an' figger I'm a big ol' walkin' holy item. These buggers can hurt me some. Th' twins..." she pauses as she pats her twin Peacemakers, "hurt 'em up real good, what wit' how I shoot 'em. Reg'lar bullets don' leave a lastin' wound....but they don' like bein' hurt as much as you an' I. I could burn 'em, or nail 'em wit' silver, an' that's gonna leave a lastin' hurt. So could you, fer that matter."
She shrugs. "Most important thing ta remember is that I can rip 'im apart easily, wit' my.... whatchacall... supernatural strength an' all. Rip th' head off, an' that's trouble, ta be sure."
[Li]
Casually the Asian officer points to Bekka hand cannons, "You going in there with those on?" he asks not in an accusing way. While it wasn't an actual rule but the pistol wielding angel usually disarmed when interrogating someone; it was more a self imposed safety than anything else.
[Bekka]
"Damn straight I am. Kinda pissed off at this punk, an' his hooliganism. Let's see th' backtalk if'n he's regeneratin' all kinda new holes."
[Miles]
After listening to Bekka's answer, Miles then proceeds to the more pressing issue. "So what do we want out of this guy? We have reason to believe he's the guilty party already, but what else might we need to know?"
[Li]
Looking at his partner, the Asian Detective decides to step in, remembering that while Bekka could get the information, investigative decisions usually came from some place else, “Well, we know that Louis was talking to a Caffitti cattle, we’d like to know what that is all about. Why he got upset and who she was.”
[Miles]
"He was talking about us losing our jobs within a week. Hot air, maybe, but he probably had a reason to say it. We should figure that out. Also, this fight was provoked. We need to find out why." Miles takes a break, waiting for Li or Bekka to add anything to the list.
[Li]
Rubbing his chin, Li’s ever-present smile seems to waiver a bit, “I was going to dismiss that as just bravado, but since you mention it, there is a Caffitti on the NDC.” Remembering that Miles is not only a rookie but also not familiar with the Neighborhood, he explains further, “That’s the Neighborhood Disciplinary Committee; they over see our operation, make sure we are staying with in the rules. If he is right that would explain James peculiar behavior.”
[Miles]
"Right," he says in response with a nod. "Remind me again when this murder took place? Or is that still up in the air?" Miles stands up, looking to see if Elohim is ready.
[Li]
“The first team hasn’t reported in. I’ll get you guys the information once they check in.”
[Miles]
"Let's see how much Marco is willing to talk to me first," he says by way of suggestion. "Try to get a basic rundown of things. If you want to stand behind him, breathing down his neck as it were, that'd be fine with me."
Miles then prepares to move with Bekka into the interrogation room.
[Bekka]
Hearing the cooler heads speak, she says simply, "I'm gonna make him squeal somethin' awful. Whatever he knows...I'll beat it or shoot it outta his dead assed lungs.."
With that, she storms into the room.
[Miles]
Not sure what his partner means, he follows her into the room. Closing the door securely behind him, he takes a seat opposite Marco, looking rather casual and relaxed, as usual. He looks up at the suspect briefly as he begins to fiddle with his medicine pouch, clearly looking for something.
As Miles trails Bekka into the room he can hear the door to the observation room open.
Marco sits tight in his chair as the angel approaches. He edges slightly away from her, however, despite her intimidating presence the vampire holds a knowing smile.
[Miles]
Pulling a sheet of rolling paper from his pouch, Miles glances up at the suspect and asks in his normal, slow manner, "Alright to call you Marco, I assume?" The tone doesn't have much of a question in it.
"We're ..." he starts, looking over towards Bekka before looking back to Marco briefly then back to the bit of tobacco he is pulling out of his pouch, "trying to follow some leads on a case of ours and thought you might be able to help." Miles rolls up the tobacco in the rolling paper and then licks it to seal it shut. He doesn't light it immediately, or even pull out a match with which to light it. "Mind telling us what you've been up to today?"
[Marco]
"I just got up. Why?" says the young vampire. It is obvious that he is trying not to look at Bekka.
[Miles]
"I have to say," Miles says slowly, looking at the hand-rolled cigarette now complete in his hand and then up to Marco, "starting off with such a bald-face lie isn't going to make my partner happy. Want to try giving us a real answer?" Miles gives Marco a somber smile as he leans forward with his elbows on the table, staring the vampire in the eyes.
[Marco]
Puffing a breath through his nose defiantly Marco answers, “I’m a vampire, dufus. We sleep during the day.”
[Bekka]
Her right hand pistol is out and in her hand instantly. She flings aside the table with her supernatural strength, and leans in far too close to the vampire. "Keep it up....an' I'm gonna start shootin', an' worse. We got carte blanche from th' clans."
She exhales tobacco into the vampire's face. "When an' where did ya sleep off th' night, an' when did ya get up." Cocking the pistol, she narrows her eyes. "An' make it an answer I'm gonna like th' sound of...'cause I can hurt ya."
[Marco]
Leaning back in his chair defensively, Marco utters, “At my apartment. I woke up at 4 4:30. Is that a crime?”
[Bekka]
Resuming a less adversarial posture, she says simply, "Jus' keep yer answers above board, kid."
[Miles]
The Saunee lets his partners words hang in the air. Without a table to lean on, he rests back in his chair in a somewhat casual manner and takes the opportunity to pull out a book of matches then light the cigarette. After a puff, he continues, "And were you alone? Spend the day with anyone we should know about?" The slow manner in which Miles puffs on the cigarette seems to indicate that he is savoring the flavor.
[Marco]
“I was alone… And I was meeting up with my crew until you came along. Why, what's it to you?” he asks crossing his arms.
[Miles]
The man nods, taking a slow puff on his cigarette and smiling at Marco. "And what about last night? What were you up to then?"
[Marco]
“Thursdays I work at the warehouse. Me and my crew oversee shipments going in and out,” he says looking bored.
[Miles]
The native laughs briefly. "Afterlife and all, and that's the best job you can land?" he states as a rhetorical joke.
[Marco]
The young vampire doesn’t take the Indian’s words well as he spouts, “Better than the on you’ll have next week.”
[Miles]
The slight snort of a laugh that Miles lets escape is the same that an adult would give to a child who has just made a patently absurd statement despite the child having known better.
"So where's your cattle during all of this? You keep them penned up? Or, are they free range?"
[Marco]
“We aren’t the Ammasite. They are the ones who keep them locked up. Ours have their own lives.”
[Miles]
"So what about your cattle? What are their day jobs?" Miles continues with a casual look, pulling another slow drag on his cigarette.
[Marco]
“Pfft, cattle do what cattle do. How the hell should I know what they all do,” his tone infers a certain ignorance in the question.
[Bekka]
The angel has been gradually seething at the insolence of the young vampire. In a blinding motion, she hauls off, and slaps him hard across the jaw, and then takes hold of his arm in a wrist lock. She twists, with her supernatural strength, well aware that the touch of her Holy body to his was painful to the vampire.
"Can th' attitude. Whether I got a job or not next week, don' change th' fact that I c'n lose it hurtin' you bad."
She continues to hold him as the questioning continues.
[Marco]
The impertinent vampire’s face twists in pain reflecting the contortions of his body.
[Miles]
Roan Horse doesn't seem to even notice the actions of his partner, sitting calmly but keeping his eye on the vampire. Once things have calmed down, he cocks his head to look the fellow more squarely in the face. "Sort of a jump 'em, sump 'em, dump 'em approach, eh?" he states rhetorically.
"Seems like a waste of talent," he observes, "all those peons that you could set to work doing this and that. Don't you ever give them jobs to do? Favors to pull when it's sunny?" Miles' normal grin widens slowly and momentarily before returning to its usual position. He then shifts his head back upright while waiting for an answer.
[Marco]
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he eeks out between moments of pain.
[Miles]
Miles seems indifferent to the answers that are given, but keeps asking questions. "So do you have your own cattle, or do you Caffitti have a sort of free love system?"
[Marco]
“We don’t call them cattle; the Ammasite do. Our clan has friends.”
[Miles]
"Let's have the names of these saps," Roan Horse motions his head up slightly to indicate that the vampire should speak.
[Marco]
“I don’t know the names of all of them,” he protests.
[Li]
Before Miles can follow up his question the door opens. Li stands with a concerned look on his face, “That file you were waiting for is here, Bekka. You really need to see it.”
[Bekka]
Incensed with rage, the angel shoves the vampire down at the floor, hard, with her supernatural strength. She stands to her full, statuesque height, scowling and drawing her pistols. She speaks around her cig, harshly, "Frakkin' file? This better be bloody good, an' not some wank fest....I'm sick ta my ass wit' all th' politickin' in this zoo...!"
She takes a moment to stomp Marco's ankle hard as she storms out, full with tangible menace, glaring at her partner.
[Marco]
Marco smiles a knowing smile which is cut short but Bekka’s heel. Almost broken with that swift kick he rubs it.
[Li]
As Bekka leaves Li walks towards Marco and his signature smile returns. Positioning himself right behind Marco, he leans against the wall. He begins to trace out some pattern with his finger in the palm of his other hand as Miles continues with the questioning.
[Marco]
Having observed the exchange between Li and Bekka with a calm smile on his face, Miles turns his focus back to Marco. "Where were we?" he says to himself with a slight pause, "... oh yes, you were changing your story. You know, if you are going to lie, you should be consistent. Anyway," and he pauses again, leaning forward slightly in his chair to look down at the vampire on the floor. "You were about to tell me the names and pertinent details of any of the 'friends' you like to leech off of." Miles waits calmly for Marco's reply.
[Marco]
Miles’ words only seems to infuriate the vampire, “Fuck you, what the hell do you know. They come to us. They give willingly.”
[Li]
Continuing he scrawling in his hand he looks up for a brief second and gently shakes his head, hoping that the young detective will change his tone of questions.
[Miles]
"No, sir," Miles replies calmly, "fuck you. You can either give me the information about these friends of yours, or we can let Elohim get them from you. I'm sure it is much easier this way, but the choice is yours." The pleasant smile remains on Miles' face. It is clear he is willing to wait for Marco's response or Bekka's return.
[Marco]
“Yeah, what ever…” Marco sneers out as he leans back in his chair and crosses his arms in defiance.
[Li]
Above the vampire Li watches the Miles continue with his rookie mistake. He squats down so that Marco hear clearly his words, “You are in so much trouble Marco.”
[Marco]
“Yeah, right,” he responds with sarcasm.
[Li]
“Tell him how much trouble he’s in,” Li says trying to direct the younger detective.
[Miles]
"Gee," the young Saunee replies, "which trouble are you referring to?" Miles puts out his right hand face up and fingers spread out. He folds his index finger into the palm, saying, "Well, there is the immediate threat out in the hall." He nods and looks over toward the door for a moment before returning his smiling countenance to Marco.
[Marco]
The young vampire rolls his eyes.
[Miles]
Miles folds his middle finger back slowly into the palm, "There's the trouble with the Neighborhood." He then closes his ring finger into his palm, finishing his slow statement,
[Marco]
Marcos faces squints as it fills with confusion.
[Miles]
"Then there's the fact that the minute we set you back out on the street you'll most likely be extinguished and it will be all legal and proper." The smile he gives Marco at this point is tinged with sympathy at the vampire's plight.
[Marco]
Concern finally washes over, “What the hell are you talking about?”
[Miles]
"Gee," the young Saunee replies, "which trouble are you referring to?" Miles puts out his right hand face up and fingers spread out. He folds his index finger into the palm, saying, "Well, there is the immediate threat out in the hall." He nods and looks over toward the door for a moment before returning his smiling countenance to Marco. He folds his middle finger back slowly into the palm, "There's the trouble with the Neighborhood." He then closes his ring finger into his palm, finishing his slow statement, "Then there's the fact that the minute we set you back out on the street you'll most likely be extinguished and it will be all legal and proper." The smile he gives Marco at this point is tinged with sympathy at the vampire's plight.
[Marco]
"What the hell is going on here!" Marco exclaims, "I want an arbitrator." He crosses his arms and sits deeply in his chair.
[Li]
Shaking his head, Li looks at Miles and motions towards the door.
[Miles]
Baffled at the way Li shakes his whole body, Miles does understand the motion to the door. Without a word, he stands up and leaves the room, waiting for Li in the hallway.
[Li]
Once out of the interrogation room Li says, “Damn, now we have to wait for the arbitrator.” As they walk to Ralyn’s desk Li looks at Miles, “Bekka only pays bad cop, and I’ve found it best to start with good cop when working with her.”
[Miles]
"I'm still learning your ropes," Miles replies with a plain smile on his face.
"I was surprised you cut it off like that. This fool hasn't been charged with anything yet and is here voluntarily." Miles shrugs his shoulders, seeing that if this case was really important; they would have had someone more experienced doing the interview anyway.
* * *
Bekka exits the interrogation room to the hallway and then re-enters the observation room. She catches the middle of some argument between James and a woman dressed in a black skirt suit. The woman is slender and comely; her ears have the slightest points to them, not nearly as sharp as an elf’s. What is most striking is her slight green tone to her skin and her long brown hair, which flows effortlessly at her shoulders looks to have the marbling of antique finished wood grain. Bekka quickly understands that she, while not an elf, is a Fey; probably a wood nymph.
[James]
“He obviously knows one option of the NDC.”
[Woman in Suit]
“That’s not the point. The point is how you people handle our citizens.”
[James]
“We can’t do our job correctly if the proceedings of closed meetings are made public.”
James catches sight of the gun toting angel. “Excuse me. Detective Bekka Elohim, this is Lord Embellyn’s attaché S’tal Wol. She is overseeing the interview.”
[S’tal]
She nods at the detective, “Your reputation precedes you.”
[Bekka]
The angel twirls her pistols, rife with tangible menace, and glares at James. She takes a long look at him, and holsters the hand cannons, saying to him, point blank, "We ain't finished suit."
She looks over to the fey woman. "My rep? From what I imagine, with ya talkin' ta suit here, my rep ain't so good. Mr. Sellout prob'ly gave ya a ton o' reasons I'm disorderly an' what not."
[S’tal]
The green tinted woman smiles at the detective’s words, glancing back at James.
[Bekka]
Tilting her head toward Li, she continues, "My partner here....he said ya got some file fer me. I ain't stupid...yer gonna tell me ta lay off th' heavy handed crap with fignuts in 'ere, 'cause ya think he's got....whatchacall...political like, connections."
She leans in close to the other woman. "Lemme tell ya....ya got a new clan war brewin'. Ya let me work over fignuts, throw his ass around, mebbe hurt 'im some...I'll get what we need ta shut it down. Ya pansy out on me...an' even I don't got enough bullets ta smooth it out easy like."
While waiting for her answer, Bekka turns to Li. "Time was, I could trust my partner. Mebbe ya should ask fer a transfer." She is clearly angry beyond words at the other detective.
[James]
“I told Li to get you out of there,” says James as everyone glancing at Li through the one way mirror of the observation room, where he is stand behind Marco. “At the request of Ms Wol.”
[S’tal]
“So, it is standard practice to torture witnesses, detective?”
[James]
“She was not torturing him,” defends James, “She was a little rough but that is not torture.”
