Derscon
16-08-2006, 05:44
"Go, go, go!” The SS Shock Troopers kicked down the door to the small house in a rural town and swarmed the building, coming in from both the back and the front door. The house across the street was currently vacant, so a sniper team was set up in order to provide cover from the outside, while fire support teams were located in the back yard of the target home.
“This is Bravo Team. Ground floor secured.”
“Roger that, Bravo, Alpha’s going upstairs.” The squad leader led Alpha Team up the stairway and kicked down the door to the master bedroom. The people in the bed stirred a little bit, but received a rude awakening when they were thrown out of bed and handcuffed.
Meanwhile, a fragment of the team went into a minor bedroom to find another person laying there. He woke up a bit faster, but was still thrown out of bed and handcuffed. Once the top floor was secured, they took the arrested down the stairs and loaded them into the back of one of the converted APCs, slamming the door shut and locking it from the outside.
“Squad Six, this is Charlie. You may want to come and look at this.” The Squad leader was curious as to the message, so he walked back inside the house, going down into the damp cellar to see what was so interesting.
“Sir, check this out.” The Squad leader came up to what the Charlie Team leader was so excited about – just a wine cellar – when he saw what he was looking at.
“Is that a bottle of Chateau de Rothschild?” The Squad leader bent down to inspect it closer and grunted. “Damn. That stuff is worth a few million a bottle.”
“Yeah, I know.” The Charlie Team leader went to pick it up, but Squad Six smacked his hand. “It may be evidence, who knows? Don’t dirty it.” He clicked on his SCD. “Delta, are you camped out?”
“Yes sir. We can stay here as long as we need.”
“Good. Keep this place locked down until the Forensic folks get here. We don’t want any mischievous folks ruining this case.”
“Aye, will do, sir.”
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The three prisoners – one forty-three year old woman, a forty year old man, and a twenty-nine year old man – were each detained in separate interrogation cells in the basement of the local SS station. It was technically the SS’s jurisdiction, due to the crimes that were committed. Each had an interrogator for the person.
The Major responsible for the SS in this town was checking in on the prisoners, as this case was of “high importance,” according to command – that meant someone important cared about this case. He checked in on the forty-three year old first, going into the room that let you see into the interrogation room and hear what went on.
“Why were you letting him in your house?” The man shrugged.
“The guy was a mess; he looked like he’d been on the road for a few days. I invited him in to our house to get cleaned up and stay.”
“Were you aware that he was being hunted by the police?” The man shook his head.
“No, sir, I was not.” The major clicked off the audio and visual for him and instead flipped to the interrogation chamber for the woman.
“Did you have any idea he was on the run?” The old woman looked shaken.
“No, I didn’t.”
“Why do you have a bottle of Chateau de Rothschild in your wine cellar? That is quite out of your budget.” The old woman looked confused.
“Rothschild? Wine cellar? We don’t have one of those.” The major raised his eyebrow at her comment, continuing to listen.
“That’s a lie,” the interrogator shot back. “We found one in your basement; a wine rack with a Chateau de Rothschild!”
“I swear to you! I never put a wine rack down there! My husband and I don’t even drink!” The interrogator just grunted and walked out the door. He saw the major standing there, and saluted. The major turned to the interrogator.
“What do you make of it?” The Interrogator shrugged.
“She seems like she’s telling the truth, in which case there needs to be some more investigation done.” The Major nodded, and walked down the hall to the third room, the twenty-nine year old.
“Why were you running? ....Why did you hide in that man’s house? ....” It was apparent that the man had no intention of speaking. He just stared into the interrogator’s eyes, unafraid – arrogant, even. Interesting.
The major turned around and started walking back towards his office when a uniformed officer came up to him, saluting. “Sir, this just came in from Crime Lab.” He looked at the data, not really understanding what it all meant. The officer knew this by now, so he explained without being asked. “Sir, the DNA we took from suspect three matches the DNA in the body of the girl. Also, there are some unidentified fibres on her body that we collected.” The major handed back the folder and thought for a moment. “Captain, I want a team back on that scene to do some more thorough investigation. I think we’re missing something.”
“Yes sir.”
“As for now, though, I want a press release stating we found our suspect.”
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DERSCONI NEWS WIRE
Federal authorities have announced multiple arrests for the brutal rape and murder of sixteen year old Danielle Marmont, the daughter of the Field Marshal Auguste Frédéric Marmont. They have not yet identified any of the arrested, but they have said that there is “substantial evidence” against the suspects. They will not comment any further.
As most are aware, the rape and murder became national news almost the instant it was reported, due to the scarcity of murder in Derscon, never-the-less rape. It occurred in a town not too far from the seat of the Grand Imperial Council for the Advancement of the Protestant Faith in Wittenberg, Derscon. The body was found by patrolling militiamen, when they found a house deserted, with the inside damaged.
The Field Marshal has taken an extended leave of absence from the army because of his daughter’s brutal murder.
Even though Danielle was the daughter of a Field Marshal, the Marmont family lived humbly and in tune with their working-class conditions, living in a modest home in rural Derscon. Danielle was a Girl Scout who often volunteered with the Red Cross on various relief trips, and with nursing homes. She was advanced for her age, skipping two grades, being a senior at the Gymnasium two years ahead of time, being elected prom queen by her classmates. She was in the top ten percent of her class, receiving a full scholarship to Moscow State University, where she was to major in public service and philosophy, before meeting her violent death at the hands of a sadistic rapist.
