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Calin awoke during the early morning to find himself sprawled across his desk in the palace. As he could not return to slumber, Calin made his way down to his car and began the journey to Karolyn's place.

Upon entering her house, Calin thought it strange she wasn't up yet. Making his toward her room, he noticed large patches of dirt on the floor. Opening the door, Calin was shocked to find the room empty. Karolyn's desk chair had been knocked over and she was gone.

Alerting the house security, they commenced an area search that resulted in nothing. She was not to be found on the property.

He kissed her back. "Good baby." He sits down on hte couch. "Can I tell you later? I'm going to be home from work for the next week."((Hello? Ell?))

Calin was on the phone immediately to Calis.

"Calis! She's gone. We can't find Karolyn anywhere. No one saw her leave and there are small signs of a struggle in her room."
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Odin made his way to the locker room.

"Time to get lock up your gear and go home."

Pierce put his all of his equitment excepting his gun and badge into his locker. After putting on his civilian clothes, he turned to Odin. "I'll see you in the morning then. Have a good night." Pierce then left the police station and began to walk home. He hadn't driven that day, for it had been rather nice outside, and he hadn't seen why he shouldn't walk. It was still rather nice out, and so he took his time.

"Bye Pierce."

Odin and Tyr put their gear away and got changed.

"So what are you two up to now? If you're not busy you can come down to the pub with me."

Tyr nodded in agreement.

"Sure, I've got nothing else to do."
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AIA agents combed that Von Klyne property in search for any clues of Karolyn's whereabouts. Calis and Calin stood at the doorway of her room.

"She wouldn't have gone anywhere without telling me. Someone must have done something."

On the way home, Pierce spotted exactly what he'd been looking for. The pub. Walking in, he sat down and ordered his usual. I'd be nice to relax after today. His mind was still slightly reeling from the attack.

((Bump, becaue Ell is on, I think :? ))

Bump for Olympus Coliseum to reply.....

Bump

The Boss smiled, and handed both The Serpent and Jimmy a large wallet.

"Good. Now, we lie low for a while..."

Jimmy nodded.

"Fair enough. Is it ok if I go out once and a while and do some small time stuff."
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The AIA finished searching the property.

"Sir, we don't have much more than a few footprints. The gaurds say they were distracted by some noises from nearby bushes."

Calis nodded.

"This will not be tolerated. I'm calling in the BCS units to hunt these bastards down."

OOC: BCP?

IC: "Well, after I get out of my uniform, I was planning on going down to my favorite pub." said Elrond

"Would it be that bar down in the city, next to the book store?"

"I think so."

"Alright, sounds good."

Odin and Tyr were already in their civilian garb and ready to go.

Pierce had been in the pub for probably ten minutes now, but was enjoying himself. He was on his second drink, and had seen four friends so far. Dressed in all black, he did look rather strange. Of course he wasn't a goth or anything. People just don't pay attention to someone dressed in all black. They kind of blend in. And that's what Pierce wanted. Otherwise, every five seconds someone he didn't know would be introducing him or herself. Turning to the bartender, he asked, "Got Milk?"

OOC: I'm sorry to leave like this, but my family and I are going on a holiday, so I won't be able to get on NS. I'll be back on the 10th of January.

I suggest we put this RP on hold.

Mods, please don't delete this thread as it will be resumed.

Could someone make sure this doesn't get deleted?

Just getting another post on my record and keeping this thread alive. Please do not delete this one mods.

Caution: RP Inactive. Please do not delete this thread or post here.


Violators will be shot.
Survivors be prosecuted to the full extent of the law.

I have returned. I'm too tired to make a proper post now but I'll get around to it tomorrow.

As some of you may know, Roania (Lokii) has left NS. So I'll take over that part of the rp'ing.

*RP slowly comes back online*

"Alright let's go then."

Odin and Tyr lead Elrond down to the car park. Odin moved towards his car.

"Do you guys have your own transport?"
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Calin and Calis stood within the palace, confering with a BCS team leader.

"We still have little clues, except for a few footprints. But we have every available man working on it. I suggest you inform the police of the situation."

Calin nodded in agreement.

"We need everyone we can to find Karolyn........"
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The boss looked down at the weeping figure of Karolyn Von Klyne and laughed.

"You my pretty, will bring in a nice ransom. Jimmy, I need your abilities."

Jimmy emerged from a nearby room.

"What's up?"

"I need you to deliver the ransom message to Calin and Calis. A message that can't be traced."

"Ah, I see. It shall be done......."

"Not yet. I'm still saving for my (insert vehicle here)." Elrond said

Odin nodded.

"Fair enough. You guys can get a ride with me."

Odin unlocked the car and got in. Tyr followed.

"Thanks, dude."

"No problem."

The car sped out of the car park and into the busy street.

"So you guys enjoying the city?"

Pierce looked around the pub, and realized he'd been here for ((OOC: Three weeks...hehehe)) half an hour. Of course, he didn't see why that mattered at all, if he timed it right, he'd be here for another three hours before going home to watch the "Cops" marathon.

Looking up at the small TV in the bar, Matt watched as the thing switched to show a special news report on some kidnapping. "Well.", he thought to himself, "Perhaps we'll have something to do tommorow after all."

OOC: By the way, are we detectives or normal cops? Forgot, and I don't want to read through again to find out.

"yeah, it's okay."

OOC: Okay, I'd hate to do this, as I'm not incharge of the thread, but I must. Assington, right now, is simply too overplayed. I mean, he has to handle like seven charactors right now! SEVEN!!!! I mean, really, we can't expect this out of him. This message is out to anyone who wishes to get in...this is still an OPEN RP!!!! Personally, I'd suggest changing the name Assington. Just saying, if anyone wants to join, I'm sure none of us would mind.

OOC: Agreed. I am too overextended and am finding it difficult to keep up with this rp.

My original design for this was about 3 major crime syndicates merging, hence 'the merger'.

I would appreciate if someone could take over Roania's (Lokii) place. Some RP expereince is a must. TG me for the details.

OOC: ok, Olympus Coliseum has asked to play Lokii's characters. So that's done.

IC: Jimmy eyed the boss.

"So what am I demanding in the ransom?"
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Odin's car pulled up across the street from the bar. He jumped out and grinned.

"I could use a good drink after today."

Pierce heard a car pull up outside, and a familiar voice. Turning around, he saw Odin, Tyr, and Elrond. Suddenly, it made sense why Odin had seemed familiar...Pierce had seem him around here quite a bit. Turning around, Pierce finished his drink quickly, then started walking towards Odin.

Sorry, Double Post

Odin looked up to see Elrond.

"Ah, look who's here. I guess everyone likes this place. How you going Elrond?"

"1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 amethysts." the Boss replied

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After Jimmy left to make the call, 6 men walked into the room, three of which had guns held against their head. "You are no doubt wondering why I have called this meeting. You see, I have a proposition to make. You surrender control of your organizations peacefully and come to work here at Lokiii, or you die here and I take over by force." the Boss said. "F*ck you, sh!thead." two of them replied before their heads exploded and the two shooters walked over to the third ex-boss to put their guns against his head. "What'll it be?" the Boss then inquired of the third man as if nothing had happened. "I'll take the peaceful option, thanks."

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"Same here." Elrond said.

Jimmy went back into his room and sat down. Clearing his mind, he reached out toward Calis and Calin.

"Hey you two. I suppose you're wondering where the lovely lady is. She's safe for the moment. But only if you give us something in return. Say..... 1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 Amethysts. You have until tomorrow noon to pay. The funds will be transfered to this account: 666 890 425 718. Have a nice day."

Calis and Calin jumped as they hear the voice in their head. Calin couldn't believe it.

"1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 Amethysts! We can't give them that!"

His brother nodded.

"Don't worry, we shall work something out."

bump!

Bump is right. I'm not sure where everyone is, but they don't seem to be rping at all...perhaps we should start another sign up thread? Try to get more people in?

it's kinda late for that..... perhaps we should tg everyone.

WE have lost 2 participants though.

Roania and NEE.

Both left NS.

Yea, that only leaves us with three people...not really enough for an RP of this type...

I honestly think we can handle it. Perhaps we need one more though. Because this is going rather slowly, we shall draw towards the end.

Should be interesting :D

After several beers and a few hours, Elrond weaved his way over to the bar and asked the tender, "call a taxi for me, will ya?"

Odin had a few light beers and was still able to drive. He quickly found Tyr, head down on the bench.

"Now where did Pierce go?"
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Calin and Calis sat in conference with several other men. They included heads of the BCS department, AIA, ASA and ACTO. The men had been in conference for several hours, attempting to devise a plan to deal with the current situation.

Pierce had gotten into a card game with one of the patrons, and had just now finished. The card game, which the patron had called, "Go Fish", was a very intense betting game, and a very intense game. It had taken a lot, but Pierce had finally won. Hearing Odin, he turned around and walked over.
"You called?"

"Tyr and I are heading off. Need to get some rest. I've got a feeling we're going to be busy tomorrow. Are you coming with us or finding your own way home?"

"I guess I'll go with you guys...if you don't mind giving me a ride. My apartments only a couple blocks away..." said Pierce. He was getting tired himself.

Odin nodded.

"Sure. Ok guys, let's go."

Odin lead the others over to his parked car.

"I can't seem to shake the feeling something is going on."
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The conference of men had formed their plan.

Calin questioned the others.

"Do you really think this will work?"

The ASA operator responded.