[Bekka]
Tossing her cig on the floor, the surly angel says, "Stuff it James. Ya didn' wanna help me out b'fore, when it mattered...don' need yer sorry ass now."
Lighting another, with her "Fuck Communism" Zippo, Bekka takes long moments to think before speaking to the fey woman. Finally, she chooses to stay with what she knows. "Ain't nothin' he wont get better from. Fact is, he's jerkin' us aroun', an' we need leads ta serve th' greater bloody good. Ya got a problem wit' that....fine, suit lady, ya c'n try ta work 'im fer info yerself."
Suddenly, it dawns on her, like a bolt from the blue. "Oh! Yer why th' bloodsucker thinks we'll all be lookin' fer unemployment nex' week! He's so bloody sure ya got th' political mojo ta protect 'im, he's jerkin' us aroun'. Thanks a lot, lady!" She points her cig accusingly. "Any others get hearsed, th' dirt naps 're gonna be on yer conscience."
She turns around and looks through the glass. "If were through playin' patty cake here, I gotta finish questionin' him. Th' shamus has great direction, but Marco ain't scared o' him, ta be straight like." She looks over her shoulder, at James. "Less ya wanna pull me from th' case, Sellout." One wonders if she became violent with Marco to press that point, knowing full well how wronged she felt by James earlier. "I'm sure that Supercop c'n settle down a clan war, solve a murder, an' fix that pullet wound in yer groin."
[S’tal]
“She is not going back in there,” she exclaims at James, “That is not negotiable.”
[James]
“Fine!” James says, clearly frustrated at the situation. Turning to Bekka, “we need to talk, now; my office,” his voice cold and hard.
[S’tal]
As he leaves the willowy woman chides, “I don’t know why you keep on protecting her James.”
[Bekka]
The angel doesn't even bother to glare at S'Tal, feeling that the suit is clearly beneath her consideration. Her mood affects her clothing once more, however, changing her white leather suit to black. In a rare _expression of true displeasure, her wings emerge from her shoulders behind her, shining and white.
To James, who she is clearly done with in her own mind, she says, in an unsettlingly soft, raspy voice, "Wasn't good enough ta talk ta me when I wanted, but now that th' suit patrol is in, ya gotta do it? Shows where yer loyalties lie...suit." She takes out her badge, and tosses it to him. "I see where this is goin'...don' waste yer time...I'll clear out my desk."
With that, she storms to the aforementioned desk, drawing her pistols. Her intent is clear.
[James]
With a door between them and S'Tal, James relaxes a little, but not enough to remove all the signs of the stress he has.
Tossing back her badge, "It's not what you think. Let's go to my office... for privacy."
* * *
[Bekka]
Even more pissed, she rails, "Oh! So now ya finally get around ta givin' a damn?" She leans back, and shouts, "Ha! I laugh! He bloody well undermined my...whatchacall....my chain o' command an' such. Called me off, when such was under control, an' then started rootin' aroun' where I tol' him not to when CSI was there!"
"Fact is, this needed dealin' wit' earlier. You, onna other han', Mr. Suit, have put 'im in charge o' this case. How frikkin' nice." Her sarcasm is thick.
[James]
James’ immediate response is to yell back at the angel, but he stills himself, taking the time to review what she said. He sighs deep and nods knowing that the only way to calm her is to explain to the prodigal angel everything. “Okay, I get it. I’m sorry that happened. I should have read the reports when I got in,” he says pointing to the large stakes of files in his inbox. “But, I was caught up with… other things. These other things are taking up most of my time. You’ve been here the longest so I’m going to tell you, but it does not leave here.”
Feeling himself tense, James reaches in to the bottom draw of his desk and pulls a bottle of 15 year old single malt scotch and a pair of glass. He slides one of the glasses to Bekka gauging her reaction.
[Bekka]
The angel sits back, and though it is clear she wants the scotch, doesn't take it. This is an obvious show of distrust. Instead, she sits back in her chair, arms crossed. "I'm waitin', Suit."
[James]
James pours her a fingers worth and does the same for himself. Before continuing he drinks half of the golden liquid and lets it melt away. “Most of my job is to keep bureaucracy and politics away from the Order and let you guys do your job. Normally that is easy, even when a detective dies on one of our personal missions. However, when four die that is something else. Inquires I can smoke screen and hold off suspicions of our long term goals…” James takes another sip from his glass, “Florida, however, has become fodder for those who would like to see us removed. The Order has replaced the Pentacle for about fifty years now. Most have forgotten what it was like before and nostalgically only remember the good times; giving our enemies more weight.
“At the far end, Lord Embellyn would like to remove us completely and replace us with a Pentacle. More moderates wish to choose the detectives,” James explains as he points to several personal folders scattered across his desk. “Can you imagine what would happen if someone became a detective here with loyalties beyond the Order. How long would it take them to find out about our war? What do you think would happen to us after that?” James asks rhetorically.
“Florida has shaken our supporters. And even if we can keep them on our side our allies in the NDC are going to get out voted. Lord Embellyn has conveniently called an emergency meeting tomorrow. We need a homerun here and we need it by the book.”
[Bekka]
The angel stands with her arms folded, and ultimately shrugs her shoulders. She takes a drag off of her cig, and exhales cig smoke. "Okay....I c'n always quit. An' so ya know...I'm holdin' that as an option, Suit."
She turns her back on James, and speaks slowly, her low voice scratchy from excessive smoking. "I don' need none o' th' James Bond shit yer handin' out wit' Fir an' Crum, so if I go solo...it's yer loss, not mine. Ya wont hold th' respect o' Melik an' his ilk. Ya know that....'cause ya got th' stank o' sellout on ya, Suit."
She turns and glares at James. "Ya get me back in 'at interrogation. Ya get ridda that green bitch. Ya walk up an' down Supercop's ass fer so long, hr thinks ya went an' had a fuckin' freeway on ramp installed in 'is colon. An' ya get th' fuck outta my way so's I can work. That's what's what."
Bekka draws on her cig, and exhales again. "Fact is...Pocahontas is a real Shamus. 'Is questions'll get info faster than me goin' private, an' breakin up fingers an' such. I ride with th' Shamus....an' ya start findin' a new partner fer Li. Settin' me up fer this shite....!"
She flicks her cig on the desktop. "An' James....ya James....ya sold me out fer yer fuckin' politics. We ain't friends no more, Suit."
Her eyes narrow, and she waits.
[James]
Narrowing his eyes at the angels petty threat, he response in a quiet voice, “Fine, you’ll get what you want… But you listen to me; I am the only one standing between you and the NDC. I’ve been protecting you since day one.”
Standing up James moves to the door and adds, “And one more thing never interrupt me when I call an emergency meeting. You did to me the same thing that Geoff did to you.”
[Bekka]
She shrugs her shoulders. "What goes around, comes around, Suit." Exhaling smoke, she exits.
[James]
"I'm sure it will," James says.
[Bekka]
Realizing that the other will always feel the need to have the last word, the angel leaves. Her resolve is to finish this case with the Order, and then, perhaps, to move on to private work.
* * *
Alley in new Downtown: 7:02
Once in the car Joan has Kleo call all the local hospitals, Norman and otherwise. The Knights of Malta have no vampire bite injuries to report, nor do the other hospital have patients in their emergency care that match the description of the perp described by Kevin’s witness.
While she is doing that Joan calls her contact, then dives off toward new Downtown. As stone becomes steel, the two detectives find themselves in slowed by heavier traffic. Finally Joan pulls into an alleyway near the northern edge of new Downtown.
[Joan]
As the car comes to a stop she Joan says, “We have some time.” Looking at her partner, Joan asks in a concerned voice, “Everything okay? Got any questions?”
[Kleo]
The Muse gives a rueful smile, "I'm just exhausted, Joan... it's been a very long day. I'm used to teaching a few classes, then hitting the books. 48 hours ago I was preparing a lecture on "Prescriptive Literature for the Proper London Lady, circa 1762". She holds up her hands then lets them drop into her lap.
"I need to talk to James, there is so much more that he's not telling us."
[Joan]
Giving her new partner a compassion smile and nudge on the shoulder, “Yeah, it is a long day… And James is acting very peculiar. This is the most agitated I’ve seen him. It looks like he’s play more by the book than he used to. It used to be any time a case mentions vampires we were able to requisition special bullets. I wonder what fire got up under his ass?”
[Kleo]
"I only know James through our relationship at the University and through the Neighborhood Opera Commission. I'm a bit surprised at his demeanor as a Police Chief..." Looking her partner, "Because I know of En'lil's power... It scares me, Joan. I suppose I'm looking at it all with biased eye, but I think some larger issues are at work here"
[Joan]
Leaning back in her car seat, Joan takes a deep breath, "You know I'm skeptical on this whole En'lil thing. Crimes both large and small have been going on in this city without his influence. As I see it we broke up a major cell, have visual ID on one of the members, and possibly someone with major influence. I'd say we made a considerable dent in their plans..."
[Kleo]
"I'm sorry to sound so paranoid... I'm know I'm preoccupied with En'lil. But he is the reason I was brought into the Order. Let's face it... it certainly isn't for my detective skills." Kleo holds up her delicate hands for emphasis.
[Joan]
Turning quickly to Kleo, Joan adds, "Hey, do you think the guy you saw in your vision was En'lil... you know his personification?"
[Kleo]
The dark haired beauty knits her brows in thought... "Well... En'lil is Mesopotamian in origin, but the man I saw was clearly dealing in Egypt. I think it might be worth our while to investigate En'lil's Egyptian counterpart, though." Pausing a beat, "But, I have a hunch that our mystery Nazi might be one of En'lil's high priests or advisors."
[Joan]
“Well, anyway, I really don’t think En’lil and the Vampires are connected. It just doesn’t fit with the methods we’ve seen either use.”
[Kleo]
Reasserting her cool and composed demeanor, "Good - because I don't like the idea of a vampire feud disrupting the gala opening of Tosca next month! Hmph!" She gives her partner a fun-highbrow smile. "Let's chat with your friend, now... so we can get closer to the bottom of this mess...”
The women exit the car and enter the dark alley. The alley is straddled several trash bins. At the far end of the alley ends in a chain link fence.
It is about five minutes when a bank of mist rolls through from the other end of the alley. The strange thing is that is in the opposite direction of the ocean. The mist slowly clears and out steps a figure. The sound of his steps echo against the alley walls, dress in a black trench coat, it isn’t until he is a few feet from them that it is clear that he is Asian with short spiky hair.
[Dark Stranger]
“Evening Joan.”
[Joan]
“Hi, Marcus meet Kleo my partner.”
[Marcus]
Joan’s contact smiles, and Kleo can clearly see the extra long incisors, “You are much prettier than Geoff,” he smiles as he kisses her hand. Looking back at Joan , “So what is the emergency?”
[Joan]
“We got an Ammasite murdered in his apartment.”
[Marcus]
“What are the details.”
[Joan]
Joan looks at Kleo, indicating that she should go over the evidence with Marcus.
[Kleo]
"Good evening, Marcus." The Muse pulls out her little notebook as she reviews the information. "Well - we have a Lionel Tessmocker - shot in the back of the head... with the shot probably coming from the kitchen area.
The murderer came in through a nearby window - as we found residual magic there... Um... There may have been a second person in the apartment, too, because we found a discharged silver bullet, which obviously hit something.”
[Marcus]
“But you don’t know what it hit,” he says rhetorically.
[Kleo]
Nodding she continues, “There were also signs of a struggle after the murder... desk overturned, items strewn here and there over blood stains... and some bruising on the deceased's hands... as if he had been stepped on. An Ammasite contingent came to perform last rites... and when they were done with the ritual, they clearly muttered - Caffitti..."
[Marcus]
“Hmmm,” Marcus murmurs as he leans in a little closer to the Muse. Looking at her at eye level, “Well, lets begin with the Caffitti; it is their style to perform a hit of this nature. However, very few members of the Caffitti throw magic. The Ammasite on the other hand are just as sneaky. I wouldn’t put it pass them to kill one of their own to gain sympathy in the Neighborhood against the Caffitti; especially since the last election, the Caffitti were able to get a member on the NDC.”
[Kleo]
Remembering her faux pas on speaking of En'lil in front of others, the dark haired Greek keeps her paranoid suspicions to herself. "We're certainly concerned about a reoccurring feud... Have you heard anything recently about escalating tensions within the vampire community?"
[Marcus]
“The Ammasite and Caffitti clans have been at each other throats for as longs as anyone remembers. The peace between them, in the city, is old but strained. I know within the last three or four months the Ammasite have been meeting with each clan. The last was with the Caffitti a week ago. I’m not sure exactly what they are doing but it is definitely polarizing the vampire community.”
[Kleo]
Looking to Joan, "Do you think we should follow-up with the Caffitti NDC member?"
[Joan]
Joan’s face crinkles with worry, “I don’t think we should … yet. All we have is the Ammasite being jealous of the Caffitti position. That really is doesn’t help up us figure out who killed Louis… but if this is a Caffitti plan… and we’re going against an NDC member… hmmm… I don’t know.”
She turns away in thought then quickly jerks back, “These Ammasite meetings.”
[Marcus]
“Yeah,” says the comely vampire.
[Joan]
“There getting the vampires worried?”
[Marcus]
“Yeah.”
[Joan]
“Worried enough to kill someone?”
[Marcus]
“Could be? The vampire community as a whole doesn’t like me too much,” he looks back to Kleo to explain, “I have no clan and I’ve been known to hunt my own… when they get out of line… so sometimes I’m out of the loop.” His words are filled with charm and end with a smile.
“However, I might know people who could help you. There are the priests at St. Bart’s in Spanish Town; they might know something, ask for Father Rodrigo or Father Spiro. There is also a bartender at Trapper John’s, Jack. He’s… a good friend of mine, give him this,” Marcus says as he hands Kleo his card.
“Last is the old crew I used to run with,” off to the side Joan groans. Marcus looks to her, “Yeah, I know, but they might know something.”
[Joan]
“We have the address, we’ll have a talk with,” Joan’s voice sounds strained with the anticipation of dealing with them.
[Marcus]
“Anything else?”
[Kleo]
The Muse wants to delve into this fascinating man's background, but she holds back saying warmly, "Marcus - thank you so much your help tonight. Maybe we can call on you again, soon, if we have any more questions?" She extends her hand to the intriguing vampire.
[Marcus]
Taking Kleo’s hand by the fingers ever so gently, with her palm down he is about to bend to kiss it when he looks at Joan. “I’ll see if I can find anything,” he says to leather jacketed detective. Turning back to Kleo, he bends to kiss her hand but melts away in to smoke just before his lips reach her hand. Kleo could swear she felt a soft caress on her cheek as he departed.
[Kleo]
The Muse smiles in the smoky mist.
[Joan]
Stepping towards her partner, “What is it with you and men?”
[Kleo]
The Greek cocks her head to the side and gives that sultry smile, "I told you, I inspire people to action and one of man's basest inspirations is... the lure of sensuality. Of course - turning that sexual energy to historical analysis is my forte... I adore intelligent men - and women."
Sighing - "Oh - Joan - I'm so tired. I used to have inexhaustible energy. Before we visit the Priests... can we stop by Trapper John's... I could use some Elf Draught. Something tells me we're going to have a busy night.