We will bring you updates as we receive them.
“This is Bravo Team. Ground floor secured.”
“Roger that, Bravo, Alpha’s going upstairs.” The squad leader led Alpha Team up the stairway and kicked down the door to the master bedroom. The people in the bed stirred a little bit, but received a rude awakening when they were thrown out of bed and handcuffed.
Meanwhile, a fragment of the team went into a minor bedroom to find another person laying there. He woke up a bit faster, but was still thrown out of bed and handcuffed. Once the top floor was secured, they took the arrested down the stairs and loaded them into the back of one of the converted APCs, slamming the door shut and locking it from the outside.
“Squad Six, this is Charlie. You may want to come and look at this.” The Squad leader was curious as to the message, so he walked back inside the house, going down into the damp cellar to see what was so interesting.
“Sir, check this out.” The Squad leader came up to what the Charlie Team leader was so excited about – just a wine cellar – when he saw what he was looking at.
“Is that a bottle of Chateau de Rothschild?” The Squad leader bent down to inspect it closer and grunted. “Damn. That stuff is worth a few million a bottle.”
“Yeah, I know.” The Charlie Team leader went to pick it up, but Squad Six smacked his hand. “It may be evidence, who knows? Don’t dirty it.” He clicked on his SCD. “Delta, are you camped out?”
“Yes sir. We can stay here as long as we need.”
“Good. Keep this place locked down until the Forensic folks get here. We don’t want any mischievous folks ruining this case.”
“Aye, will do, sir.”
______________________________________________________________________________
The three prisoners – one forty-three year old woman, a forty year old man, and a twenty-nine year old man – were each detained in separate interrogation cells in the basement of the local SS station. It was technically the SS’s jurisdiction, due to the crimes that were committed. Each had an interrogator for the person.
The Major responsible for the SS in this town was checking in on the prisoners, as this case was of “high importance,” according to command – that meant someone important cared about this case. He checked in on the forty-three year old first, going into the room that let you see into the interrogation room and hear what went on.
“Why were you letting him in your house?” The man shrugged.
“The guy was a mess; he looked like he’d been on the road for a few days. I invited him in to our house to get cleaned up and stay.”
“Were you aware that he was being hunted by the police?” The man shook his head.
“No, sir, I was not.” The major clicked off the audio and visual for him and instead flipped to the interrogation chamber for the woman.
“Did you have any idea he was on the run?” The old woman looked shaken.
“No, I didn’t.”
“Why do you have a bottle of Chateau de Rothschild in your wine cellar? That is quite out of your budget.” The old woman looked confused.
“Rothschild? Wine cellar? We don’t have one of those.” The major raised his eyebrow at her comment, continuing to listen.
“That’s a lie,” the interrogator shot back. “We found one in your basement; a wine rack with a Chateau de Rothschild!”
“I swear to you! I never put a wine rack down there! My husband and I don’t even drink!” The interrogator just grunted and walked out the door. He saw the major standing there, and saluted. The major turned to the interrogator.
“What do you make of it?” The Interrogator shrugged.
“She seems like she’s telling the truth, in which case there needs to be some more investigation done.” The Major nodded, and walked down the hall to the third room, the twenty-nine year old.
“Why were you running? ....Why did you hide in that man’s house? ....” It was apparent that the man had no intention of speaking. He just stared into the interrogator’s eyes, unafraid – arrogant, even. Interesting.
The major turned around and started walking back towards his office when a uniformed officer came up to him, saluting. “Sir, this just came in from Crime Lab.” He looked at the data, not really understanding what it all meant. The officer knew this by now, so he explained without being asked. “Sir, the DNA we took from suspect three matches the DNA in the body of the girl. Also, there are some unidentified fibres on her body that we collected.” The major handed back the folder and thought for a moment. “Captain, I want a team back on that scene to do some more thorough investigation. I think we’re missing something.”
“Yes sir.”
“As for now, though, I want a press release stating we found our suspect.”
______________________________________________________________________________
DERSCONI NEWS WIRE
Federal authorities have announced multiple arrests for the brutal rape and murder of sixteen year old Danielle Marmont, the daughter of the Field Marshal Auguste Frédéric Marmont. They have not yet identified any of the arrested, but they have said that there is “substantial evidence” against the suspects. They will not comment any further.
As most are aware, the rape and murder became national news almost the instant it was reported, due to the scarcity of murder in Derscon, never-the-less rape. It occurred in a town not too far from the seat of the Grand Imperial Council for the Advancement of the Protestant Faith in Wittenberg, Derscon. The body was found by patrolling militiamen, when they found a house deserted, with the inside damaged.
The Field Marshal has taken an extended leave of absence from the army because of his daughter’s brutal murder.
Even though Danielle was the daughter of a Field Marshal, the Marmont family lived humbly and in tune with their working-class conditions, living in a modest home in rural Derscon. Danielle was a Girl Scout who often volunteered with the Red Cross on various relief trips, and with nursing homes. She was advanced for her age, skipping two grades, being a senior at the Gymnasium two years ahead of time, being elected prom queen by her classmates. She was in the top ten percent of her class, receiving a full scholarship to Moscow State University, where she was to major in public service and philosophy, before meeting her violent death at the hands of a sadistic rapist.
We will bring you updates as we receive them.