"There isn't a 100% guarentee, but we have good chances. Remember, they won't hurt her. They know our 'methods' against such acts. We need to get the local police involved though, they may play a vital role."

Double Post

"I kind of have that feeling too." said Pierce, looking around. He would have assumed it was simply jitters for what could happen tommorow, but Pierce had had this feeling before. And about ten minutes after having it, he'd been standing dead in the middle of a bank robbery, with a guard lying dead across the room, and his girlfriend, who had pulled a gun on the robber, lying dead at his feat. Of course, somehow Pierce doubted he was about to get robbed...perhaps the fact that he was armed and with two other cops, but he just didn't get the idea any criminal would be dumb enough not to tell who they were...even if they were in civilian clothes.

OOC: By the way, Assington, I was thinking that maybe we could start another sign up thread. I really think this could go a bit better if we had another couple criminals and maybe another cop. Just a suggestion.

OOC: Agreed.

Here it is.......

http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?p=2623068#2623068

Odin cruised down the street, heading toward Pierce's apartment.

"I forgot to ask you guys. Do any of you have any psychic potential or ability?"

Elrond walked in the door of his apartment and hit the sack almost immediately.

Elrond walked in the door of his apartment and hit the sack almost immediately.

Odin dropped Pierce and Tyr off and made his way to his inner city apartment.

Feeling tired after a long day, he attempted to get some sleep, but the feeling of something bad prevented so. Instead he sat there, attempting to guess what would happen.

At around 7 a.m., Elrond was woken up by his alarm going off. He then got dressed quickly and caught a bus into town. He then walked over to the station where he reported for duty.

Calis sat within his office, surrounded by the men from the conference. It was time to put the plan into action. Firstly, he called the head of police for the city and informed him of the actions.

The police would trace the transaction whilst the ASA hackers determined who and where it belonged to. The best officers were to be ready to infiltrate such a the aquired location, and disperse the enemy.

The police comissioner looked worried as he hung up the phone. This isn't good. He'll be pissed off if they get the girl back. He picked up the the phone and dialled a number that no one within law enforcement knew.

"Hello, this is the APC. The transaction is a fake, it's just a computer trick. There will be officers converging on your position. This is out of my control, the orders come directly from the President. I suggest you prepare."
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Jimmy sat at the laptop, monitoring the transaction. The Boss slightly behind him. One of the criminals came up to the boss and whispered something to him.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes sir."

"Shit!!!! Jimmy, it's a trick. They're sending cops and there's no money. Prepare for a fight."

Jimmy closed down the laptop.

"Whatever you say."
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Odin sat within his office, going over files when his phone rang. After several minutes of briefing, Odin hung up and went in search of Tyr, Pierce and Elrond. They had a serious job to do.

As Elrond walked in the doors of the AP HQ, he saw Odin emerging from his office

Odin ran over toward Elrond.

"We've got work to do. An important woman has been kidnapped and is being held for ransom by some sort of crime syndicate. A fake ransom is being transfered as we speak and the location traced. We have to get over there and storm the location. Objectives are kill everyone except a Miss Karolyn Von Klyne. Details have been uploaded to your badge. If you see the others, tell them."

Odin ran off toward the locker room, then the armoury. He quickly equipped himself for the mission.

Pierce was already in the armory, looking at the SWAT like equitment he had been given. As Odin came running in, he turned, a quizical expression on his face. "Tell me again why I need an assault rifle and body armor? Where the hell are the SWAT teams."

The man behind the counter laughed. "You didn't hear? Some kind of huge hostage situation at an office building downtown. You guys aren't going to be getting much support to go in there, so I suggest arming yourselves well.

Odin nodded.

"Yep, this thing has to be fairly stealth like. Office building ay? So that's where he's hiding out. Well, I'll find Tyr and tell him."

Odin ran off, looking for Tyr.

OOC: They're actually in an underground complex, under the office building.

Elrond followed Odin to the equipment room and pulled on the body armor he was given before pulling several pistols and assault rifles from the shelves

Odin found Tyr in the gym, trying to work off his hangover.

"Hey, we've got trouble. Get into the armoury and suit up for an infiltration. Arm yourself heavily."

Tyr nodded and ran off toward the armoury.

(OOC: Hey Assington... I'm playing a crime boss's lieutenant, but whose who?)

OOC: Well, Olympus Coliseum is meant to be playing the Boss. In some cases I may do a little. You're in the underground complex with Jimmy, the Boss and the other criminals.

IC: Jimmy swore. The cops would be here any minute. They need to get Karolyn.

The Boss told Jimmy to protect him and that they would stay with Karolyn in a safe room whilst the others defended the base. Men ran around everywhere, arming themselves and barricading doors. Jimmy picked up an AK47 and went in search of Karolyn.
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Odin stood in the main hall, waiting for his team to assemble.

"Make sure there are mines in every door! use the remotes first, then the proximities and the timeds last!" The Boss yelled at 5CN's character.

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After having grabbed all the pistols and assault rifles he could carry, Elrond ran back to the main hall.

Odin continued to wait. Soon enough Elrond and Tyr joined him, along with six other men. They now waited on Pierce.

"Two ten man teams will be inserted. We're going in the back door, the other team the front."

One of the officers spoke up.

"Um sir. I just looked at the plans of that place, there is no 'back door' that I could see."

Odin grinned.

"That is true. I guess we'll just have to make our own."

He patted a block of C4 strapped to his belt.
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Jimmy grabbed Karolyn under the arm and dragged her toward the safe room.

"Boss, I've got her. I'll take her into the room and be back in a sec."

Pierce walked out of the armory, carrying a single assault rifle. One of the cops looked at him strangely, and pierce smilled. Opening his coat, he showed the holsters where he had another 8 pistols. Turning to Odin, Pierce asked, "I'm ready...should we go?"

His team assembled, Odin nodded. He lead his men down, into the carpark where another team waited next to two vans.

"Alright everyone. We are infiltrating the lair of an organised crime syndicate. Watch out for traps and the like. Your helmets have mics and cameras attatched, so control can help you out slightly. We have on objective. Retrieve Miss Karolyn Von Klyne. She is being held hostage by these criminals. We are authorised to eliminate anyone that attempts to hinder our objective. Team A will go in the front door, the only constructed entrance. Team B will enter through the sewers down the street, and make our way over to the location where the 'back door' will be constructed. All clear?........... Good, let's go."

Both teams entered their respected vans and left the station, heading for an inconspicuous office building.
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Jimmy lead the Boss into the safe room and seeled the 10 inch thick titanium door. Karolyn bound in the corner, the Boss and Jimmy sat and waited. Both heavily armed and ready to defend themselves.

"Which team are we, Corp?" Elrond asked

Sitting in the truck, Odin looked over at Elrond.

"Everyone in this truck is team B. He indicated Tyr, Pierce and the other men. We're going to have a quite a battle ahead of us. Hopefully we can pull it off."

OOC: BUMP! grrrrr :evil:

The cars arrived at the office building, and as they pulled in, Pierce noticed the dozen or so police cars already there. Hopping out, Pierce walked up to the one who seemed in charge, judging simply by the fact that he was the oldest on the scene. "What's happened so far?" Pierce asked him.

"Not much. We have multiple units covering each entrance to the building, and a few more units up at the helipad. We evacuated the building before you got here, but we haven't gone into the basement levels. That's about it." Even as he spoke, Pierce could here the fire alarms that had been used to hurry the evacuation of the building.

Pierce turned to Odin. "Seems were already set."

Odin nodded. Gathering his team he gave them a final briefing.

"Alright let's go."

Leading the team down the street, they cam to a large sewer entrance. Leading the men down into the sewers, he began to navigate his way through the tunnels leading toward the back of the criminal hideout.

OOC: Waiting for someone else to respond.

Indeed

OOC: Alright, I'm picking up the pace a little.

IC: Odin and his team finally reached the wall. Not wasting any time, he placed his collection of C4 in key locations over the wall. Leading the men far back, behind several concrete walls and the such, Odin radioed the other team.

"I'm ready to strike, on my signal, take down the front entrance. Remember, the girl is our objective. All else is expendable."
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Several criminal continued to lay traps and arm themselves. The information provided by the police commissioner undoubtedly saved their lives.

OOC: Glad to see you could pick up.

OOC: Good to see you're back. So would you like to rejoin and take your place or just watch?

OOC: Wow, Roania, your back. I thought you'd be gone for good. But same question, you want back in or no?
IC:
Pierce aimed his gun at the entrance, waiting for the explosives to go. He had been assigned the position of pointman, which means he was closest to the explosion, and would be the first one in.

OOC: Can I get a brief summary of my current situation, on this page, so I don't have to dig back every time I want to get a new post? My memory is bad/

OOC: I'll TG you the past and the details of what will happen.

OOC: I've sent the TG, ready to roll?

The Serpent stepped out from the air. "This is where you stop, boyos."

A psychic blast sent the coppers flying. Behind him, thieves rushed to grab the stolen goods and escape to the streets.

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The boss calmly cocked a handgun, and pointed it at Karolyn.

OOC: Is the serpant attacking Team A or B. Team A is at the front entrance, Team B is at the back, blowing a hole through the wall.

Team A were sent sprawling back into a nearby wall. The strange man had appeared from nowhere and was obviously a powerful psychic. The men that recovered quickly began unleashing their MP5 clips toward the offender.
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Team B sat behind the wall as the explosion of the C4 echoed throughout the tunnels. Once the smoke cleared, a distinct hole in the back wall of the criminal base could be seen.