[Joan]
“Before we do any of that we got to get back to HQ and tell everyone what we found. Maybe Geoff will have everyone split up to do the leg work,” Joan says as she makes her way to her car. “Besides you can get something quick at Doyle’s”
[Kleo]
"Excellent"! Sliding into the car, "So tell me, Joan - what kind of vampire doesn't have a clan? And what did Marcus mean about hunting down his own?"
[Joan]
Joan shakes her head as she turns the ignition, “Yeah, Marcus… In Marcus’ case the answer to the first question: a vampire who killed off his clan.” Joan pulls out of the alley in silence as she lets her words sink in.
“Most of what I know about Marcus is pretty much second hand; things I’ve found out from other people and things he’s said in passing. Marcus is one of the few vampires who became one against his will. He was used as a weapon against a Tolma, who was a friend of his. Think of a Tolma as ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer.’ Long story short, they with the help of others put down a small clan up in Seattle. The group heard about the large vampire activity in here and came down to clean up town. The Order put a stop to them; the Tolma was banished from the city; Marcus stayed with the others here and eventually left them. For the last few years Marcus has been trying to integrate himself into vampire society with mixed levels of success.” Joan laughs a little before she continues, “I heard the Caffitti made a deal with him. If he survived a week against one of their assassination teams they would forgive him.”
[Kleo]
"Hmmmm... I'd love to look into his background... but I know we need to remain focused on the case." Pausing a moment as the city sails by, "I know this sounds trite, but how do you know he's reliable, Joan? Could he use this episode to ingratiate himself into the community again?"
[Joan]
Joan nods her head as she drives, “He owes me big time… twice over. So he’s my snitch.”
[Kleo]
"I suppose that won't make him any new friends... but at least he has a few leads for us," the Muse smiles wearily. Pulling out her lil notebook, "Ok - we need to visit Father Rodrigo or Father Spiro - are they neighbors?"
[Joan]
“James might know,” she answers as she pulls into Doyle’s parking garage.
[Kleo]
As the Muse exits the car, she straightens her jacket and smoothes her chignon. She quickly glosses her lips and readies herself for the updates - and her intended conversation with James.
"I wonder what the others have found?"
* * *
Order Headquarters: 7:31 pm
Once back down stairs Geoff and Kevin find John still at his desk and Li and Miles by Ralyn’s desk.
[Li]
With his ever present calming smile he says to elven woman, “Please send for the Caffitti arbitrator.”
[Geoff]
Geoff looks at Li expectantly, waiting for an update.
[Miles]
Miles takes a seat while other pass through the office, waiting until someone has something specific for him to do.
[Kevin]
Kevin stands up from his desk and stretches his back and arms, feeling the weight of the day taking it's toll. He runs his fingers thru his hair and rubs the back of his neck as he makes his way to the head, wondering what the hell happened while Geoff and he were at the crime scene. 'Why is Becca so upset', he wonders to himself, remembering the seething rage she seems to exude of late.
[Li]
“So how was the crime scene?” Li asks, “We have Marco of the Caffitti clan in interrogation.”
[Geoff]
"Well, we found some items of interest, especially a computer. The techs are just starting to crack into it. Hopefully they can tell us something. Also, one witness heard some sounds of a struggle, but then about an hour later another witness saw a large Maori leaving. Joan and Kleo are talking with some of Joan's contacts in the vampire community. What's this Marco's story?"
[James]
Before Li can answer, James' office door swings open and exits a disgruntled angel. James is follows and is some what surprised to see Miles and Li outside the interrogation room. He is about to say something until he hears Ralyn on the phone requesting the arbitrator. “Damn it.” He looks at Geoff and says, “Geoff, in my office now.”
[Geoff]
Geoff looks at Li and Kevin, murmurs the Dragnet theme ("Dum-de-dum-dum"), then says, "Yes sir." He walks though the door and closes it. "Sir?"
* * *
[James]
James rounds his desk; sits; puts away a bottle of scotch and a pair of glasses before he finally looks at Geoff. "Okay, what happened during the raid."
[Geoff]
Geoff could not help himself. He sighed, then dropped into a chair, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "For God's sake...I've never known anyone, let alone a Servant of the Lord to be so damned sensitive." He sat up, then began. "Everything was fine. Kevin and I went in the back while the others hit the front. I dropped one subject, but another ducked into the living room. I quickly cleared the bathroom, then joined Kevin. I figured we had the room covered, while Bekka and Miles could go ahead upstairs, since we were betting the good evidence was up there. I said, and I quote, 'Bekka, get upstairs. We'll take this one.' And with that, she began getting all bent out of shape, as if I had given an order. But from the tone of my voice I was simply stating the fact we had it covered. Had I been in her shoes, I would have smiled, trusted my fellow officers, and gone for the goods. Hell, I might have thanked them. At least smiled. But not our Bekka. James, you want an honest opinion? She didn't care about the raid as much as the shooting. Now, if it will help, I'll apologize, again. In retrospect, I didn't take her feelings into account. I was going on instinct and adrenaline."
[James]
James listens intently, then says, "What you said sounds like an order. In a life and death situation the chain of command is extremely important. I believe the orders were to clear the 1st floor then move upstairs. You were not prime on the raid, you had no right to make that choice."
[Geoff]
"I don't feel I gave an order. She was within her rights to tell me to stuff it then and there, ignore my advice and carry on. I wouldn't have griped. She made the final choice. But as I have already said, I will apologize to her. Though I tried at the meeting, and she doesn't seem to care. Maybe if you reprimand me or fire me, then she'll be happy."
[James]
Leaning slightly forward James response, "I heard you say 'Bekka do this, We do that' which isn't a suggestion." He pauses to lean back in his chair. Changing his tone to more fatherly, "Look, it may have seemed like overkill to have all the officers on the ground floor but I don't want another Florida. The perp could have shot you or worse."
Pointing at the phone James changes subjects, "So why did I get a call from the Ammasite Clan telling me how to do my job?"
[Geoff]
"No idea. Bekka, Li and Miles dealt with them. A few Ammasites came through the crime scene. I know for sure they mesmerized me, and maybe Kevin. What exactly did they say to you?"
[James]
"The point is you weren't able to keep them out of the scene."
[Geoff]
"No, I wasn't. None of us were. And believe me, we tried. So, what's my punishment for that offense?" Geoff replies, trying to keep the sarcasm out of his voice, but not being completely successful.
[James]
Sighing deeply it is clear that sarcasm is wearing thin on him, "Maybe I was wrong in putting you in charge so soon after Florida. Look, I'm going to take you off Prime and docked two days."
Standing up it is clear that the meeting is over going to the door James let's Geoff out.
[Geoff]
Geoff looks pained, but controls his temper. "You're the boss, I guess." He almost bites his tongue, hoping James doesn't hear the insult in the remark. He walks out and heads straight up to Bekka. "Your wish is granted. I'm out as Prime. My files are on my desk." With that he walks towards the canteen to get something cold to drink.
* * *
[Li]
Turning to Bekka, Li asks the next ranking officer, "What now?"
[Bekka]
The angel is clearly pretty pissed off at Li. She shrugs her shoulders, her still extruded wings moving with a wide gesture.
Turning her attention to Miles, she asks, "Get anythin' useful while I was out dancin', Shamus?" She is hoping for a lead.
[Miles]
"Wasn't much time," Miles responds, the implication clear that interrogations take much more time than he had. "Didn't even get some names on his blood donors before I was pulled out."
[Li]
“He called for an arbitrator, we had to stop,” Li explains.
[Bekka]
The angel glares at Li, and then shifts her weight oddly, a movement accompanying the retraction of her wings, disappearing as if light leaving a room. "Arbitrator my ass. Fine. Let's work th' streets. We gotta comb th' hang outs, an' ask questions in th' underworld...not here, unner th' harsh light o' idiots an' suits."
She calls over her shoulder, "ya don't hafta come, Li, iff'n it'll offend yer delicate political sensibilities an' such."
[Li]
Cocking an eyebrow at Bekka’s comment, the Chinese detective is curious as to the aggression from his partner. All he has done was follow the chain of command and procedures as taught by his partner when he was a rookie. “Isn’t procedure to wait for the arbitrator and continue questioning?” he says paradoxically grabbing his coat, making his intention clear that he will follow his partner where ever she goes.
[Bekka]
Satisfied by Li's response, she nods once, her hostility abating somewhat, at least towards Li. "Yeah, that'd be procedure. Ya think we're gonna get squat outta that punk wit' an arbitrator? Wit' some asshole ACLU fuckwad whose gonna tell us that jus' askin' questions ain't cricket?"
To Miles, she says, "Whaddaya think? Work th' streets, or take another turn at jerkwad and his a-hole arbitrators? I'm thinkin' yer brain is gonna be key here, Shamus, so if yer willin' ta wait fer some punk mouthpiece, I'm game. Otherwise, I want away from here, an' ta places where I c'n break up fingers an' what not when I don't like an answer."
[Miles]
Miles rubs the back of his neck with his left hand while smiling. "Well, I'm not sure there's any reason to stick around here for the next hour. You go a lead in mind?" he asks, looking prepared to go.
[Bekka]
The angel is satisfied with this. "I was thinkin' o' roustin' some other o' th' young Caffitti hoods, an' gettin' 'em ta squawk. Some o' his punk cronies. Li could shuffle us ta some o' th' key hangouts inna ride..."
[Li]
Li nods knowing exactly where to go. Then Joan and Kleo enter as he moves to his desk. Pulling out a set the set of keys for the LTD, he asks Bekka, "Maybe the others have leads." Fairly sure of the answer Li is slowly moving to the door.
[James]
Geoff exits James’ followed by James who simply says, “Geoff is off Prime, Kevin you’re lead in the case. And one more thing I’m expecting some help, a former detective, Dhemon Price. When he arrives get him to speed on this.”
[Kevin]
The Detecitve looks up from his keyboard with a look of mild confusion, cutting his eyes quickly back and forth from Geoff to James. After a brief moment he saves his work and stands up, "Sir may I speak to you for a moment?" he asks James respectfully as comes from around his desk, his eyes cutting away to Geoff again, trying to gauge his emotional state.
[Geoff]
Not entirely sure what Kevin may be up to, Geoff very subtly shakes his head, trying to warn Kevin off.
[James]
Geoff's subtly goes by James as he asks the Te'Maroan detective, "What is it, Kevin?
[Kevin]
The stocky detective crosses the room and enters James office and states in a soft, but firm tone, "In private, if you don't mind sir?”
[James]
Sighing with resignation, "Sure," he says leading the stocky detective into his office. At the same time Joan and Kleo enter the offices.
* * *
[Kevin]
The detective slowly turns around and ask James in a non-accussatory tone,"With all due respect James,...what the hell is going on? Why is Geoff off lead?"
[James]
His first instinct is to tell the detective it was not his business, but he considers the way things are going to today for him and relents. "Geoff has made too many mistakes today. I chalk it up to Florida."
[Kevin]
The detective visibly straightens his posture, and says in a firm tone,"Respectfully, you shouldn't blame Geoff for the Vampyric intrusion, it was my fault that the Vampires were allowed to taint the crime scene at the apartment. I should have known better, I know, but don't punish him for my mistakes.". Kevin pauses for a brief moment before continuing his rebuttal. "Besides, what happened in Florida, All I know is that we lost four good agents, I'm sure Geoff did his best in a bad situation."
[James]
"I know he did, but what we need is some who can follow procedures and respect the chain of command. Geoff may not have had enough time to deal with Florida, you have had some time to deal with your... things. I'm sure in a few days he'll be his old self. Now, you have your job to do," James says trying to usher out the Te'Moaran detective.
[Kevin]
The stocky detective holds his round for a moment, internally weighing the gravity of James' words, before relenting to his superiors logical command decision, " I understand sir, I can see that you are under some serious pressure, and I won't make your job any harder than it already is." the stoic warrior offers in firm response as he turns to leave. He looks over his shoulder as he leaves, "Thank you for the opportunity"
* * *
[Joan]
Both Joan and Kleo enter from the Doyle’s entrance, passing Sposs, the gnoll, sitting at Mary’s desk doing paper work. Immediately heading towards the other detectives, Joan asks, “So what did we miss?”
[Geoff]
Geoff returns from the canteen, carrying a cold soda. He smiles grimly when he sees Joan and Kleo. "Ladies. In case you missed it, I'm out as Prime. Kevin is in. But since he's in with James, care to tell me what you learned? If you'd rather wait so as not to repeat yourself, I quite understand." His tone is light, with a hint of anger.
[Joan]
"It seams the Ammasite have been getting on lots of vampire nerves. We got three possible leads that may tell us what is going on in the vampire community." She turns to Kleo expecting the rookie to explain more.
[Kleo]
Examining the faces of her colleagues, Kleo quickly gets to the point, "Yes, the Ammasite have been meeting each of the vampire clans... and they met with the Caffitti last week - according to our source. He also suggested we speak with a 'Father Rodrigo' or 'Father Spiro' for more information - as well as a bartender - 'Jack' at Trapper John's.
[Geoff]
"Well, when Kevin comes out, run it by him. I'm sure he'll assign us things to do," Geoff says, his temper back in check. It is obvious he is not pleased at being relieved, but he is accepting it.
[Joan]
There is an audible groan from John and Li as Joan mentions, "He also mentioned the Tolma's old group."
[Geoff]
Geoff snickers. "Wonderful. Two Clans, and now a bunch of hunters. The suspect pool keeps getting deeper. You know, I'm kind of glad I'm off Prime."
[Bekka]
The angel looks at Miles meaningfully, non verbally asking whether he wishes to wait for an assignment, or simply jet, to work over whatever low level punks might have closer knowledge of Marco, and Louis' movements on the eve of the murder.
[Miles]
The discussion of leads starting, Miles returns Bekka's look and, although ready to leave, pipes in with what he has to offer. "The Ammasite has Louis working on some computer project with someone outside the Neighborhood. We've got a Cafitti in interrogation named Marco who had a run-in with Louis a week ago." He holds his position, waiting to see if this sparks anyone's knowledge.
[John]
Step away from his desk he walks between the group that looks like they are leaving and the others from the crime scene. "Do you know what the Marco/Louis run in was about?"
[Miles]
"Apparently Louis had been hitting on some of Marco's usual victims," he replies, "or at least that's what the Ammasite punks had to say." Miles' tone is even and explanatory, and the term 'punk' is used descriptively, not pejoritavitely.
There are a few cocked eyebrows from some of the senior detectives as Miles makes reference to the vampire's food sources as 'victims'. True that no one in the room would agree to that life style, however they are a victim' as much as the idle who search out a drug dealer and beg them for a fix not because they are addicted but because they thought it would be cool.
The door to James' office opens and returns Kevin to the group of detectives. Nearly at the same time the door leading to Doyle's opens. In the doorway is a slender elf dressed in a trench coat looking not quite lost, nostalgic perhaps.
[Kevin]
The tattooed Detective steps out of the office in time to see the new visitor. Kevin pauses only for a brief moment before striding confidently over to the visitor to greet him, " Good evening Sir, my name is detective Tehawaki, how may we be of assistance?"
[Dhemon]
Removing his trench and draping it over his arm,... "Nice to meet you. My name is Dhemon. I see things have changed over the past few years."Casually looking over the room through the door, "Am I late?"
