Militia Enforced State
23-02-2006, 04:03
Ackvick woke up to his digital doorbell making a chime. He muffled awake. "Enter."
The door opened, where he could see a figure in the doorway. "Sir, sorry to wake you but Admiral Gilliespie has been murdered."
Ackvick bolted into a sitting position. "Are you bullshitting me?" Ackvick said in shock. He only talked to the man yesterday.
"Afraid not, sir. Your orders?"
Ackvick got up, as Amy Ackvick got up herself, trying to find out what was going on. "Get our best investigative team on board. We need to have this dealt with, now."
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Jack Davidson muttered as he moved his arm around randomly on the desk next to his head.
"Now what...? he muttered as he got a hold of his pager. He looked at it through squinting eyes, trying to read without much backlight.
"Don't those bastards ever sleep?" Davidson said as he sat up. He looked behind him. He saw his fiancee Jane Gordon sleeping behind him. She was beautiful, and she always made him smile whenever she was around.
He got up from his bed, and walked half asleep to the kitchen to get coffee. He found only a cup left, from the day before. He saw the time on the clock built into the coffee maker.
3:02
He muttered. It reminded him of the fact that Francisco-Angelas never slept. He picked up the phone to the police station. "What do we have?"
"We have a high-piority murder. Admiral Gillespie has been shot and killed."
Davidson's face turned to shock. "Admiral Gillespie?" He went silent for a moment. "Who....no, how did he let himself die?" he asked.
"A sniper shot him. Fortunately, the sniper got spooked. We think we have him. The police are currently tracking him down."
"Alright, I'll be in the station as soon as I have my proper clothes on," Davidson said. He hung up the phone, and turned around. He saw Jane standing there next to the corner. "Things never stop, do they?" she asked, matter-of-facty. He nodded. "High profile case. Admiral Gillespie was murdered."
She looked surprised. "Really? I better go in too," she said.
"Nah, you need your sleep," he said, smiling. He walked up to him, hugged her and gave her a light kiss. "See you later in the morning," he said to her.
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Davidson watched the TV in anticipation, while listening to the police scanner.
He saw a blue car driving down the S-302 at around 180 kilometers an hour. However, that speed could easily be topped by the Messian patrol cars. He could see a spike strip layed out on the road in front of the car. The sniper’s car with no time to react drives over it with three out of four tires. It quickly spun sideways out of control, and slammed into the barrier. It then spun in a slow circle as it came to a stop. Then he saw the officers pull out their sidearm, and surrounded the car. Then he saw them quickly dive into the car, and pulled the man from the car.
"They got him," one of the junior officers beside him said. Davidson turned around and walked towards his office. As he walked away, he spoke; "I'll be in my office. Let me know when the suspect arrives."
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"Sir..."
Davidson turns around to see one of his officers behind him. "Go." He typically said that when someone asked him something. Force of habit.
"Sir, the suspect has no identifications whatsoever. No ID, no prints in the database, no retinal records. He doesn't even have prints on his fingers for that matter," she said.
Davidson nodded. "Definitely odd." he said, looking towards the suspect inside the interrogation room. "I have a hunch that this man is an assasin. It's the only way I can explain it. If that's the case, then I think something big is going on."
Davidson walked to the room, swipped his card into the doorlock, and opened the door. He could see the cool demeanor of the suspect looking at the interrogator. Davidson walked up to the table, and put his hands down onto the table, and looked square into the eye of the prisoner. "Who the hell are you?" Davidson said.
The prisoner looked at him. "I'll never tell you. And for your information, if you investigate this, you will probably be assasinated too."
Davidson looked to the other interrogator, then looked back at him. "So you are admitting this?"
The prisoner smiled. "You are so clueless. You know nothing you moron." Davidson's face turned to anger.
"You don't know who I am yet, and you never will. But I'm not the only one." The killer then grabbed a hold of his pinky, and snapped it. Davidson looked at him funny, then in shock, as the killer's eyes rolled back, and he fell onto the floor. Davidson scrambled to check on him. The killer laid there, not moving. Davidson checked his pulse.
"He's dead," Davidson said bluntly. "I want everyone involved on this case."