Odin lead his team into the complex and was immediately harried by AK47 fire. Ducking around the corner, Odin indicated to his men to take care of the threat.

BuMp! DaMnIt!

The serpent smiled, and stepped forward. The air rippled as black lightning seemed to flow from his arm, killing them instantly.

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Several Lokii enforcers stepped out of the doorway. Instead of standard AK-47s, they carried RA-87 Assault rifles, each with the standard Roanian payload of armor piercing bullets.

They opened fire on the unfortunate police men and Odin.

Team A sizzled and convulsed violently as the powerful lightning arced through their unsuspecting bodies. An officer that had been blasted around the corner watched as his co-workers burnt from the inside, the stench filling the tunnels.

The man was stricken by horror. Fear overwhelmed his immediate thirst for vengence, causing the man to run..... He continued to run, his footsteps echoed slightly as he franticlly attempted to escape a grusome death. Finally he reached the exit and reached the surface. He continued to sprint until he reached awaiting police forces upon the street.
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Odin and his men ducked behind a nearby corner. Three men were not so lucky, being bombarded with bullet piercing and AK47 rounds. Odin watched in horror as three of his men were shredded to pieces.

Indicating to two other men, Odin pointed down a deserted hallway. The two men nodded and departed in silent haste. The men disappeared around the corner, searching for the target. Odin recognised it immediately. Even over the gunfire, Odin heard the loud beep of a proximity mine. Looking back toward the corridor where his men had just disappeared, Odin saw flames, rubble and blood rush into the wall.

"Shit. We're down to five men. Guys, they were obviously expecting us with traps and armed guards. Let's get the f*%k out of here."

Odin indicated to Tyr to cover him as he launched a flash and frag grenade toward the assaulting criminals. The grenades went off in a whirl of fire, magnesium and shrapnel, giving the officers the chance to escape.

Sprinting back through the 'back door', Odin, Tyr, Pierce and Elrond retreated. Odin grunted as a round wedged itself into his left shoulder, but he continued his escape, intent on leading his men out alive.

There was the sound of argument. And then something got sent flying through the air. Karolyn Von Klyne slammed back first into a thick wall, then slumped down to the floor.

Jimmy frowned.

"Stupid woman."

Looking back at the boss, he spoke.

"So what are we going to do about this attack on us?"
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Odin and his men contined through the tunnels, fleeing the devastating enemies. Finally reaching their entry point, Odin burst out of the tunnel and onto the road. Not stopping to rest, he made his way down the street, toward the awaiting officers.

Back at the police HQ, Odin stormed up and down the chief's office.

"They knew we were coming! They had mines set, guards ready! They bloody knew! Because of some traitorous bastard, 15 men are dead!"

Odin hadn't even tended to his shoulder wound as he screamed at the chief. Tyr, Elrond, Pierce and the sole survivor of Team A sat quietly behind, slightly intimidated by Odin's rage.

The chief sighed.

"I don't know how they could of known. The consequences of this are going to be very very bad. The President and his brother will not be happy at all."

"I'll tell you how it bloody happened! There is a corrupt member of our force! There is no other explanation damnit!"

The debate continued late on into the afternoon, none interrupting the fuming officer and the chief.

Pierce walked out of the office, listening as the cheif and Odin continued yelling at each other. Closing the door carefully, shrugged his shoulders in apology to all the people who were suddenly distracted, and walked over to Odins desk.

Making sure no one was looking, he picked up the phone and looked around. No one was paying attention to him anymore, so he sat down, and dialed the number.

Looking around once more, he began speaking silently into the receiver for about five minutes, before hanging up. He started walking back over to the Cheif's office, acting as if nothing had just happened.

Calis and Calin swore simultaneously. Calin stormed up and down the presidential office, furious that his girlfriend had not been recovered upon the police raid.

Calis was a lot calmer.

"They report says the criminals already knew.... they must be getting their info from the inside."

"We must take action. Full force!"

"Calm down, we don't need an overkill."

The brothers continued to debate throughout the night......
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Odin stormed out of the chief's office, heading straight for the upper level of the station. The chief wouldn't cooperate but maybe the commissioner would.

Pierce stepped out in front of Odin, and stopped him. "Odin, would you calm down? Damnit, you can't just go running around yelling at everyone! Look, I agree that we need to investigate. Someone leaked. But we have NO IDEA WHO! For all we know, it could be the commisioner!" Even as Pierce said it, somehow he doubted it, but he continued nonetheless.

"Look, anyone who knew about it is a suspect, that's nearly a dozen people. There's nothing we can do until we know exactly who it was! When we do, we can take him down, but untill then...look, Odin, it's been a long day, how about we head home untill tommorow? I could have one of my old friends from IA meet us here tommorow. Come on, let me drive you home."

Odin glared at the new officer. For the first time, his voice took on the authoritive tone.

"Stand down officer. I have business to conduct."

Before Pierce could react, Odin stepped around him and moved into the elevator, closing the doors.

Upon the top level, Odin walked calmly and quietly toward the commissioner's office. As he was about to open the door and unleash his rage at the ranking police official, he overheard the conversation.

"Don't worry, none of them know. I hope things went off well for you. Tell me, what are you going to do with the girl? I see.... that my cause some trouble. Don't worry, I'll see what I can do."

At that moment, the commissioner noticed the shadow infront of the blinds covering his door. Someone was listening. The shadow disappeared the second the conversation halted. Rushing toward the security camera monitors, the commissioner swore as he identified the person rushing down the corridor, toward the stairs.

"Shit."

Odin bolted as fast as he could. He had to get out of there. He knew there were cameras all over the building, the security monitors being in that office. If the commissioner was corrupt, there was no telling who else could be. Not a single person could be trusted..... unless he personally knew them well.

The alarm blared, bringing Pierce from his report writing almost immediatly. "What the hell?" he asked to a man at the desk next to him, but the officer couldn't respond before the loud speakers blaired.

"This is the Commisioner. All officers, be on the lookout for Officer Odin. He is heavily armed, and is to be considered dangerous. Arrest him immediatly, if he resists, use any force necesary. This is not a drill."

"Damnit!" Pierce yelled. Odin must have attacked the commisioner in some serious way. Officers were already running about, getting civilians out of the station, and getting all the prisoners in the area down to the cells.

Pierce rushed towards the stairs, knowing the elevators were probably being used. He climbed up the five stories to the Administration Level, pulled his weapon, and stepped in. He saw the commisioner yelling down the hallway as higher ranking police officers jumped from their officers. Looking around, Pierce saw Odin entering a second staircase at the end of the hallway.

Instead of going after him, Pierce rushed down the stairway to the next level, then made a beeline across for the other staircase. He needed to catch Odin and talk the guy down before anything really bad happened.

Odin's fast reflexes saved him from running into an incoming officer. Odin was about to kick the crap out of him until he noticed who it was.

"Pierce, I have to get out of here. Whatever they are saying, I didn't do it. You've got to trust me. Tell the chief that I need to meet him at the ERL at 10pm tonight."

Odin seemed panicced and very stressed. He had obviously encountered something to shatter his nerves.

Pierce looked at him, as thoughts raced through his mind. Odin had seemed a good cop, but then, he had also seemed extremely dangerous. Duty to his friends vs. duty to his force. He looked Odin in the face...the guy didn't seem to be lying....

Pierce nodded. "Take these." he said, giving Odin a set of keys and a slip of paper. "Go to the adress written on the paper, and stay there untill the meeting. The people there are trustable....more trustable then I am, quite frankly. And take my car, it's the blue four door sedan parked near the second elevator downstairs. They probably have an APB out for you already, taking your car would be suicide. I just hope you didn't do what their saying...cause if you did, were both quite fucked. Now get out of here. I'll say I saw you going down the other way."

With that, Pierce took off, gun still pulled, and made down the staircase, acting as if he were still following Odin.

The Serpent bowed to the Boss. "Sir, yes sir. The girl has been dropped off in the palace grounds, as ordered. She's still alive, but her back is broken. Any other orders?"

"Kill Odin."

"Yes sir."

Odin nodded.

"Thanks. This is big. Don't tell anyone except the chief."

Odin rushed down the stairs until he hit the garrage. A quick search located Pierce's car and within minutes Odin was speeding away from the building, heading toward the safe location Pierce had given him.
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Jimmy approached the Boss.

"So what's next?"
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Following is daily patrol path, a guard noticed what appeared to be a foot protruding from the bushes along the fence. Upon closer inspection, the guard swore. It was none other than Miss Karolyn Von Klyne herself, obviously injured.

The Boss smiled. "Watch and learn, my boy, watch and learn. Omega didn't send me here because I didn't know how to deal with this problem. Why don't you go find that attractive friend of yours, Tina, or whatever?"

He pressed the button for the comissioner. "Commisioner, I want you to find Odin. He's threatened me and my employees. I'm an honest businessman."

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The Serpent hovered over the city, searching for Odin's mind. He smirked to himself.

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Karolyn moaned. "It... hurts..."

Jimmy grinned.

"I think I can manage that."

He wandered off, searching through the slightly damaged fortress of the criminals, for the lady Tina.
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Calin sat in the speeding ambulence, holding onto Karolyn's hand. Hew silently vowed that he would do everything within his power to make those responsible pay for what they did to Karolyn.
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Odin thanked the people that had hid him for so long, he now had to meet the chief and share the vital information.