[Kleo]
The Muse glances over to the newcomer, then turns her attention quickly to James' office. "Damnation and Hades Fire" she mutters to herself.
[Sposs]
The dog faced gnoll sitting at the near by desk stands up and barks, “Rou rust re ra returning retective. Rease rome rin, rall ra ruthers are rere.”
[John]
Tangentially John returns to his attention back to the case at hand and asks, “You think that the food they were fighting with and the Norman Louis was working with are the same person?”
[Miles]
"Not sure about that," Miles responds to the question when he realizes how John is using the word 'food.' "I didn't have the impression that they were, but we didn't have enough time to really get to that question."
[Li]
Pulling out his pad he flips through some pages, "They were fighting over a girl with long curly brown hair with a mole on her upper lip. They think the Norman who was working with Louis was male, 6 feet tall, with a crew cut. No names on either of them."
[Miles]
The Saunee doesn't get a chance to introduce himself to the newcomer before he is whisked off to James' office. Looking at the others who seem to be finished with their ideas, Miles figures he'll sort out the rest on the way.
"OK," he says, looking over at Bekka's expectant face, "we've got some pavement to pound quickly before Li and Marco get to continue the interview." He leaves through the door with Bekka and Li, heading to the Caffitti hangout Bekka has in mind.
[Kevin]
The detective looks briefly at the visitor, slightly confused at his last statement, before realizing who this person must be. "Mr. Price, James is expecting you in his office, it is good to meet you" the Tattooed warrior offers as he steps aside and points to James’ office.
[James]
On their way to James' office they pass a young looking Fey girl Dhemon recognizes. Ralyn buzzes for James. The office door, while ajar, opens quickly as James appears. "Dhemon, nice to finally meet you. Everyone this is Dhemon Price. He was a detective here twenty years ago, before my time. Why don't you introduce yourselves and get him to speed on the case." James then returns back to his office just as he grabs a file from Ralyn.
[Geoff]
Geoff says, "Good evening. I'm Geoffrey Thorpe, but 'Geoff' does just as well. The tattooed chap is Kevin, and currently Prime on this investigation." Geoff left it for Kevin to fill in the newcomer.
[Kleo]
Sensing the timing isn't right to 'chat' with James, the Muse introduces herself, "Hello, I'm Kleo Kafalas - It is very nice to meet you." Her soft, delicate hand reaches over to give the newcomer a firm greeting.
[Dhemon]
The Pleasure is mine. I see there have been a lot of changes since my last case here, but I'm sure I'll catch up in no time. (pointing back at the club door) Now, if I'm correct that was Bekka right?
[Geoff]
"So you've met our Temperamental Lady of Firearms? Yes indeed, that was Bekka Elohim." Geoff raises an eyebrow wondering how long both Dhemon and Bekka have known one another.
[Dhemon]
(with a smirk)Yeah, Bekka and I go back a year or ten. I can only assume that you are well acquainted with her as well. She is quite the character isn't she?
(Turning and extending a warm greetings to Kleo) Nice to meet you as well, I'm looking forward to working with you.
[John]
In turn the remaining detectives introduce themselves. “Hi, I’m John,” says the stout detective with an unshaven grin. His grip is firm without being over powering.
[Joan]
Next an athletic Nubian woman extends her hand, “And I’m Joan.” She brushes away her neatly tied corn-row locks as she looks over the returning detective.
[Dhemon]
(Greeting everyone in turn) John, Joan... it's a pleasure. So I can see it's business as usual around here. Anything I can get started on?
[Kleo]
The Muse looks thoughtfully at Dhemon after briefly sensing his past from their handshake, then turns her attention to James' office. Kleo pauses and takes a deep breath before motioning to Joan her intent to chat with De'voreaux.
Quickly striding over to his office, she gently raps on the door, "James - do you have a moment?"
[John]
As the lithe goddess enters James' office, the stout detective asks in his characteristic New York accent, "So what is our next move?"
* * *
[James]
The door slow swings open at Kleo’s knuckles. James looks up from his desk, where three folders are open. “Come in,” he says in a voice that shows fatigue. Closing one of the folders he adds, “I’m looking over the official reports from the raid. What is on your mind.”
[Kleo]
The Muse's anger from earlier in the day has dissipated - giving way to a sort of sympathy for James. It is clearly evident he has had an extremely difficult afternoon. Rubbing the bridge of her nose and squinting with the strain of her new job, she sighs deeply before she closes the door with a 'click'. "James - uh - James - there's far more to 'our' problem than I think you've let on to the others - than even I know."
She comes closer to his desk as she lowers her voice, "Please - can you share anymore information with me... I fear there are serious machinations going on within the community - namely this exploding vampire clan war - which my instinct tells me is just a means to keep the Order busy... Joan is a wonderful detective - but she's far less concerned with En'lil than I am... and... and I just don't feel competent enough to do 'real' detective work. She gives her supervisor a pained expression as images of En'lil's wrath flash across her consciousness.
[James]
James scrawls the lock glyph on his desk securing the room in the same manner as the small conference room. James takes a deep breath before he responds to Kleo’s inquiry, “You’re probably right that there is something more to this vampire case than meets the eye, but I’m not sure if it has anything to do with En’lil.”
[Kleo]
She begins to interject...
[James]
James raises his hands to stop any rebuttal from the goddess, “Let me give you some pieces of the picture you may not be aware of. First the Order has it detractors in the Neighborhood who have nothing to do with En’lil. Our position as law enforcement is very coveted by those who desire power and control. Some of these people are on the NDC. Second, the Florida mishap has caused much inquiry giving our detractors the ammunition they have sought for. Right now we may win a vote of confidence by a single vote. Third, the last election Lady Smyth of the Caffitti clan became a member of the NDC and has a more favorable disposition to the Order than most but it is not completely solid.” James stops to give Kleo time to digest all of this.
[Kleo]
"And you think I can help the Order?" she laughs ruefully, under her breath. "I guess I'm just tired, James, you know I'm not as strong.... as I used to be." Looking at the clock on the wall...
[James]
“How many coups have you been a part of? More than I have. Your experience makes you invaluable to us. I know this day to day investigation is not what you thought it was going to be. We will get to En’lil.”
[Kleo]
"What do you think is the best course of action for me, then?"
[James]
There is a heavy sigh from James, “I didn’t tell the rest of the detectives my concerns because I didn’t want them to gun for a member of the Disciplinary Committee. However, if the evidence falls that way… so be it; if there is evidence of En’lil… so be it. I want you to go out there and look for connections to a possible overthrow of the Order… But keep it to yourself for now.”
[Kleo]
The Muse nods her head knowingly, "It's always the same..."
[James]
As Kleo stands up to leave James picks another manila folder and adds, “I’m just getting to your report. I finished Joan’s. She says you did well in the raid with a sketch of the someone who is helping them.” He opens Kleo’s report and his face goes flush as he looks at a copy of the sketch.
[Kleo]
"Thank y…" her voice dies away as she notices the Chief's reaction to the picture of the mysterious man. Ever so quietly, "Who is he, James?"
[James]
James looks up then glances back down at the picture before he answers in a controlled and polite tone, “I... I need to check on a few things first. We will have a debriefing on Monday. Please excuse me.” With that James quickly leaves his own office.
* * *
[Geoff]
Geoff looks at Kevin, awaiting assignment.
[Kevin]
The Te'Maroan stands up and clears his throat slightly before speaking, "ahem, Okay ladies and Gentleman, let's get to work. Mr. Price, nice to have you with us... again. I'll review the basics of the case for those whom are still putting this together and the sake of our returning detective." Kevin gives a slight pause to see if anyone has anything to say, eyeing each member in turn. "At 5 o'clock this evening we received word to investigate the apparent homicide of a young Vampire, Louise Tessmocker, who is a member of the Ammasite clan. When we arrived at the scene we found the residence in total disarray, and the victim battered and shot, execution style, in the back of the head. Based on interviews with his neighbors and the crime scene a altercation had occurred around 3:30, but no gunshots were heard. His next door neighbor recalls hearing someone leave the apartment very shortly after 3:30. A neighbor down the hall however, distinctly recalls seeing a large Te'Maoran leaving the same residence at around 4:30. Forensics found no evidence of physical forced entry but did find evidence of magic near the window, a potential entry point. Also found at the scene was the victim's apparent ‘girlfriend’, who apparently made the initial call after finding the victim. She is young witch named Kyle, and was interviewed by Geoff. Kleo and Joan examined the crime scene and the victim and I interviewed his neighbors," Kevin finishes in a matter of fact tone. He pauses to sip his water before continuing, "POINTS OF INTEREST- The victim was allegedly working on some project with the Norman community, as yet unconfirmed. At the crime scene a squad of Ammasites, led by an elder, gained access to the crime scene and preformed some ritual under the guise of burial rites and appear to have named the Caffitti clan during the ritual, a clan they are known to have a long blood feud with." His demeanor suddenly changes," Again, I apologize for the breach in procedure and poor judgment", Kevin says in a low, firm, apologetic voice. "And they appear to have taken great interest in a laptop found at the crime scene, enough to try to influence us to give it to them. IT is currently in our lab being processed." he says with a hint of a smile. "It also appears that the window was breached AFTER the victim was killed, which might account for the multiple exits being witnessed. I have a rendition of the second 'visitor' based on one of neighbors description to our sketch artist." he says holding up the sketch. "Joan and Kleo did some digging and found, thru a reliable source, that apparently the Ammasite Clan has been meeting with the rival Clans, the Caffitti being the most recent. Whatever is discussed, it is much cause for worry and concern within the Vampire community, AND Becca and Miles appear to confirmed thru an 'interview' with one of the Caffitti that there has been some recent beef twix the two clans." Kevin states with a sort of finality. "SOOO, any thoughts, questions, concerns?"
[Geoff]
Geoff said to the new detective, "Um for those of us unaware, could you detail your specialty, and any abilities we might find useful?" He also whispered, "And it was Louis, not Louise."
[Dhemon]
“My area of expertise is Rune magic. I specialize in Forensic Sorcery and with this I am able to detect a wide range of things such as prints, blood and even magic. I can also determine origin of the magic with enough time. My other spells I use for protection, although I do have some offensive. Otherwise I'd be all bark and no bite (smirks).”
[Geoff]
Geoff whistles and says, "We may need to run you back to the crime scene. Or at least up to the lab to see if you can get anything off the laptop." He looks to Kevin for his thoughts.
[Joan]
Joan interjects, “What about my spell. It will consume the hairs, but we might get a fix on whoever the hairs belong to.”
[Kevin]
"Well then, I'd like us to follow up on some leads, thank you Ladies" Kevin says bowing slightly and gracefully towards to two female detectives. "Kleo, you follow up on Jack at Trapper John's and apply your feminine charm. Joan, please do that voodoo that you do so well and see if you can get a bead on a suspect for us. Geoff, would you kindly escort Mr. Price back to the scene of the crime," he says politely looking at the Dhemon. "I understand you have considerable knowledge as pertains to certain kinds of Magic. I'd like you to see what you can ascertain. I will go to St. BArt's in Spanishtown to speak with Fathers Rodrigo and Spiro." the detective states in a firm, polite manner. Then adding a hint of a smirk, he adds "And we'll wait and see what the 'Dalton gang' come back with...and pray 'till then. OKAY LADIES AND GENTS, LET"S GET WORK!!! And stay in touch...PLEEASSEE!"
[Joan]
Joan gives a concerned look at Kevin before she says, “You’re going to let a rookie go solo on an interview?”
[John]
“Don’t worry, I’ll go with her once she is finished in James’ office,” he says to her then looks at Kevin for approval.
[Kevin]
The detective tries to stifle a pained expression before regaining his composure and replying, "Good point Joan, I apologize for the oversight. Kleo has handled herself so well I had almost forgot. Thank you John for offering to escort our new charge; but let her do the interview please. I want you to just make sure things don't get out of hand. She needs the experience."
[John]
John nods at Kevin's words, "Sure thing. One more thing, are we disregarding the Tolma lead?"
[Kevin]
The detective scratches his chin momentarily while flipping thru his notes and , realizing his error, looks up at John, "Damn it, I knew I was forgetting something. Thanks John. Okay....let's see, Joan, how long do you think your analysis will take?"
The door of James' office swings open and quickly departs James towards the small conference room. At the door way is a somewhat concerned Kleo.
[Joan]
Taking out a small vial of yellow liquid, “With two hairs, it might give me a few minutes where I will experience what the owner is experiencing. If we can determine where they are we’ll have to pick them up. After that we will have to interrogate him… I’m not sure how long it will take.”
[Kleo]
Coming to stand next to Joan, Kleo quickly composes herself and watches the Nubian manipulate the vial. "I'm sorry I took so long... what's our next step, Kevin?"
[Kevin]
The Tattooed Te'Maoran nods in Kleo's direction in acknowledgement as he closes his eyes, deep in his own thoughts, for a moment. His face shows obvious signs of some internal debate or struggle, after which his body seems to relax and he addresses the squad again in a firm manner, "The Tolma group is under consideration, but not a likely enough lead to warrant changing our already stretched thin resources. If one of us finishes their first assignment early maybe we will have time to follow up, but only if time permits. So for now we stick to the original plan. Joan, run the 'test' if you please, and make it count. Kleo, you and John check out Jack at Trapper John's, and Kleo leads the interview. Mr. Price and Geoff, you gentlemen recheck the crime scene for Magic evidence. I'll still handle St. Bart's." The detective looks around and adds, "Any questions?"
[Dhemon]
"No... no questions." Grabbing his bag and trench, "Just need directions and a vehicle."
[Geoff]
Geoff looks at Price and says, "I'll drive, since I know where we're going. Don't worry, I'll stay on the right side of the road." He leads the way to the vehicle.
[Joan]
The detectives begin to filter out; Kevin by himself taking his own small jeep, while Geoff and Dhemon take a company car. Kleo and John are about to leave when Joan asks them to stay a bit. “I may need some help determining where the perp is as well as help collaring him.”
It takes a few minutes to collect the hairs from Forensics. Quickly Joan places the hairs in the vial. Closing it she shakes it vigorously and watches them dissolve. Then she opens the vial and swallows the now black liquid. Making a face like a child taking medicine; Joan slumps in her chair and her eyes glaze over.
“Its really loud, thumping kind of music,” her voice is detached and passive, “holding a drink… beer in a bottle… sleeves are ruffled and silk…white… jacket feels like velvet, dark blue or black… lighting is poor… colored lights flashing… looking down… from a balcony maybe… on a dance floor… there are women on pedestals dancing…”
[Kleo]
The Muse blinks, and asks,"It sounds like some kind of dance club. Can you describe what the girls are wearing... or the decor?"
[Joan]
In a more lucid voice, "He's not really looking at the girls... more like he is scanning the room, looking for someone... People are mostly dressed in black... Leather, vinyl, vintage clothes… One of the girls on the pedestal is wearing black leather jacket, thigh high boots, and underwear…”
[John]
Reflexively John gains a big grin at Joan’s description of one of the dancers.
[Kleo]
The Muse takes a deep breath, "Well, it appears to be some type of club", she pauses for emphasis, “with a second story interior balcony. It is most probably the Boneyard, Joan."
