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David Gilmore was sitting in his office going over one last time the details of his new recruits, they had all been required to under go mandatory gun handling course, taught to shoot and the details of the Bazalonian Federal Police's(BFP) policy on firing in the course of duty i.e. Only when someone draws a gun on you when or someone else is in immediate danger.

They had all been initiated with their guns and badges identifying them as belonging to the BFP, and more specifically The Department. They had been issued with the law enforcement standard Glock 18 Pistol. All of them had mobile phones (OOC: As Cell phones are known in Bazalonia for American Viewers).

David himself was an average man with short brown hair, meticiously shaven, and an aire around him that he knew what he was doing. He was in a suit and tie and out on the street you wouldn't look twice at him. Having received a call that they were were on the way up he finished what he was doing and stood in the door-way of his glass walled room (though it did have blinds should privacy be required).

He stood there and waited for the first to enter the door opposite him which eventually lead out to the wide world.

OOC:

OOC Thread (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=562839)

Mark Gizmo was a computer wiz. He had grown up working on computers and at the age of 8 had built his own that was better than the one his parents had bought. He took apart a few of the older computers they had lying around and used their parts to make a faster and more powerfull system. Not too many years later, he was enrolled in a school for the computer gifted. It was a year round school and almost college like in that he had to live on campus to go there. While he was there, he recieved awful news. His parent's home had been broken into and his father had been killed trying to protect his mother and his mother had been hospitalized and had been there ever since since her motor functions in her brain had been damaged by the crook when he knocked her unconcious. Ever since, he has been determined to do what he could to help stop other criminals from doing the same to innocent people so when he was offered the position at the Bazalonia police force, he jumped at it.

He walked into the department head's office and saw him standing there. "Ah! You must be Mr. Gilmore. My personal recruiter." He said with a laugh as he walked foward. "Pleasure to meet you sir." He said as he stuck out his hand.

Dominic Benson (http://www.aolcdn.com/aolr/hookup-prince-william-400a041907.jpg) was always gifted in the way of the human mind. Even in elementary school, he would be the mediator in schoolyard debates. Mainly, who took the last chocolate cupcake. By middle school, he was already performing little experiments, trying to figure out the origin of drama. Another odd quirk of his, was that he was oddly proportioned, and ran like a goose. Still, he ran faster than anyone in school. By high school, Dominic was a track star, and was majoring in psychology and minoring in law. By his junior year, Dominic was transferred to an elite school in Bazalonia, part of a student exchange program.

He decided to work towards getting into the elite crime unit "The Department". He studied insanely hard, and took extra classes, coming to a Senior GPA of 4.6, best in the school. He was given a full-ride scholarship to BU (Bazalonia University) and got a Masters in psychology, and after a total of 9 years in college, a Doctorate in Law. With that, he decided to pursue his dream of joining The Department.

He was now regularly proportioned, but he could still run with the best of them. He had sandy blonde hair, and was relatively handsome. He walked down the hallway, following the directions given, to department head David Gilmore's office.

Today was his first day, and he could barely keep the jump out of his step

Andrea Kirkpatrick (http://cdn-channels.netscape.com/gallery/i/g/garbiras/lg1.jpg) walked into the room after Dominic, although she was a few minutes behind. Her dark greenish dress skirt flowed just below her knees, as she walked, both with style and confidence. Her white, button-down blouse was not tucked in, and she left the top three buttons undone to add to her air of confidence - not her sex appeal. The sleeves of her blouse were rolled up, just below her elbow. She wore dark, slightly heeled shoes, which she hated. Being part of this new unit, she almost went to bed praying the dress code would be more lax, but it wasn't something she really expected.

Andrea had grown up in a prominent, white neighborhood, and had never really had to fight too hard or beg too much for whatever she needed or wanted. Her father was a well known politician in Bazalonia, so even though she never really got to see him, she was taken care of. However, when she was with him, the cameras were always around, and she never lost the feeling of what it was like - it being the media. She attended a prestigious, private college in Bazalonia, earning a double major Bachelor's degree in Journalism and Political Science, and even minored in Criminal Justice. She had spent three years out of school, searching for a job in a well known publicity firm or newscasting station, but nothing was opening up for her. Finally, after nearly four years of waiting, she received an almost random call from The Department, the fabled division of the Bazalonian Federal Police system. To be the Media Liason for such an organization? It was to die for, as far as Andrea could tell. She jumped on the opportunity.