The Serpent smiled as he knocked on the door. Outside of his customary armor and mask, he wouldn't be recognised until it was too late. "Excuse me... I have a package to deliver."

The woman examined the package.

"May I ask who sent it?"
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Odin sat within the city gardens, awaiting the arrival of the Chief and Pierce.

The Serpent stepped back. The package exploded, but he stayed safe through his psychic shield. "Well, that's Odin taken care of..." He thought, fading out of sight.

"I'll get to the city park, and contact the boss. No one saw me, I'm okay."

As Odin sat there, the cheif's car pulled up, with him driving, and Pierce in the front seat. As it came to a stop, Pierce got out, and walked forward, closely followed by the cheif. Everything seemed to be going as Odin planned...

Excepting the fact that the area was being watched by a half dozen undercover officers. None of which were from Odin's division, though.

OOC: You can have Odin discover them, or not, up to you. And purely OOC, the house Odin stayed at was Pierce's brother (Tim's) house. I'm thinking of having him come in as a second charactor in a bit.

Odin rushed toward the Chief and Pierce.

"I have something really important to tell you. You're sure no one followed you? We can't trust anyone."

The stress was easily visible within Odin's voice.

Pierce shook his head. "No, we weren't followed, don't worry about it. I made sure of that. Now, what's up?"

As he asked, his eyes darted across the yard to where one of the undercover officers was, acting as if he were a random street hobo simply looking through a trash can.

Odin continued to look around, suspicious of anyone besides Pierce and the Chief.

"You guys have to promise you won't tell anyone. He'll get you as well if he knows you know."

OOC: Waiting for Roania

OOC: Bump for Roania!

:x

Odin continued to look around, suspicious of anyone besides Pierce and the Chief.

"You guys have to promise you won't tell anyone. He'll get you as well if he knows you know."

OOC: Waiting for Roania

OOC: What should I do...

IC: A man walked forward. He carried a newspaper, and nothing could be seen of his face. "Pardon me, sirs... I am looking for the Polizei Office of this city?" He said, his Assingtonian oddly accented.

Pierce turned. "Oh, well, it's right down that way about five blocks. Hard to miss. You might want to get a cab though, it's a very long walk."

Odin merely stared at the man as he asked the question. He was suspiscious of everyone.

"Yes, down there. Goodbye."

He continued to wait, until the man was out of earshot.

OOC: Hmmm, perhaps you should use the Serpent's telekinetic powers to impale Odin with something sharp. Or shoot him from a distance. Just something that won't kill him immediately.

The man walked on, his umbrella by his side. All of a sudden, he turned, ramming the umbrella into the space behind Odin's elbow. A poison leaked outwards. The Serpent laughed, and faded out of view. Like the assassination, constable? I got the idea from the soviets... He said mentally.

The chief and the other drew their guns, but the attacker was nowhere to be seen. The surrounding officers were ordered to search for the man whilst the small group attented to Odin. Tyr stepped forward to catch him as he fell.

Odin flinched as the sharp blade entered him, leaking the deadly poision into his body. He could already feel the effects. His heart was pumping harder, he was beginning to fever and the area around the wound was completely numb.

Odin lay on his back, his life slowly seeping from him. He indicated to Tyr, to come forward so he could tell him something. In a struggled few words, he spoke in a hushed tone.

"The Comissioner is the mole.... He set us up....."

His eyes began to glaze over as the poision reached his brain, slowly shutting down the vital organs of his body. Head resting on the ground, Odin awaited death. It was over for him. There was nothing more he could do, and so he placed his faith in the three new officers and his close friend, the Chief.

Finally, Odin fell into darkness, never to return to this world. The small party merely stood there, looking at the lifeless figure of Odin. Tears could be seen upon the cheeks of all those present. Today, one of their best had died.

Tyr remained silent, a mixture of depsair and rage burning behind his eyes. Odin's death would not go unavenged. They would pay, and he knew exactly who to start with.

Pierce watched as the ambulance drove off, it's sirens off. Odin had been long dead when it arrived.

Turning away, he leaned back against the car. The cheif was taking reports from the forensics team, and a group of about fifty officers was searching the nearby area, while the six IA detectives Pierce had convinced to watch over the meeting were all clumped together, speaking in low voices.

Pierce would of loved something to do, but the crime scene tape was up, and the press was being taken care of. Which meant he had no purpose. He could go search for the killer, but Pierce remembered his first meeting with the man, and didn't bother trying to find him. It would be impossible.

Suddenly, one of the six detectives walked over to Pierce. "Look, we've decided to launch an investigation into your department. Someone had to be involved on the inside. We don't know who yet, but let me assure you, we'll get him."

Even as the man said it, Pierce saw the commisioners car pull up. "There's no need to find out who. It's him. And I'll take care of it myself."

Pierce started to pull his gun, but the IA detective slammed him against the car. "Like hell you will. Look, we can get him..and shooting him won't help our cause. I'm asking you, very kindly, to either work with us, or get out of the way. But please, don't screw yourself over. You want a ride out of here?"

"No." Pierce said, getting into the car. "I can drive myself back to HQ." With that, he left, not looking back. He couldn't bear to see that scum, wannabe-commisioner.

Tyr had to get out of there. He knew if the commissioner turned up, he wouldn't be able to stop himself from killing him. He had to leave. Getting into a patrol car, he sped off down the street, heading back to HQ. He needed to find the others, he could trust them.

OOC: Sry if original post here didn't make sense, somehow my posts got sent to the incorect topics.
IC:
Pierce arrived at the station, and, walking inside, looked around. Almost no one was there....after all, an officer was down only blocks away, almost all those in the police station were helping in the investigation.

Walking over to the elevator, Pierce pressed the button to go to the administration level. When the doors opened, Pierce stepped off, and looked around. The hallway was empty. Walking quickly, he made his way to the commisioners office.

Stepping inside, he locked the door behind him, and walked to the desk. Opening one of the drawers, he began looking. Pierce needed to find something...anything...to either prove the commisioner was corrupt, or at least to find and arrest whoever had hired him.

Tyr stepped forward from the shadowed corner as Pierce entered the officee.

"Pierce. I see you have your suspicions. Odin told me before he died, it was the commissioner. I'll search the video tapes, you check his computer files. Keep an eye out for him."

"Will do...and don't worry, I locked the door. Should give us some time if anyone tries to get in." With that, Pierce turned to the computer, sat down, and started looking through the commisioner's computer files. Luckily, in his rush to make it to the crime scene, he'd forgotten to log off his computer.

The boss sighed. "Jimmy, boy... here." He passed the teenager a bag. "There's 1 million dollars. Honest money, it's been laundered. Take Tina, and some of the other thieves, and go to Omega HQ in Roania."

Jimmy nodded. He knew things were going to get bad, and it was wise to get out of Assington. He took the money then shook hands with his boss.

"Hopefully I'll see you around."

Without another word, he headed back to his room and began gathering his gear.

OOC: Jimmy is about 28 yrs old
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Tyr found nothing on the tapes. Not one scrap of evidence.

"There aren't any cameras in this room, and none of the other tapes have anything important. What about the computer?"

Pierce shook his head. "Almost everything is password protected. I'm looking through his checkbook right now, but it all seems clear."

Even as he said it, Pierce scrowled down the list.

Type Amount Donator/Receiver
Deposit $1300 Assington Police Dept.
Withdrawal $3000 Assington City Bank
Withdrawal $500 Assington Credit Cards
Withdrawal $200 Johnson Truck Co.
Deposit $100 Christy McAuphry
Withdrawal $30 Mike's Pizzeria
Withdrawal $60 Starbucks Coffee
Deposit $500 Johnson Truck Co.
Withdrawal $45 Mark's Inn
Withdrawal $60 Donald Lerndin
Withdrawal $1000 Assington City Bank


Pierce looked through. The only name's that reapeared were Johnson Truck Co., which the commisioner had invested, Assington City Bank, and his normal paycheck from the department.

"Damnit." he said, "The only people that seem to want to write him large checks are Jonson's Truck Co., and the bank!"

Pierce sat back. "It must be Jonson's Truck Company. Innocent as it may seem, that's the only place besides the bank he cashes checks from!"

OOC: Think about the information given in this statement deeply....and you'll discover the secret of what companies' bribing him. If you don't see it...then I'll just tell you it in another OOC I guess.....

OOC: The Boss is regional president of Omega Corporation, FPS.

OOC: The Boss is regional president of Omega Corporation, FPS.

Indeed, FPS, you should edit the post to have the Omega Corp in it.

OOC: I'd just like to note the following things:
Omega Corp currently owns Jonson's Trucking Co...as well as a company called the Assington City Bank (A mortgage Company).
After all, why would the real bank write checks? Nice coverup, eh? Most people don't see it...

OOC: very good.... now back to business :D

IC: Tyr examined some of the companies on the list. He had heard rumours of their involvement with a suspiscious company involved in organised crime. That must be the link.

"Good, we have the link. That will be enough to indicate corruption of some sort."

Tyr didn't really care about the evidence, he had his own agenda in mind.

-Post Deleted by a Concerned Rper-

OOC: Um.... I sorta had something planned for when this happened.

OOC: Np, consider last post.......er...non-existant.
IC:
That it will. Should I call IA? They'll probably want in on this." Pierce said. He looked towards the door, saw a shadow turn towards it..and then walk away. Pierce sighed in relief. "So, what now?"