[John]
The grin washes quickly away, “Boneyard is a Caffitti hangout… Didn’t Bekka say something about busting some Caffitti heads?”
[Joan]
As if on cue, “I see them… Bekka, Li, and the new guy… their starting to walk across the dance floor…” Suddenly in a flash of incite, “This guy is watching who is coming through the door…”
[John]
The big detective begins to pat himself down, “Kleo call one of them.”
[Kleo]
She flips out her phone and dials, '0' - "Please put me through to Bekka - quickly", she says with urgency.
When the surly angel answers, Kleo calmly explains, "Our Caffitti perpetrator is on the second floor balcony, near the blood red curtain. He's wearing a dark velvet jacket, with white ruffled cuffs - he's holding a beer bottle... and he's... he's watching you", she stumbles at the end. The Greek looks to John to see if she needs to add any more information.
[Bekka]
The angel, speaking on her phone, "Ya got hard evidence this punk's th' perp? Enough that we should try a collar? Or is this here speculation an' what not?"
[Kleo]
"Um... we've got DNA evidence that he was at the scene of the murder. Joan is channeling him right now, that's how we tracked him to the Boneyard."
[Li]
For a few moments Bekka goes silent, although the background music; heavy bass beat; continues. After a few seconds Li comes on the line. "Kleo, please repeat description of the perp.”
Once Kleo reiterates the description, Li says, “I see him. He looks like he is tracking Bekka and Miles, but is not moving from his position.”
[Joan]
“He’s looking right at Bekka… Her and the rookie are climbing a spiral staircase…” Joan suddenly shakes her head, “Crap, that’s it. I lost the connection.”
[Kleo]
"Li - He's looking directly at them climbing the spiral staircase..." Kleo adds, quickly, "That's all we have... Joan has lost her connection to the suspect!"
[John]
"Tell them, we can pick the perp up for interrogation, if they want," says the large detective.
[Kleo]
"Li... John suggests we come by to retrieve the suspect for interrogation, if you'd like."
[Li]
“I’ll ask Bekka when she picks up again.”
[Bekka]
As if on cue the perpetually surely voice returns to the line, "Hey...Kleo, right? Ya got any info as ta powers on this perp? I'd really like ta know if he's a flyer, or somethin' such."
[Kleo]
The Muse looks over to Joan, "Does our suspect have any special powers... Is he a flyer?" Kleo holds out the phone to the Nubian, in case she'd like to complete the call.
[Joan]
Taking the phone begins in a dry voice, “We don’t know much about him. It is very likely that he knows magic. Sorry can’t be more helpful.”
[Kleo]
"Joan, using the evidence for the tracking spell... How do we connect the suspect to the crime scene - when we go to trial?"
[Joan]
Covering the mouth piece Joan answers Kleo, “That is one of the problems of this spell. Forensics has the hair on file, hopefully that will be enough. Hopefully there will be other evidence, blood, finger prints, magical aura…”
[Kleo]
Nodding her head, Kleo waits expectantly for news from the Boneyard.
[Joan]
Quickly getting up she says, “Let’s get down there. Bekka and Miles are moving in.” Handing back the phone to Kleo she grabs her keys and heads for the garage.
[Kleo]
The Muse hesitates, trying to play off her unease, "So, do you think Bekka will appreciate our help?" She smoothes her chignon and pauses as she watches John and Joan make their way to the door.
[Joan]
Reaching the door, Joan wobbles slightly.
[John]
“You alright?”
[Joan]
“Damn spell, sometimes this happens.”
[John]
“You rest, Kleo and I get the perp,” he says squeezing her hand tenderly.
[Joan]
She just nods and heads back.
[John]
Looking at Kleo, “Come on, all we are going to do is pick up the perp. We’ll only go in if things get out of hand.”
[Kleo]
"Let's hope the Angel has things under control", she murmurs under her breath. Following John to the garage, "So, have you had many dealings with the vampire community before? I have to admit, I have not."
[John]
“You can’t help but deal with them on this job. Most of the time they keep to themselves and are not very noticeable in the Neighborhood. But when they do pop up, they always make a big fuss.” The two get to the garage and John passes the passenger side and opens the Kleo’s door from the drive’s side controls, “They are always scheming, but they are less arrogant than those Hygate elves.”
[Kleo]
She gives the detective a knowing smile, "Yes... those Elves," she begins, shaking her head. Retriving her phone from her jacket pocket, "Let me ring Li - so he knows we're on our way."
"Please put me through to Detective Li", she speaks melodically into the receiver. When he picks up, "Li... this is Kleo - John and I are on our way, for back up."
“It looks like things are under control right now. The perp is not putting up much of a fight.
[John]
John continues drive with a concerned look on his face.
[Kleo]
"John, it looks like things are under control at the Boneyard," Kleo tries to hide her relief. "So why are you still scowling? Have you thought of another angle on this case?"
[John]
Unconvincingly John quickly responds, “yeah, yeah, things don’t seem to fitting together right… ya know?”
[Kleo]
Noticing his tone, Kleo looks intently at the detective, "Well, as it is my first day... everything is quite a blur. But, John, what do mean - things not fitting together?"
[John]
“Uh, ya know… just not right.”
[Kleo]
The Muse gives a sideways glance to the detective, "John," she begins, "I have the distinct feeling you're not commenting on our case." Angling herself in the seat so she can watch his body language, "What's on your mind?"
[John]
>From Kleo’s vantage point John looks very uncomfortable, “I’m just worried about Joan, okay?”
[Kleo]
Laying a comforting hand on his arm, " I know what you mean about Joan... but... I do not think that she is the only thing on your mind right now."
Giving his arm a gentle squeeze, "Not that I want to pry... but you seem preoccupied with something else altogether." She gives him a compassionate smile, and cocks her head to one side.
[John]
“We’re here,” he says and cuts of Kleo by points to Li standing at the curb with a large Te’Maroan looking man.
[Kleo]
Sensing John's discomfort at her gentle questioning, Kleo nods and looks over at their suspect.
[Li]
Placing the man in the back seat, “He shouldn’t give you guys too much problems. He’s been very cooperative.”
[Kleo]
The Muse turns to face the Te'Maroan, "I'm Detective Kafalas - We have some questions for you regarding the murder of Louis Tessmocker. We're hoping you can shed some light on the subject." She studies the man intently.
[Large Perp]
“Look, like I was telling the other offices, it wasn’t me. Something else is going on here,” he rattles off desperately.
[John]
“Save it,” John says sternly, “We’ll do this back at the office.”
* * *
Bone Yard: 7:53 pm
Taking the LTD, this time Li does the driving. Going along the path they took when they picked up Marco they head for the Goth club, Bone Yard.
[Miles]
As they make their way to the club, Miles asks the other two, "You familiar with some of the people mentioned? Fathers Rodrigo and Spiro, was it?" He pauses briefly. "Then the bartender and the vampire hunters, these Tolma?"
[Li]
"I remember the Tolma and her group. I don't recognize the others," Li says looking over his shoulder hoping that Bekka may add something.
Bekka's silence doesn't faze the Chinese detective. Soon he stops the car in front Bone Yard. As he exits the car a large bouncer moves forward telling him that he has to move his car. Li simply flashes his badge saying he is FBI and the large man backs off.
As the three enter they are bombarded by heavy thumping vibrations from the heavy base of the music. They see the dance floor as the detectives rounds a corner. The club is crowded with an eclectic mixture of satin shirts and leather bodices. There are paid dancers on four raised platforms gyrating to the music. Most of the costumers are dancing on the first floor. Stairs leading to the second floor balcony are to the left and symmetrically on the far side. Looking up at the second floor some people are dancing others are talking; some are just looking down at the dance floor.
[Li]
Turning to his partners the short detective asks in a voice that is almost shouting as to get over the industrial music, “So how do you want to do this?”
[Bekka]
Taking a deep breath to calm down, the tall angel nods to her partner. "Figger we should do this by th' numbers. I been all frustrated wit' this, so I been geetin' sloppy...too rough, ya know? As I unnerstan' we gotta bring this in clean...iits all 'bout politics an' such, that I don' preten' ta unnderstan'."
She takes a moment to convert her attire back to her customary "Miami Vice" suit...but opts to leave her wings extruded...since they alone would intimidate the hell out of the vampiric, and confirm her identity to all.
"We'll do this good cop, bad cop. Obviously...I'm th' bad cop."
[Li]
Li smiles feeling more comfortable at his partner’s words. "This place is big, where do you want to search first?"
[Miles]
Although not dressed for the occasion, Miles doesn't seem uncomfortable in the club. He stands close to the other two so that he can hear them easily, and follows in silence while keeping his eyes alert and looking about.
[Bekka]
Pointing to the far end; past the bar, where there are a few tables and chairs sheltered away from the music, Bekka says, "Let's start back there, an' work our way back through th' place."
The three make a conspicuous group as the head towards the area on the far side past the bar. After a few steps through the dance floor Bekka’s phone goes off. When she picks up she finds Kleo’s voice on the other end.
[Kleo]
Kleo calmly explains, "Our Caffitti perpetrator is on the second floor balcony, near the blood red curtain. He's wearing a dark velvet jacket, with white ruffled cuffs - he's holding a beer bottle... and he's... he's watching you", she stumbles at the end.
[Bekka]
The angel, speaking on her phone, does not look upward, but instead, says into the device, "Ya got hard evidence this punk's th' perp? Enough that we should try a collar? Or is this here speculation an' what not?"
While speaking, she slows her pace, and makes a meaningful, if subtle glance to Li and Miles, to let them know that there is a problem.
[Kleo]
"Um... we've got DNA evidence that he was at the scene of the murder. Joan is channeling him right now, that's how we tracked him to the Boneyard."
[Bekka]
Without pocketing or closing the phone, Bekka speaks to Miles and Li...leaning close in order to make sure the others can hear in the din. "Office called. Th' perp's on th' balcony...don' look up." She relays the description in terse tones to the others. "Kleo, th' rookie, says they got crime scene DNA, so he's good fer a collar. This might not be th' easiest or best venue, though, ya know. Any ideas how ya wanna play it?"
For a moment, she glares at Miles. Then, putting on a show like the rookie has done something wrong, she says, "Talk ta me like we're arguin'...like somethin' happened downtown that looks bad on me. That way, keeps our conversation kinda on th' down low. I'm thinkin'...by th' way..we should collar his lame punk ass."
[Li]
Knowing the game, Li pushes Bekka’s shoulder, “There are only two stairs to the balcony. I’ll cover the one closest to the door.”
[Bekka]
Seemingly angry, the Angel glares at Li, making an imperceptible nod. With no comment, she hustles off Miles, with the body language of, "get over here, rookie", hustling him off toward the further stairway.
In low tones, under the music's bass line, she says, "Li's got his other exit. Hopefully, th' bastard don't fly. I hate flyin'." this seems ironic, given her large, angelic wings.
[Li]
Moving off into the crowd, Li takes out his phone and plugs in his ear piece. If a few seconds he has entered the call between the Muse and Angel. “Kleo, please repeat description of the perp.”
As Miles and Bekka navigate through the crowd it becomes apparent that most people here are Norman. Though both are conspicuously dressed, Bekka’s wings somehow makes her blend in better. Both can see others with wings, although fake, dancing or milling around.
Once Kleo reiterates the description, Li says, “I see him. He looks like he is tracking Bekka and Miles, but is not moving from his position.”
Once up the stairs, the pair of detectives find their target looking at them still putting weight on the railing. He is a large man; muscular. His dark velvet jacket almost doesn’t fit around his barrel chest. His tanned complexion suggests a Polynesian background while his eyes look more Asian.
[Miles]
Looking frustrated and a little angry, Miles follows the angel. "We got a lowdown on possible powers?" He keeps his eyes peeled for anyone dressed or looking like the perp who may also be eyeballing them from elsewhere - potential friends who could become involved in any incident that breaks out.
"Suggestions on the best way to collar this fellow?" he asks.
[Bekka]
"Don' know squat 'bout no powers. Fact is, it's all pretty much th' same. Ya wanna take 'em th' reasonable way, iff'n we can. The plan here is we're gonna try ta box i'im in, an' ask 'im ta com quietly. That's th' plan."
She adds, "He get's rowdy, I'm gonna shoot 'im up. Alot. Capeesh?"
Realizing that they have a source of info, she says into her cell, still putting on her angry show, "Hey...Kleo, right? Ya got any info as ta powers on this perp? I'd really like ta know if he's a flyer, or somethin' such."
Seemingly magically, her cig stays balanced as she speaks and moves.
[Joan]
Taking the phone begins in a dry voice, “We don’t know much about him. It is very likely that he knows magic. Sorry can’t be more helpful.”
[Li]
After Joan’s answer Li asks, “Partner, you want to interrogate the perp or let Joan and them take him in and do it?”
[Bekka]
"They ain't gonna let me talk ta him too much. Figger we haul 'im back ta th' office...quiet like, if we can. Let th' pansies an' their goddamn politics do th' talkin' since they figger they know th' job."
As the Angel talks on the phone, the large man turns his attention back to the dance floor
[Miles]
The young detective continues alongside his partner as they close in on the perp. Without drawing attention to his movement, he casually glances at the dance floor to see that nothing significant has changed.
[Bekka]
The angel's stride becomes more purposeful, and less distracted as she begins to drop her act, and close in on the perp. She loosens her Miami Vice style jacket, and also loosens her guns in their holsters, pocketing the phone.
As her peacemakers become visible the crowd on the balcony parts for her. The perps eyes are on the dance floor until it is too late for him. When he notices the people around move he looks to his right only to find a surly, cigarette smoking, gun packing, angel.
[Large Perp]
The large tan skin man looks a little taking off guard, standing a good half foot over the angel. “Yes?” his tone is ironically polite.
[Bekka]
The angel, having made her way upstairs with her rookie partner, takes her cig from her mouth, and casually says to the perp, "If ya don' mind sir....we'd like ta ask ya a coupla questions...down at th' office. I don' wanna do this th' hard way...at this point, it's jus' some questions." Her manner, although calm, has a steel behind it, her blue eyes indicating that she is all too willing to take things to a conclusion here if need be, but would rather not fill out the paperwork.
[Large Perp]
“Uh… Sure… but…” it is obvious that his hesitation is more from confusion than intimidation by the angel.
[Bekka]
She nods her head, and makes a motion clearly indicating to Miles that all is clear. She pishes out a pack of cigs, and offers one to the perp. "Thanks fer bein' nice like. Makes th' whole thing more... whatchacall... copesetic, eh?" She gestures, indicating they should move along toward the car.
[Miles]
As the large man moves by Miles grabs him with a firm grip at his arm and escorts him to the spiral stairs.
[Large Perp]
“Wait… it’s not me… There’s something going on…” his words is filled with panic. Once down the stairs his voice is drowned out by the music.
[Miles]
"Don't worry, fellow," Miles says in a somewhat soothing tone, "we just wanna keep you safe and ask some questions." He smiles slightly as he looks the fellow in the eye before looking to Li as he approaches.
[Li]
Li meets up with them at the door and grabs the large man’s free arm. Leaning in close to Bekka, “I saw some of the Caffitti move from the bar to there,” he says while pointing to the lounge area nearest to the door. “I’ll take the perp out side and wait for the others, why don’t you take Miles see if you can find some answers.”