Not a good way to start the day after the 2 billion citizen census... he thought.
The door opened, where he could see a figure in the doorway. "Sir, sorry to wake you but Admiral Gilliespie has been murdered."
Ackvick bolted into a sitting position. "Are you bullshitting me?" Ackvick said in shock. He only talked to the man yesterday.
"Afraid not, sir. Your orders?"
Ackvick got up, as Amy Ackvick got up herself, trying to find out what was going on. "Get our best investigative team on board. We need to have this dealt with, now."
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Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt
Jack Davidson muttered as he moved his arm around randomly on the desk next to his head.
"Now what...? he muttered as he got a hold of his pager. He looked at it through squinting eyes, trying to read without much backlight.
"Don't those bastards ever sleep?" Davidson said as he sat up. He looked behind him. He saw his fiancee Jane Gordon sleeping behind him. She was beautiful, and she always made him smile whenever she was around.
He got up from his bed, and walked half asleep to the kitchen to get coffee. He found only a cup left, from the day before. He saw the time on the clock built into the coffee maker.
3:02
He muttered. It reminded him of the fact that Francisco-Angelas never slept. He picked up the phone to the police station. "What do we have?"
"We have a high-piority murder. Admiral Gillespie has been shot and killed."
Davidson's face turned to shock. "Admiral Gillespie?" He went silent for a moment. "Who....no, how did he let himself die?" he asked.
"A sniper shot him. Fortunately, the sniper got spooked. We think we have him. The police are currently tracking him down."
"Alright, I'll be in the station as soon as I have my proper clothes on," Davidson said. He hung up the phone, and turned around. He saw Jane standing there next to the corner. "Things never stop, do they?" she asked, matter-of-facty. He nodded. "High profile case. Admiral Gillespie was murdered."
She looked surprised. "Really? I better go in too," she said.
"Nah, you need your sleep," he said, smiling. He walked up to him, hugged her and gave her a light kiss. "See you later in the morning," he said to her.
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Davidson watched the TV in anticipation, while listening to the police scanner.
He saw a blue car driving down the S-302 at around 180 kilometers an hour. However, that speed could easily be topped by the Messian patrol cars. He could see a spike strip layed out on the road in front of the car. The sniper’s car with no time to react drives over it with three out of four tires. It quickly spun sideways out of control, and slammed into the barrier. It then spun in a slow circle as it came to a stop. Then he saw the officers pull out their sidearm, and surrounded the car. Then he saw them quickly dive into the car, and pulled the man from the car.
"They got him," one of the junior officers beside him said. Davidson turned around and walked towards his office. As he walked away, he spoke; "I'll be in my office. Let me know when the suspect arrives."
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"Sir..."
Davidson turns around to see one of his officers behind him. "Go." He typically said that when someone asked him something. Force of habit.
"Sir, the suspect has no identifications whatsoever. No ID, no prints in the database, no retinal records. He doesn't even have prints on his fingers for that matter," she said.
Davidson nodded. "Definitely odd." he said, looking towards the suspect inside the interrogation room. "I have a hunch that this man is an assasin. It's the only way I can explain it. If that's the case, then I think something big is going on."
Davidson walked to the room, swipped his card into the doorlock, and opened the door. He could see the cool demeanor of the suspect looking at the interrogator. Davidson walked up to the table, and put his hands down onto the table, and looked square into the eye of the prisoner. "Who the hell are you?" Davidson said.
The prisoner looked at him. "I'll never tell you. And for your information, if you investigate this, you will probably be assasinated too."
Davidson looked to the other interrogator, then looked back at him. "So you are admitting this?"
The prisoner smiled. "You are so clueless. You know nothing you moron." Davidson's face turned to anger.
"You don't know who I am yet, and you never will. But I'm not the only one." The killer then grabbed a hold of his pinky, and snapped it. Davidson looked at him funny, then in shock, as the killer's eyes rolled back, and he fell onto the floor. Davidson scrambled to check on him. The killer laid there, not moving. Davidson checked his pulse.
"He's dead," Davidson said bluntly. "I want everyone involved on this case."
Not a good way to start the day after the 2 billion citizen census... he thought.