Tyr pressed a finger to his lips. The shadow had reappeared and was unlocking the door. Tyr quickly rushed to the wall next to the door and motioned for Pierce to get down behind the desk.

The door opened the the Commissioner walked in, not even noticing Tyr. Stepping forward in a swift movement, Tyr withdrew his knife and grabbed the traitor around the neck, holding the knife to his throat.

"Now Mr Commissioner. We have some business to conduct."

Pierce stood up, ignoring the knife momentarily. Walking over to the door, he looked both ways. No one was there. So, smiling, he closed it, and turned on the commisioner. "Well well, Mr. Commisioner. How art thou? You know, that was a good show you put up at the crime scene of a man your ordered killed. All the honorable speaking on Odin's behalf to the press."

Pierce walked to the desk, sat down, and put his feet up. "Now, we could kill you, or turn you in. The choice is yours. Either way, your going to answer a few simple questions first."

"Indeed."

Odin pushed the knife even closer, the point touching his skin.

"First of all, why did you kill Odin? And I suggest you answer truthfully or you shall suffer."

The commissioner didn't say a word. He merely sat there, not being of any help. Tyr was not about to take this. He dragged the man toward the doorway and opened the door.

"I think we need a bit of a crowd for you to warm up with."

Pierce got up. "Maybe that isn't such a good idea..." he started to say. But it was too late. Tyr opened the door and stepped into the hallway.
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"This is so stupid. I'm stuck standing around this station because I shot a criminal. Nothing ever fucking happens around here." Luitenant Tim Duran said to his friend, Captain Li Jun. Jun nodded.

"Get used to it. Your a luitenant...you shouldn't be out on the street in the first place, and if you get promoted, your off for good." Li Jun replied.

"Yea, I know. But still. This place is so boring. Hey, I didn't know the Commisioner was in...." Duran started saying. But he never finished.

For Tyr, with his knife to the commisioners throat, had just stepped out of the commisioners office. Both officers immediatly pulled their guns, and Li Jun slammed the alarm on the wall next to him. Officers immediatly began to run upstairs to see what was the matter.

Pierce smiled. "I'll cover down towards the right...you keep him facing towards the Captain and Luitenant." With that, Pierce pulled his gun, and when the first officer came around the corner, Pierce pointed it at the man. "This isn't going to be easy."

Tyr nodded.

"Remember, these guys are our mates. They don't get hurt, unless it's absolutely necessary."

Finally, the comimssioners rage took over.

"What the hell do you think you're doing!? Can't you see this man is a maniac and a menace to society? Shoot him! Shoot him before he kills me!"

Tyr merely shook his head as the officers started, dumbfounded at the pair.

"Not a good idea. Not only could I wedge this blade in his throat because it looks like you might shoot me, you could also miss and hit your beloved commissioner."

Pressing the blade a little harder, Tyr asked his questions again.

"I think it's about time you told us commissioner. That is, if you want to live."

The prisoner began to sweat rapidly as he realised Tyr would go through with his threat.

The captain lowered his gun slightly. Action was not going to be the way to solve this. He motioned for the luitenant, and the officer at the other end of the hallway, to do the same. They were the only one's who had responded thus far....the station was still nearly empty as most of the department investigated Odin's death.

"Tyr, Pierce..talk to me guys. What the hell is going on here? And where the hell it Odin? You guys are always sticking around him." the Captain asked. He was more inclined towards finding out why two new, dedicated officers would take their commisioner hostage then he was inclined towards shooting them.

As the captain finished talking, a sergeant rounded the corner. Immediatly, the luitenant ordered him to lower his gun. "I dont' want anyone else coming up here, sergeant. We can handle this." the captain said.

"Well, you won't have to worry sir. There are five more officers in this statino right now...two guarding the armory, one guarding the main door, one the garage, and one the back door."

OOC: Hope you don't mind the station's being empty. Leaves little room for newbie cops to run in and shoot someone...not to mention, Odin was loved, right? So is it really that unrealistic?

OOC: That's fine.

IC: Tyr edged back a little.

"Well. Our dear commissioner here was about to explain why he had one of our best officers killed. And perhaps explain why he should be allowed to live. I'm sure you'd like to here that."

"Had one of our best officers killed...who...Odin? Why would he have Odin killed?" asked the captain. But he was afraid he already knew the answer. Behind him, the sergeant, whom had pulled out his radio to call for backup, suddenly stopped moving, also realizing.[

"You don't mean he's...." started the luitenant. But he stopped himself, there was no way...

Tyr nodded, a maniacal grin on his face.

"That's right. This bastard is the traitor. He set us up all along! He sent those strike teams to their deaths! He is responsible for countless other deaths and failures of our officers!"

The pure rage was obvious within his voice, his temper rising and his lust for vengence matching it, he addressed the commissioner.

"WHY!?"

Starting to panic, the commissioner stumbled over his words as he attempted to explain.

"I.....I....I'm not sure why. The... the money..... the power....... you'll die for this!"

All four of the other officers in the hallway stepped back, shocked. The commisioner, a trader? Impossible.

Yet, as they thought that, things seem to fall into place. The captain stepped forward. "What he just said was recorded easily....put the weapons down, guys. We can get him now, there's no need for more violence."

Pierce lowered his gun, and, in the backround, he could here that sergeant requesting IA units and advising standard units to keep the regulated distance from the crime scene.

Looking at Tyr, Pierce nodded. "We got him, Tyr. Put it down. If we kill him, he's useless to us."

All four of the other officers in the hallway stepped back, shocked. The commisioner, a trader? Impossible.

Yet, as they thought that, things seem to fall into place. The captain stepped forward. "What he just said was recorded easily....put the weapons down, guys. We can get him now, there's no need for more violence."

Pierce lowered his gun, and, in the backround, he could here that sergeant requesting IA units and advising standard units to keep the regulated distance from the crime scene.

Looking at Tyr, Pierce nodded. "We got him, Tyr. Put it down. If we kill him, he's useless to us."

Tyr's hand began to shake. He wanted to slit the commissioner's throat, but he knew the consequences would not be good for him. Slowly drawing the knife back, he held his prisoner forward.

"You will pay for this."

Without another word he slammed the bulky part of the knife handle onto the back of the commissioner's neck. The traitor crumpled to the ground in a mass of flesh.

"Cuff him."

Still shaking from his ordeal, Tyr sat down upon the stairs. He dropped the knife and layed his head between his hands. He had a feeling it wasn't over yet.

Pierce turned and sat down next to Tyr. "We got him." he said, "We got Pierce's killer. It's up to them now." he said, nodding towards the IA officers who'd just rushed up the steps. "Come on, let's go downstairs, grab a drink."

Pierce stood up, and took a last look at the commisioner. The IA people were reading him his rights and steering him towards the other staircase. It was finally over....Pierce couldn't believe it.

Literally. He couldn't believe it. He could say what he liked about how IA would handle it from this point, but he knew him and Tyr would be sucked back into the investigation. Untill then, they could take a break...and mourn the dozen or so officers, including Odin, who'd died in the past week.

Tyr nodded and stood, still shaky. He made his way down the stairs, slowly progressing towards the bottom. He needed a strong drink to settle his nerves, he still had trouble believing it.

"I can't believe the traitor would be so high up. It's really disturbing."
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The officers took the commissioner away, toward the holding cells within the basement of the complex.

OOC: When you're ready Roania.

Pierce nodded. "Disturbing, yes, suprising, no." he said, continuing to walk down the steps with Tyr. "Once the commisioner got power, he probably realized what would happen when he retired. Nearly no money, no one would care about him...but if he went with the mob...he'd be set for life."

Tyr nodded as he arrived at the coffee machine and began to pour himself a cup.

"Indeed. You must make sure this never happens again. You want some?"

<<<That Night>>>

There was a soft dripping sound in the holding cells. The commisioner sat on a bench, his eyes rolled back inside his head. Blood came from his slashed wrists.

Above him was the sign of Lokii, and sitting next to him was a scorpion.

The echo of footsteps filled the hallway as a guard entered the holding cell chambers bearing food for the commissioner. When he came upon the cell, all that could be heard were curses and the clattering of the food tray. The officer frantically grabbed his radio.

"We've got a problem here. The commissioner is dead. Looks like he slit his wrists........."

Pierce had returned to the station after giving Tyr a ride home only to see the place in chaos. Running over to the desk sergeant, he asked what was up.

"The commisioner killed himself it seems." the sergeant said.

Pierce blanked. "Suicide." he repeated. The sergeant nodded. Pierce walked over to the staircase, and walked down to the holding cell level. A bunch of normal and IA detectives were standing about arguing while a CSI unit took pictures and fingerprints. He recognized one of the detectives, and walked up to him. "What the hell happened, Tim?"

The detective shook his head. "I knew we should have transferred him to the IA holding cells. We could have kept watch on him...but hell, no one could have none he was taht depressed." the detective looked back at the commisioner. "Poor bastard, probably realized all the shit he'd done, and decided that ending it would be best."

"What about the investigation?" Pierce asked.

Tim frowned. "Well, we've been investigating the companies listed in his transfer book for quite awhile now, and haven't gotten much. I'm trying to get a warrant for the shipping company, as well as the bank. Of course, the corporation (OOC: Sorry, forgot name) is who we really want to look at. But we don't have the evidence to go after them just yet, just their sub-companies."

"Oh well. When are you guys going to raid the bank and shipping co.?" Pierce asked.