[Miles]
He is surprised to hear Li call the man a 'perp' while he is within earshot, but nods at Li's suggestion, looking to Bekka for the lead, since she is the only one who might recognize the Caffitti on sight. Having gotten a closer look at the fellow and heard his voice, he thinks back through his day to any similar looking men he may have seen today, most likely at Doyle's.
[Bekka]
Nodding to her partner, Bekka heads off to the corner of the club. Her saunter exudes confidence, control, determination, and a meanness usually associated with a rabid wolverine. Once there she finds she finds several tables and booths filled with people wearing an underdark GQ styling. Few recognize her, those that don’t are either too young or simply Caffitti ‘friends’. She scans the area where she sees at one table Marco’s friends.
[Caffitti Blue Blazer]
One in a blue blazer spots the pair first. Getting his buddies’ attention, all three look towards the on coming detectives. “Where is Marco? What did you do with him?”
[Caffitti Red Shirt]
“Its some Gestapo thing they got going. That’s why their going down,” says his buddy in a red silk shirt.
[Female Caffitti]
Both Vampires get the back of the heads cuffed by woman who got out from her both. She wears a tight sleeve around her body as a dress. “That’s no way to talk to the Angel,” she scolds them. Sashaying towards the detectives, she says, “The young… they need to be taught to respect others. What may I do for you.”
[Miles]
"Just want to talk to the fellows here," Miles says with a warm smile, but carefully observing the woman as well as the others from earlier this evening.
[Female Caffitti]
“I’m sure they’ll answer all your questions,” she says then turns to the three and flashes then a look that makes the three sit up straight.
[Miles]
The man takes a moment to scan the other Caffitti and "friends" present, looking to see their attention to the current situation with a fairly passive face of his own.
"Well, fellows, we've been hearing stories from Marco, and we'd like to hear some corroboration." He looks at each of them slowly, as well as at the female who is clearly their senior.
"In particular," Miles continues, "we were hearing about a little confrontation here last week. You mind running through your memory of what went down?" Miles' look is serious but not unfriendly.
[Caffitti Red Shirt]
“Which one?” responds the crimson clad vampire.
[Caffitti Leather Jacket]
“Yeah, Marco is such a hot head,” adds the third vampire on the table, who is wearing a leather jacket of European styling.
[Miles]
Miles chuckles and shakes his head slightly at the implication that Marco had been in several altercations. Before responding, he takes another look over at the other Caffitti and friends gathered nearby, looking for the curly brown hair and mole that match the description of the person Marco and Louis fought over.
Scanning the room quickly Miles can’t see anyone fitting that description, it being dark and the lights from the dance floor doesn’t help. Possibly if he took more time and a concerted effort he’d might find what he was looking for.
"How many does he get in per night?" Miles ask serious, then follows up immediately with, "This would have been one in regards to one of your 'friends.'" Miles has little trouble projecting his voice in this crowded room, used to chanting at a volume that carries well.
[Caffitti Blue Blazer]
“All of Marco’s run-ins have to do with our ‘friends,’” answers the one in blue as he sips his drink.
[Bekka]
The angel stands, looking surly and intimidating in her white suit, her hands in her pockets, quietly smoking. Her eyes run over the vampire woman briefly, a cursory nod to the woman's obvious goth attractiveness, but remains more fixed on the two speaking. She feels Miles is certainly solid with the questions, but feels the pressure to move things forward.
"Fact is...Marco wasn't none to helpful ta us. If'n ya c'n help us out...it'll go a long way ta keepin' th' Clan truces standin'....which is good fer everyone, ya know? We need ta know what he knows, an' ain't spillin'. Seems ta me that he knows what came down....an' feels like he's backed by some big mojo."
Her tone opens it to comment.
[Female Caffitti]
“What do you mean Angel?” her concern seems genuine. “What does Marco have to do with our truces?”
[Bekka]
Ashing her cig irresponsibly, the angel regards the Caffitti woman with her piercing eyes, respecting the woman more, now that some serious sense has been shown. She says, simply, "I'll be straight wit' ya. He's at least tangetially involved in a murder, one that could upset th' balance o' yer truce. Fact is, he may be a material witness. He ain't sayin' jack shit ta no one about nothin' though, so we can't say one thing or th' other 'bout what he knows. The suits kept me from roughin' 'im up ta make 'im talk...so now, we're askin' questions in th' underworld. Punk seems ta shoot 'is mouth off, so we figger he blabbed ta someone."
[Female Caffitti]
“Murder; someone murdered a vampire?” her eyes flash with anger, turning quickly to Marco’s crew, “Do you know anything about this?!!” All three shake their heads. Back to the angelic detective, “Was it one of us? Did a Caffitti die today?”
[Miles]
Roan Horse lets the angel continue with the questioning, but he examines the expressions and reactions of the female and Marco's friends to judge the sincerity of each.
[Bekka]
The Angel shrugs her shoulders, her wings moving with the gesture. "A vamp got iced, fer sure...an Ammasite. Buncha Caffitti youngsters seem ta be...tangentially involved though. Fact is...Miss..." the angel realizes that she doesn't have the other's name.
[Anjana]
“Anjana Shaw.”
[Bekka]
"Fact is, any vamp gets iced, its a problem fer th' clans. Add ta that th' involvement o' one o' th' others...even at th' fringe....it aint good. Melik's pretty pissed an' all...go figger, huh?"
[Anjana]
The comely vampires face wrinkles with a snear, “Melik, king of dogs. An Ammasite loss is no real loss. However, I am sure we had nothing to do with it.”
Turning to the three vampires sitting at the table, who look at each other with eyes widened by the news of a dead Ammasite, “You will answer the detective with honesty and clarity.”
[Bekka]
The angel smiles slightly, a gesture that does not reach her eyes, like an old western sheriff. "Much obliged. See...we're figgerin' that th' situation is all....whatchacall...orchestrated....ta set th' clans on each other once again. Figger no one needs that, even if ya don' like each other none."
She continues to watch Anjanna as she says to the younger vampires, "C'mon...spill yer guts, kids."
[Caffitti Red Shirt]
“The last time we saw any Ammasites was a week ago,” starts the one in the red shirt. “We were told that they were coming and instructed that treat them as uninvited.”
[Caffitti Leather Jacket]
“Yeah, so they come in like they own the place. And we tell to them to leave. But one is already talking to Melissa, one of Marco’s girls,” adds the leather jacketed vampire. “So Marco, heads on over there and they start talking. One thing leads to another and things get out of hand.”
[Caffitti Blue Blazer]
“Yeah man, that’s right. We had to go over there and pull Marco away. After that they left,” finishes the vampire in the blue jacket.
[Miles]
"And is Melissa here tonight?" Miles asks, not have been able to spot the woman himself.
[Caffitti Red Shirt]
“She usually comes in later,” answers the one in red.
[Miles]
"Do you know where we can find her? Either an address or someone who knows where we can find her?" Miles pauses momentarily, then adds, "With Marco as a suspect, she might be able to help vouch for him... give us a better picture."
[Caffitti Red Shirt]
“Marco keeps tabs on her.”
[Caffitti Blue Blazer]
“She has a place in Oceanview, blue building at the corner of Yellowtail and Melan.”
[Miles]
"And this fight over Melissa," Miles asks, "was it out of the ordinary. Are Marco's fights typically with other vampires, particularly from other clans?"
[Caffitti Red Shirt]
“Marco’s fights are usually about his women; vampire and Norman; who ever gets too close.”
[Miles]
The hataalii is clearly working through possibilities in his head. "Would Marco have taken this fight any differently? Been particularly upset afterwards? And if so, would this have just been around you," he says, indicating the three who clearly hang out with Marco regularly, "or could there have been other friends around?"
[Caffitti Red Shirt]
Shaking his head, the one in red answer, “Na it was just another fight, this time with the Ammasites”
[Miles]
Speaking in such as way that the older, female vampire might also answer, Miles continues with his questions. "How is it that you knew they were coming? The Assmites, that is. Is that typical behavior? This is a Caffitti club, is it not?" He looks around a bit to emphasize his point.
[Caffitti Leather Jacket]
There are chuckles from the three at the table at Miles’ name calling before the one in dark leather pipes in, “The direttore, our boss told us,” pipes in the one in dark leather.
[Anjana]
“He means one of the elders told him,” explain Anjana.
[Miles]
"And why were you told to make them unwelcome?" Miles asks. Before they can quip off a smart remark, though, the detective adds, "I mean we know there's bad blood between the lot of you, but was there something specific about last week?"
[Caffitti Red Shirt]
All the young vampires shrug their shoulders. Finally the red shirt vampire says, “You’ll have to has him yourself”
[Miles]
Nodding, clearly understanding the hierarchy going on here, Roan Horse then asks the obvious, "Who is your direttore? And, where might we get hold of him in the next few hours or so?"
[Caffitti Leather Jacket]
“Siddil Auberjonois, he should be at the penthouse,” says the one in leather.
[Miles]
"Now, you might not know any specifics, but I'd like to ask anyway," Miles begins, rubbing the back of his neck briefly. "We know the Assmites were meeting with the Caffitti last week." He speaks slowly, not sure how much these vampires may even know about clan politics. "Any ideas what that was about? And, more importantly, how that went?"
[Anjana]
The three again look clueless as they look to one another. Anjana on the other hand adds, “The Ammasite came to the penthouse last week to talk to our Elders. You will have to ask them about that.”
[Miles]
"Thank you," Miles responds in a respectful tone to Anjana but somewhat inclusive of the three friends of Marco, "You've been very helpful. I'm not sure if you have any more questions, Detective Elohim," he says, turning toward the angel briefly, "but I have one more thing I'd like to run past you."
[Bekka]
The angel thumbs out a cig, and looks over the group of vampires. To the young hoods, she says, simply, "Thanks. Yer feelin' a bit put upon now, but ya did th' right thing, by yer own clan...ya got my word on it."
More respectfully, she looks to Anjanna, and says, "Much obliged ma'am, fer all yer help." She passes the other woman a business card, from the pocket of her Miami Vice style suit, and says, "If ya come up wit' any useful talk onna subject...inna next coupla days, call my cell. Thanks again." Her tone is respectful, and her eyes only twinkle with a perfunctory leer at the attractive woman, for form's sake more than anything else. She seems legitimately respectful
As they walk away, the angel listens closely to Miles...and considers his query.
[Miles]
He mulls briefly how to say it, then speaks up, again measuring his voice against the crowd and music but not wanting anyone else to hear. "If the Assmites were preparing for another clan war, what would you expect to see? What would indicate to you that they're gathering troops on the border?"
[Bekka]
After walking through recollections in her mind, the NRAngel answers her Native American partner. "Figger the Caffitti, they'd start swellin' their numbers from outta town members. We'd see a big increase inna number o' Caffitti runnin' roun' an' that'd be fairly obvious."
She drags off of a new cig, and continues. "The Ammasites...figger those guys, they ain't th' hands on kinda bunch, ya dig? Las' time roun' they went hirin' mercenaries from another clan, the...Bruhal? Berujah? Beluga? Somethin' like that. Buncha jerkwads sellin' thir killin' skils ta any an' all, ya see? Increase inna number o' those punks, an'....figger mebbe ya want those rounds ya were eyein' inna mornin'."
[Miles]
"So," he responds, "in preparation they might start meeting with the other clans, looking for takers." It is more a statement than a question, reflecting upon an earlier report back at headquarters that the Ammasites have been meeting with all the clans.
As they clear out of the club, Miles looks for Li and the vehicle. He then fishes the phone and earpiece out of his pocket, fumbling slightly in his unfamiliarity to put them together.
"Li," he says when he sees the other detective, "you're driving, right? I'll call in and fill everyone in on what we've got. If we don't have to go back to the office, I suggest we hit Club Viscous."
[Li]
“No can do, just got a call from dispatch. The Arbitrator for Marco has arrived. We need to get back to the office,” say the detective as he gets into the driver seat.
[Miles]
Miles waits until he gets into the vehicle before calling up dispatch, asking to be put through to everyone who is free and willing to listen.
Dispatch is able to connect Miles with several of the detectives.
[Kevin]
The detective parks the car and ques dispatch to link him in, "I'm about to interview the priest, but I have a few minutes, go ahead"
[Miles]
"Hey everyone," Miles starts of in his slow manner of speaking. "We just pulled out of the Bone Yard, after talking with some of Marco's cronies."
Miles pauses, perhaps to sort out things in his head. "Confirming the obvious, Marco's a real hot-head. He gets into fights all the time, though none of them seem all that serious. Louis and his pals came in last week, announced." The rookie detective emphasizes this last word. "Marco's boss had told them not to make the Ammasites feel welcome, and Marco got into a fight with Louis over one of Marco's regular blood donors."
"That woman's name is Melissa. She isn't in the Bone Yard, yet, though she is expected later. She lives in Oceanview, in a blue building at the corner of Yellowtail and Melan. If we need a better recap of the fight, should Marco stay a prime suspect, someone will want to talk to her. To recap, she's the woman with long, curly, brown hair and a beauty mark on her upper lip."
"As for the announced arrival of the Ammasite, no one on hand knew why they were coming or why they should be unwelcome. Marco's direttore, a Siddil Auberjonois, will be the person to talk to. He's at the penthouse, and might be able to get us some insight into the situation. If we are looking at a situation where the Ammasite are trying to make a powerplay or start a clan war, this Auberjonois should be able to help us out, since he won't want one of his men taking a fall for another clan."
Roan Horse pauses, running through the different facts in his head to reconfirm for himself that there's nothing more to add from the vampires. "That's all on those guys. You've got the Te'Maoran fellow already. I assume someone can fill us in later on why some guy who works at Doyle's might be moonlighting as a vampire slayer."
Miles holds on the line for any questions or any information other people might have to relay.
[Kevin]
The Te'Maoran mulls over the information. "Good job, Miles. I imagine they'll start the interview ASAP. I'm going to talk the Fathers here and then I'll head over to check out the Melissa lead if there's time. Good Luck!"
[Miles]
"Li, did you get any more info while you were waiting outside?" Miles asks after hanging up the phone. "We're wasting our time interviewing Marco if we don't know more about the crime scene."
Miles is about to let Li answer, when he thinks of another, equally important question. "Also, what are the Neighborhood rules on holding someone? Do we have 24 hours before we have to charge, like everyone else? Unless we can play Marco to our advantage somehow, it makes more sense to sit on him for a while." Miles looks back at the angel, suspecting that his partner probably wouldn't mind any added discomfort for the uncooperative vampire.
[Li]
Pulling away from the curb, Li answers “I called the Forensics, a preliminary report will be on our desks when we get back. The jist of the report indicates to individuals two people were in the apartment with Louis, and they left separately.”
At a red light Li answers Miles second question, “The arbitrator or the oversight will determine the length of time we can hold him for questioning.”
Turning to Bekka, Li adds, “Speaking of which, since we have oversight hanging around, you want me to run interference with her or do you want to do it yourself…”
[Miles]
Mulling over what little he knows so far, Miles says to the others, "Someone needs to track down this Norman who was working with Tessmocker. Louis' friend - Paul, I believe - mentioned he'd seen him at Club Viscous. Is that an Ammasite hangout?"
[Li]
“Yeah, it’s in Industry City,” answers Li.
[Bekka]
The angel, surly, takes out her cell phone, while gesturing to Li to turn the car around. Dialing the office she says, "Hey! This is Elohim. Hold onta th' suspect, th' Caffitti Marco as long as ya can. Fact is, 'es a punk an' a small time hood...we're not too fond o' pinnin' this crud on 'im. We're checkin' up wit' 'is....whatchacall, clan boss, ta try an' alibi 'im, an' get 'im th' hell outta our collective hair. If th' rep starts askin' too many questions, feel free ta tell 'im that we're lookin' ta alibi 'im."
[Li]
After making a U, Li turnd to Miles in the passenger seat, “Did you find out anything more about the mystery lady; like how long has she been with the Caffitti, or what her day job is?”
[Miles]
A confused look crosses Miles' face. "Mystery lady?" he asks, not sure who Li is talking about. "You mean this Melissa? The senior vampire inside? Someone else?"
[Li]
“Melissa,” replies Li somewhat perplexed at Miles’ question as she was the only woman mentioned in Miles’ recap and he never met the female vampire at the Boneyard.
[Miles]
Miles nods, taking note of the haughty confusion coming from the driver's seat. "No, no further information on her. Maybe Kevin will pick up something." He pauses a second, then asks Li, "No offense, but do you have trouble remembering names?" He says this as even-toned as possible, clearly just trying to gather information about his partner for future reference.
[Li]
"I just thought you would know who I am talking about given the circumstances," his voice even and calm as always.
[Miles]
Shifting so his voice carries easily into the back seat where the angel sits, Miles says while they make their way to the Caffitti penthouse,
"So what's the game plan here? Auberjonois should be fairly forthcoming if we say we are trying to clear Marco and need his insight. Are you familiar with this guy at all?"
[Bekka]
The angel is lighting a new cig, and stowing her flask, which she has obviously taken a large gulp from. "Familiar? Not so much. Yer right though...we play it easy, like we did with the Ass'o'mites. We jus' roll 'im down like we're tryin' ta alibi Marco, a bit player, an' se where he leads us."
She shrugs. "If he's lyin', he'll set us up wit' one o' his enemies as a fall guy, an' that'll play out ta th' bigger fish anyway. If he's straight wit' us, we can get a real lead, an' cut Marco loose...little punk."
Exhaling smoke, she adds, "Win win, kemosabe." It's pretty clear that the angel likes Miles, at this point, as much as she likes anyone.
[Miles]
"Sounds good, sounds good," Miles responds positively and slowly. The Native American looks at the road ahead for a minute before saying anything else.
"So what's your working theory at this point?" he asks. "Not that we have much info, but where are you leaning at this point?"
[Li]
Keeping his eyes on the road, the Asian detective answers, “It’s hard to piece a good picture together. The most confusing facts are the crime scene. We know that two people entered the apartment of the decease and left separately. I’m sure we got one of them. I’d like to get more information on Melissa and the Norman Louis was working with. What do you think?” Li’s question is to either detective.
* * *
220 Baker Street: 8:03 pm
The trip to the scene takes much less time than before. Most of the heavy traffic has subsided, but the Friday crowds makes the streets less than barren. Arriving at the three story stone building, the detectives find the apartment as they have left it, with police tape around the door. Inside, a chalk outline of the body figures prominently in front of them while small circles indicate shell casings and other evidence collected by the CSI team.
[Geoff]
Geoff opens the door then stands aside for Dhemon. "I'll stay out to here, to keep from interfering. And to ward off gawkers. Feel free to close the door if you like."
[Dhemon]
Looking around from the doorway... "Looks like someone had some fun. Umm, I'll just leave the door open a bit, just in case." Mostly closing the door, he walks in and finds a clear spot to rest his bag. He begins casting near the windows for traces of magic
[Dhemon]
It takes about twenty minutes before Dhemon returns to the hallway. Shaking his head he says to Geoff, "I'm done. The CSI team must have done a good job collecting evidence, there wasn't much left."
“Well I did find traces of magic at the windows. Not sure if they found that but I also noted one trace that I couldn't ID. I'll have to look a little further into that one.”
[Geoff]
Geoff shrugs and says, "Well, nice to know we didn't miss much. Let's head back to HQ. I'll call Kevin and let him know we didn't find anything new and ask if he has any direction for us." He pulls out his cell phone and begins dialing.
Dispatch is able to give the immortal detective the last know residence of the Tolma’s group as well as a quick rundown of the occupants.
* * *
Corner of Barbra and Hanum: 8:50 pm
They arrive in the Bayview suburb. The corner house is a three story Victorian building on a small hill. The landscaping is poorly taken care off, over run with weeds and dead trees. The silhouette cast against the night sky gives the place an eerie feel to it.
As the two detectives make their way up to the house the squeaky gate leads itself to the mood. Once up to the porch they can hear arguing from inside. Dhemon boldly rings the door bell.
[Tall Blond]
A few minutes later the door is answered by a statuesque blond with horn rimmed glasses. She greets the detectives with an impatient, “Yes.”
[Dhemon]
“Good evening miss. Sorry to bother you but we need to speak to you... maybe have a few questions answered. We'll only take up a moment of your time.”
[Geoff]
Geoff shows his badge and says, "We're with the Order, miss. I'm Detective Thorpe, this is Dhemon. We're investigating the suspicious death of an Ammasite. May we come in, please?" His usual pleasant tone with its refined British accent imply no threat at all.
[Tall Blond]
Her expression shows increasing annoyance, “Oh, great it’s you guys again. Look we haven’t killed anyone, okay. We have our own problems right now.”
[Dhemon]
Tilting his shades down to expose his eyes and raising an eyebrow "Who said anything about killing anyone? We simply said we had some questions." His expression now appears serious but airs a hint of sarcasm.
[Tall Blond]
Cocking her head in irritation, “Look the only time you guys ever come around is when you think we’ve killed some one. We’ve kept to our end of the deal, we haven’t killed anyone… even if they are a blood sucking vampire.”
[Geoff]
Geoff begins to step past the woman, doing his best not to ogle her. "Trouble you say? Well the Order is here to help. Maybe we can be of assistance. Why don't you tell us about it?" His tone expresses genuine curiosity.
[Dhemon]
Stepping past as well, he maintains eye contact with her for a moment. He stops just past her, turns to her and speaks very calmly... "I'd like to look around... that is with your consent of course" Lightly bowing his head to her.
[Tall Blond]
“You can’t come in here,” she says a bit too late as the detectives enter the house. The Entry is wide with a stairs to the right and a sitting room to the left, in front opens to the living room two others argue while a dark skinned man is sitting at a table reading a large tome. “Don’t you need a warrant to come in!” she continues her protests; quickly turning to the Elf, “No you can’t look around!”
[Red Head Guy]
In the living room the argument continues, “It was your fault… You just had to read that page aloud.”
[Asian Girl]
“Nu’hu, you were the stupid one who brought it in here in the first place.”
[Red Head Guy]
Finally noticing the unwelcomed visitors, “Who are they?” he asks with hand at his hips.
[Geoff]
Geoff's winning smile appears as he displays his ID. "I'm Geoffrey Thorpe, and this is Dhemon. We're with the Order. We were hoping to speak with you all. Miss Sinclair, Miss Oi, Mister O'Connor, Mister Siddig." He nods to each, then adds, "Are the Fords here?"
[Steve Connor]
“They left about a year ago,” says defiantly the red headed man.
[Dhemon]
Pushing his shaded glasses back up his nose, he begins to casually walk around; making sure not to disturb anything. Occasionally, anyone seriously watching him as he moves through the room may notice that he seems to be mumbling and/or catch a glow from something near his finger tips.
[Sinclair]
“What the hell are you doing?” says the tall blonde grabbing the Elvin detective by the shoulder as his finger tips begin to glow.
[Dhemon]
Finishing what he's doing...
[Sinclair]
Giving the detective a good shake, Sinclair interrupts his casting as well as making it clear if he continued an altercation might occur, then intonates, “Stop that!”
[Dhemon]
"Be so kind as you remove your hand" As he tilts his head down slightly and makes eye contact just over the top of his glasses. "I'm checking the area. Be certain that nothing I'm doing will harm you or anyone else here." Turning to face her, “If anything this will help me believe your innocence... so your abrupt protest is quite unnecessary... unless you're afraid I may find something.. hmm?"
[Sinclair]
“This is our house; we’ll say what is cast here.” Removing her hand from him, she crosses her arms in a defiant stance, “we’re not going to be bullied by your Gestapo tactics.”
[Dhemon]
"Gestapo tactics, nothing of the sort," removing his glasses and placing them in his in-side jacket pocket. "Ok... let's get to specifics... You say that you've already talked to us. Funny thing is... that's not in my report. Now how about we start cooperating and answer some questions or we can always come back with a warrant and have you all locked down until we find out what's going on. You seem like a smart girl, what sounds better for you?"
[Geoff]
Immediately continuing in the good cop role, Geoff says, "Dhemon, calm yourself, please. I'm sure if we all take a breath, we can discuss this like adults." He turns to Sinclair and says, "Miss Sinclair? May we sit down?" He remains standing until he is offered a seat.
[Sinclair]
“No.”
[Geoff]
Geoff keeps grinning. "Please. This is mostly formality, I assure you. You see, oddly enough, this particular Ammasite had been doing some work, computer-related work I believe, with some Normans. So we thought that perhaps since this fellow was willing to do more with Normans than treat them as cattle, perhaps your sources might have run across him. His name was Louis Tessmocker. He was dating a Norman woman, for that matter."
[Sinclair]
“We don’t know any Louis Tessmocker,” she says emphatically.
[Geoff]
"I see," Geoff says, making a note. "Have you heard about any trouble between the Caffitti and Ammasite as of late?"
[Sinclair]
Looking around at her compatriot’s who all shake their heads or shrug their shoulders, “No.”
[Geoff]
Geoff flicked a glance in Dhemon's direction, hoping the elf would pick up on the signal.
[Sinclair]
“Are we done?”
[Dhemon]
Approaching one of those who shrugged their shoulders, "So would that be a yes or no? I'm afraid this (shrugging his shoulders) doesn't tell me much. Better yet, let me say it this way... Is there anything you could tell us in regards to possible trouble between the Caffitti and Ammasite. We would be most appreciative for any reliable information." (Flashing a slight smile)
[Sinclair]
Turning to Dhemon and flashing a look of aggravation, “Are you deaf or stupid? I said ‘No.’ And I’ll explain what no means using small words so that you can understand. No, we don’t know anything about Louis Tessmocker. No, we have not seen any vampires, Ammasite, Caffitti or otherwise.”
[Geoff]
Geoff casually says, "None at all? Then what are you all up to these days?"
[Sinclair]
“The four of us have been staying out of trouble,” snaps the tall blonde.
[Dhemon]
Walking over to Geoff and whispering to him,..."Is it just me or does it strike you as odd that she is the only one answering?"
"I think they would be better questioned individually,... would you agree?"
[Geoff]
Geoff replies in the same whisper, "Not really. They're probably used to deferring to her." Then Geoff's voice returns to a normal volume. "But maybe you're right. Perhaps you'd all like to come downtown with us so we can speak with you individually." His tone is cordial.
[Didi Oi]
“Uh-uh,” says the Asian girl.
[Steven Connor]
“No way,” pipes the red head, Steven Connor.
[Alexander Siddig]
Lifting his head out of his book Alexander Siddig adds, “I’m too busy.”
[Sinclair]
Stepping to her three companions she turns around placing herself between the detectives and her friends, “I don’t think we are going anywhere unless you have a warrant or you’re going to arrest us.”
[Geoff]
Geoff decides it time to call their bluff. He smiles, his plumy British accent sings out. "Very well, then. You're under arrest for interfering with our investigation." He pauses, and for the first time since he entered, his smile is replaced by a frown. "Please recall we're the Order, not Norman police. You can bring complaints to our bosses, even have us expelled, but today I'm not sure I'd fight that last bit. In any case, there are some powerful vampires, including a Caffitti as I recall, on the board. I doubt they'll give your complaints much credence. So, will you come peacefully, or do I need to call for backup?"
[Sinclair]
Placing her hands on her hips defiantly, “You gotta be kidding.”
[Didi Oi]
Her friends, however, are not so steadfast. “We can’t go… We have the… the thing,” says Didi as she looks around at her friends for support.
[Steven Connor]
“We’ve answered all you questions, man! This is so unfair!” shouts the stout red head, while the fourth seems to ignore everything as he continues to read for the ancient tome.
[Dhemon]
Turning to Geoff, "Back up it is..." Now grabbing his phone…
[Geoff]
Geoff nods and says, "Best make it a paddy wagon. Unless one of them decides to open up a bit..." He lets the sentence hang in the air, his eye on Didi...
[Didi Oi]
“But we HAVE answered everything,” pleads the Asian girl.
[Geoff]
Geoff smiles and says, "Maybe. But there's something you're not telling us. And if it in any way might throw oil on the simmering fire that might be a Clan War, we have to know. So what is it you're all up to?"
[Sinclair]
Stepping up to the detective, “We are not doing anything that is remotely connected to vampires.”
[Alexander Siddig]
As they stare at each other for a second, “I got it,“ exclaims Alexander. The young man continues to ramble oblivious to whether anyone is listening to him, “This spell will send it back; it will take all night to set up but it should work. Only problem is we have to get the Nigal close enough…”
* * *
Saint Bartholomew: 1421 San Palo Street: 8:21 pm
The drive to Spanish town is just under a half hour. St. Bartholomew is a tan sandstone building decorated in Spanish accents. The Spanish tile roofs and dull finished façade greets visitors to the church. The pews are mostly empty. There is a man in street clothes kneeling at the alter. A women leaves the confessional to the right.
[Kevin]
The detective quietly pads up the center isle and patiently waits for the priest to finish his prayers.
The man in street clothes finishes his prayer and stands ready to leave
[Kevin]
Clearing his throat softly to get the Father's attention, Kevin speaks softly and respectfully, "Excuse me good father but my name is detective Tehawaki and I am looking for Father Rodrigo and Father Spiro."
[Praying Man]
The man looks a bit surprised that that detective is addressing him. >From his collar he thinks it should be obvious he is no priest. “I think I saw Father Spiro go into the confessional.”
[Kevin]
the detective realizes his obvious mistake and apologizes in a hush voice, "I'm very sorry Sir, thank you for your understanding." The detective walks over quietly and waits next to the confessional.
As he waits another person sits on a pew next to the confessional. He looks like he is waiting for his turn. Seeing the dark skinned detective enters the confessional, at least we will have some privacy, he thinks.
Once he closes the both and sits; a small plate slides aside revealing the silhouette of another man.
"Good evening Father, I realize that it is late and apologize for the intrusion. My name is Detective Tehawaki, a representative of the Order. I was told to speak with either father Spiro or Rodrigo."
[Father Spiro]
“I am father Spiro. What can I do for you Detective?”
[Kevin]
"The Order is investigating a homicide of a young member of the Assamite Clan. It appears that there was an altercation before his death, and it is known that the Caffitti clan is holds and uneasy truce with the Assamites. We were wondering if you've heard or seen anything." the detective asked in a respectful tone.