"Sometime tommorow." Suddenly, a detective walked up, and Tim's frown lightened. "Well, we got the shipping company warrant, but the bank...we'll be able to get the bank later, once we find evidence in the shipping co. Look, I know you and Tyr knew Odin well...if you guys want in on the raid..."

"Yea, I think we will. Or, at least, I will. I'll ask Tyr about it tommorow."

"Alright. If you'll excuse me, I'm going to go fill out the paperwork on what happened to the commisioner. Damnit, I wish I'd gotten a chance to talk to him before he killed himself."

With that, Tim walked away. Pierce stayed for a few minutes, watching the CSI unit, then left. He had work to do.

OOC: Sorry about long post, seemed necesary to set up for sting tommorow...which the shipping company will probably be ready for (via other bad cops).

Calis and Calin sat in the waiting room whilst Karolyn underwent surgery. It had been several hours and still no word, the brothers had not left the seat the whole time. Finally a exhausted looked doctor emerged and approached the pair.

"Miss Von Klyne will live, but there is extensive damage to her back. I'm afraid she will not walk again. There was nothing we could do."

Calin shook with a mixture of despair and anger, unleashing his emotion into the wall with several fists. Calis merely sighed.

"They will pay for this. It ends now."

The president walked off to the side and withdrew his mobile.

"James. I want you to get onto all the commissioners of every capital city and have them send us their best officers for an undefined period. We're gathering an army and stomping out these criminals."
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Tyr turned in his bed, unable to get to sleep. Everytime he closed his eyes the image of a dying Odin filled his mind, tormenting him. With the commissioner taken care of, he had to go after the culprit. He wasn't sure who but he would find out. And he would have his revenge.

Pierce rushed over, grabing Odin as he fell to the ground. "What happened!" he yelled, but Odin only shook his head. Odin started trying to say something, but all that came out was this strange ringing noise...

Pierce woke up with a startle, deep in a cold sweat. Next to his bed, in his apartment, the phone was ringing. Pulling himself off the bed, he picked it up. "Yea?" he said tiredly, not trying to hide the anxiousness in his voice.

"Pierce, it's Tim. I need you to call Tyr, and I need you both down here. My detectives watching the warehouse just reported a lot of movement, it looks like their loading up everything in preperation for our raid tommorow. Problem is, I don't have enough trustable officers with us, so I need you two to come. I'll meet you in the armory at the station...tell no one what is going on."

"Alright Tim." Pierce said, all the sleepiness out of his voice. He heard the phone hang up, and then a dial tone. Quickly, he dialed Tyr's number and filled him in, before running down to his car and taking off for the station.

Tyr was already awake when the phone rang. He answered and was quickly given details of the raid to be conducted very soon. Not wasting any time, he finished his breakfast and grabbed his uniform. In record time Tyr was in his car, speeding toward the station.
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Officers from all over Assington boarded their planes, ready to help the officers in Diamond City.

<Next day>

The scorpion waited, patiently, as the drugs were loaded. "Okay, boys. We'll be using these to get out of here."

OOC: On vacation in Mexico, I'll try to post in a couple of days.

Pierce walked into the hallway leading to the armory and the locker rooms and found it....empty. Utterly empty. Of course it was mid shift, so this wasn't suprising...but somehow he'd expected people here. Walking down the hall, he opened the door to the armory and found the room, again, deserted. Which scared him.

Someone was always supposed to be in the armory. Period. Then, on the desk, Pierce saw the note. "In the bathroom. Be back in five minutes. If you want to check out weaponry, go ahead." It was signed by some officer whom Pierce assumed was the armory watcher for the midnight shift.

Looking around, he again saw nothing. Then, suddenly, he heard something. Turning around, Pierce saw Tim standing there, having appeared out of nowhere into the middle of the room. He always did that. Ever since he was nine. Looking at his brother, Pierce smiled. "Tyr showed yet?" he asked.

Tim shook his head. "Na. But we can wait." He was dressed in full body guard with an assault rifle in his hands and had a few other pistols obviously on him. "Grab some stuff for yourself. It's going to be a fully armed raid. There were only a dozen or so officers watching, but because of all of these arrivals from other cities, we've got around fifty officers sitting in trucks a couple blocks away, in SWAT garb, waiting. As soon as us four arrive, we're going to move in."

"Four?" Pierce asked.

"Three counting me you and Tyr, and my partners waiting in the car upstairs."

Walking over to the gunrack, Pierce realized it was...empty. Tim hadn't been lying. The majority of the equitment in the room had been signed out. Luckily, the backup boxes still had some stuff left. Pierce started putting the body armor on. He'd already decided that, in addition to a group of desert eagles and beretta's, he'd carry an MP5 (holstered), and use the only CAR-15 left as his main weapon. Turning around, he searched the room again. The officer had come back from the bathroom, but Tyr wasn't here.

"Where the hell is he?" Pierce asked. Tim shrugged.

Tyr pulled up in front of the station with a screech. Not bothering to lock his car, the officer made his way into the station, searching for Pierce and anyone else that was meant to be here. After a few minutes of looking around, Tyr finally found Tim and Pierce in the armoury, gathering their gear.

"Hey guys. So what's going on?"

"Well, you remember Johnson's Shipping Co.? The company that was all over the commisioner's books? We got a warrant for it last night, and planned to raid it today. However, the officers we have watching the area have seen a lot of movement in the last hour...specifically, a large number of 18-wheelers entered the warehouse. It looks like they found out about the warrant and are trying to get ride of the evidence. Thereby, were raiding the place. But we gotta get over there fast, before any of the trucks leave." Tim said, looking at his watch a couple of times while he spoke.

Pierce smiled. "The people watching the warehouse also saw the man who killed Odin entered it. Looks like we'll finally get this guy."

Tyr nodded as his face turned stone blank. Tim and Pierce could see the lust for revenge in his eyes as Tyr grabbed what weapons he could. Locked and loaded, Tyr started heading for the elevator.

"Are those intercity cops here yet? We'll probably need some backup."

Tyr stroked his MP5 and P90, both slung over his shoulders. Besides the two main weapons, Tyr carried an asortment of grenades and pistols, plus two throwing knives.

OOC: Happy April Fools Day. No jokes. I'm not that mean. But I thought I'd say that.
IC:
Tim nodded. "Yea, we got a lot of cops, and more arriving by the minute. For this raid were mainly just using officers trained in heavy operations, the rest are getting ready for the raid on whatever corporation ends out owning Johnson's Trucking Co. We're pretty sure it'll be non-violent, but were positive this raid is going to be bad."

Pierce followed Tim to the elevator, and Tyr, Pierce, and Tim all got in, riding it to the main parking lot. Tim got in with his partner, and Pierce got into his own car.

Tyr jumped into his designated patrol car and smiled as he remembered the weapons store in the boot. Keying in his radio, he spoke to Tim.

"Lead the way."

Pierce pulled his car into formation behind the first two, and the three vehicles drove for about fifteen minutes before reaching the warehouse. It was completly across the city, in one of the larger industrial districts.

Driving in, it didn't take Pierce long to see the group of five officers standing around a car across the street. From the warehouse, they couldn't be seen, but from where he was driving, who and what they were was obvious.

Tim pulled his car to a stop in the small alley, and Tyr and Pierce stopped. Pierce stayed in his car, and watched as Tim, Tyr, and another of the officers talked. Then Tim nodded towards him, and, grabbing his radio, sent out the call for the raid.

In a couple minutes, when their backup arrived, the cops would move in. Pierce couldn't believe it. He'd expected his first month to be normal..boring even. Instead, he was preparing for his second SWAT style raid.

Tyr nodded as he went over the plan with the operation leader. He knew the plan almost as well as the guy that came up with it. That and the determination for revenge would make Tyr very dangerous for anyone not in a police uniform.

BUMP...... We're very close to finishing this.....

OOC: Working on a post. Sorry, just not used to describing atmosphere in my posts...I'll try to get one ASAP.

Pierce finally exited his vehicle, and walked over to the group. Tim turned to them.

"Alright, the rest of the officers are en route. Now, the plan is simple. The main SWAT teams, along with the other officers, will move in the front. Now, most of the warehouse is simply a large open space, with some trucks and crates were sure, and that's what they'll be clearing. Meanwhile, we'll be moving in the back door, which leads into a small wing of about eight offices, seperated from the main warehouse by a security locked door."

Tim motioned to two of the undercover cops. "You two will be staying outside, covering the door. If anyone comes out not wearing a badge, arrest them. Your there pretty much as a fail safe if the other six of us going in fail. As for you, Charlie." He said, motioning to the only cop in uniform in the group. "You'll be parking the police cruiser at the entrance to the alleyway, making sure passerby don't get cought in the crossfire. Of course, if you see anyone running away from the warehouse, go after him. The rest of you will be with me, clearing out the offices. Any questions?"

Pierce finally exited his vehicle, and walked over to the group. Tim turned to them.

"Alright, the rest of the officers are en route. Now, the plan is simple. The main SWAT teams, along with the other officers, will move in the front. Now, most of the warehouse is simply a large open space, with some trucks and crates were sure, and that's what they'll be clearing. Meanwhile, we'll be moving in the back door, which leads into a small wing of about eight offices, seperated from the main warehouse by a security locked door."

Tim motioned to two of the undercover cops. "You two will be staying outside, covering the door. If anyone comes out not wearing a badge, arrest them. Your there pretty much as a fail safe if the other six of us going in fail. As for you, Charlie." He said, motioning to the only cop in uniform in the group. "You'll be parking the police cruiser at the entrance to the alleyway, making sure passerby don't get cought in the crossfire. Of course, if you see anyone running away from the warehouse, go after him. The rest of you will be with me, clearing out the offices. Any questions?"

Tyr nodded as he cocked his weapons and made sure all his gear was in order. The plan sounded simple enough, he just hoped intelligence was accurate and they weren't about to burst into a warehouse full of criminals armed to the teeth.

"I'm good to go. Let's get the bastards."
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Several poilce vans raced towards the warehouse, all bearing the flown in police from all over Assington. They were briefed over the radio and all given decent weaponry and gear.

Pierce watched as the officers got into their seperate vehicles, and then got into his own. They drove across the street, and entered the alley. The cop, before entering, turned his car sideways to block the alleyway, then got out, pulling his 12 gauge with him.

The rest of the officers parked their cars in the semi-wide alleyway, and got out. Tim looked around. "Load and lock people. Good to go?"

Tyr nodded as he checked his weapons for at least the fifth time.

"Let's get in there and apprehend those bastards."

Several other officers indicated that they too were ready to begin the operation.
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Ten minutes from the location, the officers were becoming restless. They didn't come from all over Assington just to miss the action. Cocking and loading weapons, the vans remained silent as the officers contemplated the near future.

Tim pulled out his radio. "South East dispatch, this is assault team two, come in."

Everyone waited for about half a minute before finally a voice came on the radio saying, "South East Dispatch, we copy."

"Dispatch, be advised, assault team two is moving in, request assault team one be dispatched to area. Also requesting any backup from other officers."

"Roger that Assault team two. Dispatch to all units in the area of 35th and Clamore...."

Tim turned down his radio and walked over to the door. Reaching down, he turned the handle...it was locked. No suprise. Turning around, and seeing everyone was in position, he looked at Pierce. "Blow it."
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Pierce nodded, and, stepping forward, slammed the three foot long rammer into thet door, causing it to not only open, but fall off its hinges. He jumped back as the other five members of the team, led by Tim, ran into the small hallway, then pickup up his own gun and followed.

Immediatly once inside, Pierce saw Tim and his partner split off to the left, and then the other two officers that had been staking out the area split into the room on the right. That left Tyr and him the main hallway in front of him.

"You wanna lead?" Pierce asked.

Tyr nodded as he moved forward, P90 in hand. The hallway was strangely quiet, save for the other officers moving through the complex. He could faintly here other noises, they must be the criminals.

Coming up on a door, Tyr nodded as he kicked in the door and fell back, waiting for any hostile fire. Satisfied it was safe, he led Pierce into the room that was bare, save for a large desk and a few boxes.

"Clear."

Pierce nodded, and backed out of the room, pointing his gun down the hallway. In the backround, he heard a couple other officers yell clear, and then a large bang from the main part of the warehouse. It was immediatly followed by some gunfire, and a lot of screaming. Seemed the calvary had arrived.

Stepping forward, Pierce knelt down next to the next door, and motioned for Tyr to kick it in.

Adrenaline pumpin in anticipation of the battle, Tyr put all his strength into breaking the door of it's hinges within one mighty kick. Diving for cover, he waited to see if a halo of enemy fire would engulf the doorway. It did.

Tyr looked over to Pierce and indicated they should lob a grenade in each.

Pierce nodded, and pulled two devices off his belt. One was a grenade, the other a flashbang, leaning out carefully, he chucked the grenade past Tyr into the room. As soon as it went off, he chucked the flashbang into the room, and the ran in himself.

In front of him was a scene of total destruction. The small room, which was obviously designed to be a secretorial office, was in ruins. About seven men were lying on the ground, and another two (who'd gotten to cover before the grenade exploded) were bothing standing behind the overturned desk, hands on their heads.

None of this was what really concerned Pierce. It was the fact that there was a door on the wall to the right of him...a door which leaded to a room that didn't exist, according to the blueprints.

Keeping his attention on the two surrendurees, Pierce slightly turned his head to see Tyr. "Give me your handcuffs, I'll need to get these guys down before we can go any further."

Tyr nodded and quicky whipped his cuffs out of their case and threw toward Pierce. Tyr kept his P90 trained on the two men whilst Pierce restrained them. Looking each man over carefully, Tyr decided to ask some questions.

"Who killed the officer? Odin!?"

The fury was obvious within Tyr's voice as he screamed at the captives. Too intimidated to cause trouble, the men both mumbled his name......

"The Scorpian...."

Pierce frowned. "The scorpian?" he asked. Both men nodded. "He here?" Again, both men nodded. "Where?" he asks. One of the men moved his head towards the door on Pierce's right. Turning, Pierce stared at it.

"You guys know the combo?" he asked. Neither responded. Obviously, they didn't. Stepping back, Pierce fired his assault rifle into the lock, causing the door to fly open. Stepping inside, Pierce found a nice little office..no boxes, just a desk in the middle of the room. Empty, as a matter of fact.

Turning, Pierce saw a second door. Again, not in the blueprints. How they were able to fit these rooms in, he didn't know, but then again, he really didn't care. Moving to the door, he motioned for Tyr to lead into the second room...

OOC: ...where the scorpion is waiting.

The Scorpion smiled as Pierce entered the room. "At last we meet, officer. For the first time, for the last time..." He flung out his hand, and sent Pierce flying into the wall.

Other Lokii thugs appeared from behind shelves, pointing guns at the officers and opening fire.

Tyr noticed the men emerge from behind the shelves, all bearing weapons. Acting quickly, he grabbed Pierce and pulled him behind the metallic door they had just entered through. The officer held tight as round after round assaulted the door.

Tyr cursed as the fire continued, these guys had lots of ammo. Looking around, Tyr noticed he still had a grenade. He didn't end up using his earlier. Grabbing his flashbang and frag grenade, Tyr set the timers, the flashbang slightly shorter than the frag and pulled the pins. The clunk could be heard all around the room as the two grenades bounced into the presence of the Lokii henchmen.

Tyr now turned his attention to Pierce.

"Mate, you okay?"

Pierced nodded. "Yea, I think so." As he said it, he looked around, and realized he'd lost his assault rifle. Swearing, he pulled out a pistol. "Look, you wanna wait for backup? Somehow I doubt their getting out of there."

As he said it, he heard some more gunfire in the main room. "Of course, I don't know how long it'll take them to get in here..."

Scorpion watched. "Pathetic..." he pulled out a sniper rifle from a case, and disappeared into the gloom of the warehouse.

Looking back into the room, Tyr noticed the grenades had done their job. The Lokii henchmen were either dead or critically wounded. Moving through the bodies, Tyr noticed something was wrong. The strange looking guy wasn't there, the one that sent shudders down his spine.

"Hey Pierce. We got a problem. That guy that attacked you isn't here, he's still out there. Somewhere.

Pierce swore. The second room of the warehouse, as he could remember Tim saying, was about four times bigger than the first. It was usually void of personel (and as Pierce looked in now, he confirmed this himself), but instead was full of large shipping crates, going from one wall to the next in no apparent order. In other words...close quarter combat hell. Pulling out his radio, Pierce called for backup, then turned back to Tyr.

"You want to wait, or move in?"

Tyr quickly checked his weapons as his rage began to build. Something in the back of his mind told him that was Odin's killer. He couldn't let him escape.

"Let's go. We can't let that guy escape or Odin will never be avenged."

Pierce nodded, and moved into the large room. All around him, the shipping crates created a large box, with multiple openings between them leading off into the warehouse. Turning, Pierce swore. "I hate to say it, but the only way were gonna get him is if we split up. How about I take the entrance over there to the left, and you go over the right through those CR3 boxes?"

Tyr nodded as he pumped another clip into his P90. He was intent on catching Odin's murderer and exacting his revenge. Tyr mumbled something about keeping in radio contact as he moved over towards the boxes, keeping an eye for any movement.

A sniper bullet fired past Tyr. Pathetic... the sound of someone loading another one could be heard.

A sniper bullet fired past Tyr. Pathetic... the sound of someone loading another one could be heard.

Tyr cursed as the bullet raced passed his head and slammed into a crate nearby. Looking for the source of fire, Tyr unleashed a clip of P90 fire in the general direction, distracting his attacker for a few moments.

He still had a few grenades but was too far off to use them. Tyr could only hope Pierce had located the sniper.

As the shot rang out, Pierce hit the deck, and looked around. "Shit." he thought, "I should have turned on the main lights." Slowly pulling himself up, he began searching the tops of the shipping boxes for the suspect. Simultaneously, he radiod for backup.

As Tyr quickly searched for the sniper he noticed several barrels lined across the wall, covered in stickers reading Warning: Highly flamable, dangerous materials. Smiling to himself, Tyr radioed to Pierce.

"Pierce, you see those highly flamable barrels? I want you to fire a shot at the fith one from the wall. Then take cover and I'll fire the detonating shot. He's definitely up around that area somewhere. We'll get him good."

"Copy that." Ducking out from behind the large shipping crate he'd been next to, he fired a shot at the fifth tank, then ducked back into cover, hearing the "ting" of the bullet hitting.

Tyr heard the ting and reacted immediately. Diving from under cover he unleashed the full clip of his P90, spraying bullets all over the general direction of the barrels.