[Father Spiro]
“I’m sorry my son,” the priest says in a regretful tone. “We haven’t been vampire hunting since the late sixties. St Bartholomew has a non-aggression pack with the vampires in San Cibola. As long as they can keep their business out of the papers and take no unwilling victims we keep out of their way.”
[Kevin]
The Te'Maroan listens intently to gauge the honesty in the priest’s response, "I see, thank you Father for your help. We are most appreciative. Is Father Rodrigo available? I would also like to ask him a few questions."
[Father Spiro]
“I’m sorry. He’s at the Vatican till next Thursday.”
The old priest pauses and sighs, “Neither the Caffitti nor the Ammasites would break their treaty overtly unless they were ready for an all out war. But they fight differently you know?”
[Kevin]
Kevin scratches his chin thoughtfully at the Father's observaation, "You are correct, we are well aware of their tactics, and the facts of case do seem to point to that plausible explanation. Anyway thank you for your time and patience." The detective leaves St. Bart's and heads back to the station.
[Father Spiro]
As Kevin begins to stand up Father Spiro has some parting words, “Wait, you young folk think you have everything under control. The Caffitti deep down are merchants. If they are the ones to break the treaty then financially they will be ready. Check their books. They already have a Councilman on the NDC; see what she has been doing since she has been elected. If the Ammasites are the ones ready for war then they will have an obvious advantage, men, guns, or something that will tilt a physical confrontation in their favor.“
[Kevin]
As the detective sorts his thought and gets into the car he pauses to call Geoff, Li, and Kleo.
”This is Kevin, how's the Mage doin'? Find anything interesting? Really, well have him check it out at his earliest convenience. Yes, go ahead and check out the Tolma group, by the way, it looks like Bekka and co. located Joan's perp at the Goth club. I'm checking with them next to find out their progress. Call me as soon as you're done with the Tolma, or if you need help. Cheers!”
As the detective heads back to the station, his brow wrinkles as he mulls over the not just this case but the last couple of cases. The "soul-stone" found during the raid still heavy in his mind. He recalls the suspect that got away using magic, the intricacy of the runes and glyphs on the board in the attic. The Slasher case that is still open; San Pedro rock disturbance; and the recent Vampyre homicide. Is there some way that these might be connected, the homicide just wasn't adding up on face value. So many questions in mind....
The detective pinched the bridge of his nose at the stoplight, face contorting slightly from the mild headache he was developing. "Been a long day," he thought to himself as he stepped on the accelerator on the green. His thoughts, seeking an escape from the day’s quandaries, drifted to Mary Ann and Adam, bringing a smile and warm thoughts with them. He reached for his cell and qued the menu to speed-dial, and selecting the 2 key placed the cordless headset in his right ear.
[Mary Ann]
"Hello", the familiar voice greeted him in a neutral tone.
[Kevin]
"Hi honey, it's me, just callin' to check on you and the baby" he answered with a bit of trepidation in his voice.
[Mary Ann]
His wife's went up in pitch "Baby, where have been? You haven't called in a few days. We were really worried about you. You okay?" her voice filled with concern and mild elation.
[Kevin]
There was a long silence, the kind only experienced right before bad tidings, "I'm really sorry baby,..I, I've been busy" he offered in a rapid, evasive manner.
[Mary Ann]
"BUSY!? Busy with what? Baby are you okay?" her voice shot back in a tone mixed with suspicion and concern.
[Kevin]
"I'm okay honey, really. I just.....my caseload has been hectic" he offered.
[Mary Ann]
The response to his explanation was immediate, "Caseload!!! You back on the force? I thought you said you were done?!" she snapped back, her voice breaking and beginning to tremble.
[Kevin]
The stoic warrior winced visibly, understanding the pain this was causing, and wishing there were some other way. His voice softened, trying to explain and console the woman he cared for so dearly, "I know baby... it's just that they needed me so badly, we just lost 4 agents last week.....This is who I am baby."
[Mary Ann]
Her voice retaliated in pitch and volume "I don't care about the goddamn force...I care about you..." she choked out. "You haven't even fully recovered from your last case... I just don't get it, don't you love us?" she wimpered, her voice trailing off.
[Kevin]
Kevin swallowed hard and tried to be upbeat, "The Doc says I'm good as ne…"
[Mary Ann]
"DON'T give me that... you might have the rest of the world fooled but I KNOW better... what about the nightmares, the therapy?” She cut him off with a sense of authority.
[Kevin]
"MAry Ann... I love you and our family... but this is who I AM! We been over this before, I cannot change my calling, even if I wanted to, you know that. I'll give you a call as soon I'm done at the station. OK?"
[Mary Ann]
There was a moment of uncomfortable silence as she seemed to gather herself, "Baby, come home soon, we miss you." offered, the defeat heavy in her voice, now almost a whisper before the line went dead.
[Kevin]
As Kevin finishes his call, he recalls one of the more recently discovered leads. He turns the corner and makes his way to Oceanview, towards the corner of Yellowtail and Melan.
* * *
Order: Observation room 1: 8:22 pm
Once reaching the office, John and Kleo quickly sequester the perp in one of the interrogation rooms after relieving him of his personal affects. Both of them look on at their suspect through a one way mirror. Behind them is another mirror looking on to the vampire that Bekka, Li, and Miles brought in.
In the small observation room they are joined by a smartly dressed women in a black skirt suite. Her slight green tint to her skin, pointed ears, and brown hair that looks like it has the texture of nicely polished wood marks her as a wood nymph.
[S’tal]
“I am S’tal Wol, Lord Embellyn’s attaché. I will be over seeing the interrogations. What do you have,” her voice has a calm dispassionate tone to it.
[John]
“He is Rongo Leong,” John says looking through Rongo’s wallet. “He’s a bus boy at Doyle’s. We found hairs belong to him at the scene of the crime.”
[S’tal]
“Is he under arrest?”
[John]
“Not yet.”
[S’tal]
“Why.”
[John]
“Something is not right.” Turning to Kleo, “I’m going to check on Joan. If she’s up to it she’ll do the interrogation with you. If not you’ll have to make do with me,” he says with some irritation, which Kleo senses is directed at S’tal.
[Kleo]
The Muse is perplexed at the notion of Rongo working at Doyle's, but hides her unease. As John leaves, "Hello, Ms. Wol, I'm Kleo Kafalas. She extends her hand in greeting.
Trying to garner some information, using her most diplomatic skills, "This is my first day with the Order, so I am not clear on all the protocols and such. Does Lord Embellyn's office help with all interrogations?"
[S’tal]
Standing with her arms crossed she pauses and says in a dry formal tone, “Yes, I know who you are. I’ve read your file.” Taking a step towards Kleo she takes the proffered hand. “I’ve always wanted to meet the Muse of history.”
[Kleo]
The Muse smiles, softly, as she senses glimmers and hints from Wol's past.
[S’tal]
“All of the members of the NDC take turns monitoring Order operations. Some of the less diligent ones don’t bother to come down, but Lord Embellyn takes his responsibility very seriously and always sends someone down here if he is unavailable.”
[Kleo]
"I see," pausing ever so slightly. "Oversight is an important aspect to all successful organizations." Going to leather attaché case and pulling out her cryptic Greek notes, "Hmmmm, what concerns me most is the escalation of tension within the Vampire community. I've not had much exposure to the problems of the past, here in San Cibola. But this affair could be quite explosive, I fear."
[S’tal]
“The Vampires have always been troublesome. Fortunately within the last few decades treaties have kept most of their problems in check,” she says as she looks on at Marco who is now talking to his arbitrator.
[Kleo]
Nodding in agreement, "So, as a new agent - what would the NDC recommend I focus on... in terms of policy and actions?"
[S’tal]
“The Order is supposed to up hold the law without discrimination and prejudice. Our community is much larger than just the humans who seem to have their nose in everyones business.”
[Kleo]
Pausing a moment with a subtle smile, "Normans have their place. But, you know, I've only been in San Cibola for a few years... have there been problems with discrimination and prejudice in the past?"
[S’tal]
With a crinkle in her nose the wood nymph continues, “I mean human, not Norman. You can see it in the Order. Look at your detectives, how many are human or at least human looking? There are no Goblins, Orcs, or Tengu. Sure they can be your secretaries, or be in charge of the property, relegated to second class citizens.”
[Kleo]
Looking thoughtfully at the Elf, "I didn't realize that racial tensions ran high in the Order. That's a shame... especially when there are so many talented folk here in San Ci. Suitable glamours for should be available to keep Norman none-the-wiser."
[S’tal]
“Yes, one would think so. But as you can see it is not so true,” says the green woman.
[Kleo]
Glancing at her watch, "S'tal... it seems John is somewhat delayed, shall we go and question Mr. Leong? I'm not quite sure where to begin with all this business, you know."
[S’tal]
“I’m simply here to observe and make sure that none of his rights are violated. Since he is human, I’m sure I won’t have much concern.”
[John]
Opening the door, John holds a folder in his hand. “Joan’s still not feeling too well. It’ll be just you and me,” he says in the doorway.
Seeing that the rookie has no questions, John opens the door for the Muse. The two enter the interrogation room, finding two empty chairs on one side of the table facing as seated Rongo.
[Rongo]
Looking up expectantly, the young Te’Maroan looking man begins, “You guys got it wrong, somethings gonna happen.”
[Kleo]
> Pulling a chair for Kleo, John sits in the far chair. “You’re getting ahead of yourself there, Rongo. I am detective Deccenti and this is detective Kafalas. We have some questions for you first.”
[Rongo]
Rongo stays silent as John takes a chair. A mixture of fear and confusion paints his face.
[John]
Pulling a pair of photos from the folder, he slides them in front of Rongo. "What do you know about this; we know you were there."
[Rongo]
The pictures of the dead vampire forces Rongo's head away. When he looks back he turns his head to Kleo looking for compassion and assistance.
[Kleo]
Sensing something amiss with their interrogant and instinctively playing the good cop, she looks over at John, "Detective Deccenti - It seems Rongo is quite upset..." Then she looks over at the Te’Maroan, sympathetically, "Rongo - what's going to happen?"
[Rongo]
“I… I don’t know,” he answers looking down at the table.
[Kleo]
Softly, "Rongo, I think you do know what might happen... Can you tell us who is involved?" She gives him a small smile to coax his answer, "We can protect you - if you are afraid."
[Rongo]
“I don’t know… but it wasn’t me.”
[Kleo]
“We have evidence that you were in the apartment,” John gives a pound on the table to emphasize his point.
[Kleo]
"We can't help you if you don't give us more information. I want to believe you, Rongo."
[Rongo]
In a quick secession of words, the nervous bus boy rambles, “I didn’t do it. It wasn’t me. I tried to stop it. But I was too late.”
[John]
“Stop babbling,” says John in his authoritative voice.
[Kleo]
"Rongo - Rongo, it will be ok", the Muse reaches out to pat the Te'Maroan's hand reassuringly. We have several questions we need your help with... Ok? Here we go."
"Let's start with our victim: How do you know Louis Tessmocker?"
[Rongo]
“Who?”
[John]
Thumping his fingers on the photos, “The dead guy, Rongo.”
[Rongo]
“I never met him… I never saw him until today.”
[Kleo]
The Muse pulls out her notebook and quickly begins jotting in Greek. "So, you hadn't met him before - could you please explain why you were in his apartment, then?
[Rongo]
“I was trying to help him. I followed the guy to the apartment; the guy who did it I mean. And was able to magic my way in, but this guy was already dead,” he says pushing the photo away. “The guy I was following shot at me and we wrestled for the gun but the guy threw me to the ground,” Rongo clearly looks embarrassed by this as it would take a very strong man to even lift the large Te’Maroan. “The next thing I knew I was on the ground alone with the body. I must have lost consciousness.”
[Kleo]
She pauses and looks directly at the swarthy man, "Back up a little... This in important Rongo." Pausing a moment, "So you just happened to be near the apartment when you saw a suspicious man?" Kleo then looks over to John, trying to read his expression.
[John]
John continues to patiently stare at the suspect, trying to take all that he is saying.
[Rongo]
“I was at Doyle’s when I over heard him say that something bad was going down at the Boneyard and that he needed to start the ball rolling. So I followed him,” clarifies the large man.
[Kleo]
"I know this is hard for you, - but why would you endanger yourself by helping out someone you didn't even know?"
[Rongo]
The large Te’Maroan looks down at the table, somewhat embarrassed, “I thought if I could solve this maybe I could join the Order.”
[John]
Sitting back in his chair, John lets out a large sigh.
[Kleo]
"Can you describe the man who was in the apartment?"
[Rongo]
“White guy; smaller than me; really short black hair; square kind of face.”
[John]
“How tall?”
[Rongo]
“Maybe up to my nose.”
[John]
“That would make him about 6 ft,” John say with a knowing nod.
[Kleo]
"Do you know this man? Have you seen him before?"
[Rongo]
“Never seen him before; if I didn’t know better I’d thought he was just Norman.”
[John]
Sitting back up John asks, “So why were you at the Boneyard?”
[Rongo]
“I was working at Doyle’s. At the end of my shift I over heard the guy and a girl talking. They said something is going down at the Boneyard tonight.”
[Kleo]
“What's going to happen tonight - or who should we speak to keep people safe?”
[Rongo]
“I don’t know. I was just trying to help,” Rongo voice trails off pleadingly.
[Kleo]
The Muse's delicate features harden... her melodic voice has a threatening edge to it, "Rongo - we need more than that from you. If you want to help - now is the time to do it." She scratches quickly in her notebook, her voice softens, "Help me believe you - because as of right now, you're our #1 suspect for this murder and you haven't given us enough information to change our minds."
[Rongo]
A momentary flash of panic reaches his eyes as he sees his only ally in this room turn on him, “What do you want me to tell you?”
[John]
“This girl he was talking to in Doyle’s; what did she look like?” asks John as he rubs his chin.
[Rongo]
“I didn’t get a good look at her. They were in one of the side booths. I just saw the top of her head, she had black hair.”
[John]
“Okay let me get this straight,” John says leaning in towards Rongo, “You work at Doyle’s and you saw this girl and guy talking. What were they saying?”
[Rongo]
“They were talking about something going down at the Boneyard tonight, and that he needed to get the ball rolling.”
[John]
“So he leaves, and then you follow him to the apartment?”
[Rongo]
The Te’Maroan simply nods.
[John]
“How did you get into the apartment?” asks John in a very stern voice.
[Rongo]
“I don’t really know. Magic I guess. I sensed which apartment they were in and climbed the fire escape. I heard them talking… and when I heard gun shot I panicked. The window wasn’t really there. I mean it was there but I fell through it and didn’t break the glass.”
[John]
“Then the guy fire at you?”
[Rongo]
“Twice. The first one just stopped in mid-air…”
[John]
“Magic?”
[Rongo]
The large man shrugs and continues, ”and the second one missed.”
[John]
“Then you two wrestled.”
[Rongo]
“Yeah, the next thing I knew he was gone.”
[John]
“Then what did you do.”
[Rongo]
“I got up and went back to downtown. I knew the Boneyard was a Goth club so I went bought some new clothes and went there and waited for the guy to show up.”
[John]
Finishing the recap John sits back in his chair and looks at Kleo.