Concentrating hard, Tyr pushed forth with his mind, guiding a single bullet just to assure it would strike. Tyr had little training in his psychic abilities but it was enough to guide the lead towards its target.

Another satisfying 'ting' could be heard as the bullet struck the barrel, striking a spark and igniting the combustable material.

"Roger that. Area seems clear dispa---" As the large explosion cut Tim off, he looked back at the warehouse from the squad car he'd been radioing in from...and watched as a large spout of flames came out of the roof above the main storeroom. Just then, his radio crackled, and he heard a call of assistance...a repeat call from Pierce, he realized. The storage crates must have been blocking the transmission from getting through, but with the roof now..well...no longer there, things would be easier.

"Copy that Pierce. All available units, we have officers in danger, repeat, officers in danger, main store room. SWAT Tems two and three, pull back and move into the room, SWAT team one continue helping with arrests. Dispatch, we need more medical and fire units at emergency area 1." The warehouse had been declared an emergency area after about twenty minutes of heavy gunfire, and with the explosion would probably be declared a disaster zone soon.

As a flurry of "Copy that"s and "responding"s came back through the radio, Tim put the radio back in his belt, and took off at full speed towards the main storeroom, followed by a large group of officers. In the backround, he could hear more police cars, ambulances, and now a group of fire trucks rushing speeding towards the building, sirens blaring.

The Scorpion looked at Tyr, his eyes glowing with hate. He leapt for him, but the explosion caught him.

Until the last, he glared at Tyr, not screaming...

Tyr matched the glare of the Scorpian, not leaving the eyes of Odin's killer. Even though the glare gave him chills, Tyr only dropped it when the fire came too close and the Scorpian was engulfed.

The warehouse shook and several crates fell around the occupants as they dived for cover. Tyr recieved slight burns to his shoulder but was otherwise alright. The lust for vengence quenched, Tyr quickly grabbed his radio.

"Pierce, you out there buddy?"

Pierce came out from a crate about thirty feet down from Tyr. He had been circling around behind the scorpion before shooting the canister in hopes of getting him to surrendur. "Yea, I'm good. You alright?"

Even as he said this, about thirty officers came running into the room with an assortment of weapons, Tim in the lead. As he looked around, he couldn't help but gape. "What in the sam hell did you guys do to this place? Damnit, Pierce, do you HAVE to cause disasters everywhere you go?"
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OOC: If it's not Omega Corporation..sry, forgot.
IC:
"Hey, you, stop! You can't go in the--" The aide who had been standing suddenly found a warrant in her face.

"Mam, we have a search warrant for all offices and rooms within the headquarters of the Omega corporation, as well as for your boss." Behind him, three more detectives walked straight across the secretary's office and into the boss's office, not even bothering to pull their weapons.

Walking in, they found him alone, staring at a television screen across the room. On the screen, a news reporter was talking about a serious bust at a local warehouse. All three detectives smiled, and one of them stepped forward. "Mr. Omega? Your under arrest on the charge of racketeering."

OOC: If you don't know, Racketeering was an old gangster charge used on anybody who had multiple counts of extortion, murdur, assault, robbery, and other crimes on their record. The penalty was something like 1043 days in prison and a 6 million dollar fine.

Tyr got to his feet, even though ever muscle in his body ached. Stumbling towards Pierce he couldn't help but smile.

"We got him."

Falling to his knees, several other officers pulled Tyr up and began to examine his injuries.

"How about we go get cleaned up?"

Pierce smiled. "You know, that just might be a good idea. Come on, the ambulances should be arriving outside by now." As if on cue, two ambulance teams ran into the room, along with a group of fire fighters. Pierce waved them over, and motioned them to put Tyr onto the stretcher.

"Tim, I'm going to the hospital with Tyr, if you don't mind."

"Yea yea, get outa here. You look like you could use a medic yourself anyways." Tim replied, shaking his head at the mess they had caused. "First week on the job, and you already blew up half a wharehouse. Damnit man, you've been a walking disaster since you were freaking five years old."

Pierce's smile suddenly turned to a frown, and he turned to catch up with Pierce stretcher. Walking along side it, he decided it'd be best to ask this question before they got in the ambulance."So, what do you think of hospitals?"

OOC: Damn, this was a good rp (and still is...although I'm sure it's soon to end). Assington, you planing on making an Assington Police Three, or no?

Tyr smiled, still possessing a sense of humour even in his condition.

"To be honest, I'm not too fond of them. But I don't think I have a choice in the matter. And yourself?"
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Many officers began taping off the warehouse as the explosion had drawn the attention of the public. Fire trucks could be heard a few streets away and many apprehended criminals looked back upon their former hideout.

It wasn't quite over yet. There was still the matter of the company linked with this crime ring, but that would be handled be the Feds.

OOC: This will be finishing soon. A few more posts, one from Roania and it should be done. I may do an AP3, depends on what I can come up with. :wink:

OOC: Cool. I gotta say, I kinda enjoyed this rp. With more ppl...it woudl be great.
IC:
As the medics loaded Tyr into the ambulance, Pierce climbed in next to him. It really did seem like it was finally over. At last. Sitting down, Pierce looked around. "You know, your probably right. Of course, I could always have them just take us down to the precinct's medical room."

Tyr grinned, even though it hurt to use those muscles.

"That sounds better to me. I've always said there's nothing that place can't fix."

The paramedics didn't argue, even though it went against their better judgement to do so, they began a course towards the station.

OOC: Indeed. More people would have made it much better.

Roania, time to post!

OOC: Yep.

OOC: Bump for Roania.

OOC: Alright, pardon me for doing this, but the threads died, and I'd like to bring some closure to it before it's completly forgotten. I gotta say, this was a really great RP, and it was nice doing it with all of you. We should really try this again, with more people on both sides.
IC:
One Month Later
Assington Federal High Security Prison
"Open C-12."

"C-12 Open"

The guard didn't even bother taking out his nightstick as the prisoner in C-12 stood. The man, in his late fifties, had been in charge of one of Assinton's greatest gangs. Yet, here he was, old and fat, sitting in a jail cell in the Assington Federal High Security Prison. As the man stood, he smiled to the guard, and, allowing hand cuffs to be put on him, went to talk to his lawyer about getting his 1024 year sentence for rackateering shortened.
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Assington City Police Station
The new officer walked inside, and, looking around, realized exactly how lost he was. He wish his academy instructors had been more specific on where to meet here. Walking up to the main desk, he smiled. "Er...where do the new recruits go?"

The man smiled, and pointed over to a desk in the next room, saying, "Good luck on your first day."

The recruit thanked him, and walking over to the desk, looked at the man behind it inquisitively. "Is this where the new recruits go?"

The man nodded, but waved the new recruit salut that immediatly came. "Your the first here, so why don't ya sit down. There's a few more I think." And as the officer sat back, Pierce couldn't help but think...

"What goes around comes around."

And, two floors below him, as Tyr loaded his backup weapon, and saw a lost recruit wandering the hall ways (as he had on his first day), he had the same exact thought. Three blocks from there, in the Internal Affairs office, the last orders for the last arrests of bad cops associated with Omega corps were made. And so ended the first adventure of two of Assington Police's finest officers.

Meanwhile, in a grave marked "Unkown.", followed by a date of death and projected date of bearth, the scorpions body, or at least what hadn't decomposed. And so ended the story of his life.

OOC: Almost forgot about this. :oops:

IC: With Omega Corp completely shutdown in Assington, this chapter of Tyr's police work was finally over. His now official partner, Pierce, was taking the new recruits today whilst Tyr had taken a few hours off to remember his senior officer.

Odin's grave lay before him, the only comment read KIA. They had beaten the criminals, but at a high price indeed. Many had paid for such with their lives and Tyr new Omega still existed outside of Assington, but that was beyond him. Sighing softly, the officer got back into his car and headed back to the station.

OOC: Alright. Here's the final ending then. May this great thread RIP after we leave it. It was fun people.
IC:
One Month Later
Assington Federal High Security Prison
"Open C-12."

"C-12 Open"

The guard didn't even bother taking out his nightstick as the prisoner in C-12 stood. The man, in his late fifties, had been in charge of one of Assinton's greatest gangs. Yet, here he was, old and fat, sitting in a jail cell in the Assington Federal High Security Prison. As the man stood, he smiled to the guard, and, allowing hand cuffs to be put on him, went to talk to his lawyer about getting his 1024 year sentence for rackateering shortened.
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Assington City Police Station
The new officer walked inside, and, looking around, realized exactly how lost he was. He wish his academy instructors had been more specific on where to meet here. Walking up to the main desk, he smiled. "Er...where do the new recruits go?"

The man smiled, and pointed over to a desk in the next room, saying, "Good luck on your first day."

The recruit thanked him, and walking over to the desk, looked at the man behind it inquisitively. "Is this where the new recruits go?"

The man nodded, but waved the new recruit salut that immediatly came. "Your the first here, so why don't ya sit down. There's a few more I think." And as the officer sat back, Pierce couldn't help but think...

"What goes around comes around."
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With Omega Corp completely shutdown in Assington, this chapter of Tyr's police work was finally over. His now official partner, Pierce, was taking the new recruits today whilst Tyr had taken a few hours off to remember his senior officer.

Odin's grave lay before him, the only comment read KIA. They had beaten the criminals, but at a high price indeed. Many had paid for such with their lives and Tyr new Omega still existed outside of Assington, but that was beyond him. Sighing softly, the officer got back into his car and headed back to the station.