And here she was. She smiled brightly, and extended her hand toward Mr. Gilmore.

"Call me, David" He said as he stretched out his hand and shook Mark's hand "Thanks for coming."

"I'll show you around the technical capabilities soon, just as everyone else get's here we'll start with the induction."

Taking another step forward, he turned around and closed the door to his office before going into the main 'bull-pen' of the office you might say. He sat on the first desk as he waited for the rest to join, he didn't have to wait long before Dominic entered soon followed by Andrea.

"Dominic, Good to see you. And Andrea, Welcome to the Department, both of you find a seat and we'll get started when everyone's here."

OOC: For now just post your entry and have David welcome, and then I'll move on.

Robert Dunn (http://img.skitch.com/20080815-rtas6adwfc2hgd34bgq6xx7e1u.png) ran up the stairs to Mr. Gilmore's office, his gun digging into his shoulder as he moved his arms. He hadn't been able to find his badge until he remembered he'd slipped it into the pocket of his blazer the night before and by the time he left, he only had ten minutes to get to the BFP building almost half an hour away.

Robert had been in the army, working in military intelligence, before joining the federal police. Throughout his career, he'd learned not to trust people and chose to work with a small, select group of people. When he was offered a job in the Department, it seemed like a perfect fit.

When he reached the director's officer, he knocked on the slightly ajar door then walked in. He said only "Army Sergeant Robert Dunn, field agent" before taking a seat.

There was only a slight nod as the Ex-military officer took his seat.

"The others will just have to catch up when they get here, but the rules are fairly simple, 1 We're a team, we are here to a job and do it together, 2, No one is to have their department issued weapons on any other setting than Semi-auto and 3 be yourself but remember whatever will do will not only affect you it will also affect the case and everyone here."

He paused for a moment to let the 3 main rules sink in before continuing on...

"Find a desk, that will be yours as long as you work here, I'll go and see where the others are... Welcome lady and gentlemen, to the Department."

And with that he rose and made his way to his office to make some calls.

Robert took off his blazer and laid it across the back of an officer chair in the second row of desks. Without his jacket, the shoulder holster holding his department-issue Glock was clearly visible.

Having claimed his desk, Robert picked up his attaché case which was both strangely heavy and oddly bulky. He tucked the case under his arm and, as an afterthought, pulled his badge from his jacket pocket and placed it into his breast pocket. He then left the room, heading to the team leader's office.

He looked through the office window and seeing that his boss was on the phone, Robert knocked quietly on the door twice and waited to be called in.

Dominic picked a desk in the back row, he wasn't the most social person in the world. Besides, these two seemed like real hardasses. He put up his favorite poster (http://terahertz.files.wordpress.com/2007/11/atheism-motivation.jpg). Next, he pulled his gun out of the holster, made sure the safety was on, and set it on the desk. He never had liked guns. They scared him. He hoped he wouldn't have to use one.

He set his briefcase down, and sat in the chair. The computer was top-notch, and fast too. He'd have a good time here. He did wonder, though, where everyone else was.

Andrea took a desk in the corner, next to a window which peered down onto the busy city street below. She liked people. She liked watching them and listening to them and being with them. She stood for a moment, watching the people on the streets below, until she pulled the chair from her desk and sat down. It was a bland, wood desk, which was utterly horrifying to look at. Unlike the others, her holster was strapped to her thigh, hidden by her skirt. She undid the strap and layed the holster, pistol still inside, on her desk.

Sighing, she turned the computer on, wondering what the schedule was going to call for. She glanced at her weapon again, and for a moment, wondered why exactly a media liason needed a weapon in the first place. It was of no matter to her, though. She looked around, and noticed that absolutely nothing was going on. The military guy was at the door of Mr. Gilmore, and Dominic, who was as cute as a prince, sat off in another corner, keeping to himself.

Hmph she said in her mind. She pulled up the internet on her computer and promptly began to check her e-mail.

A furious stampede of running footsteps sounded down the hall outside the offices fo the Department. The footfalls went past the before slowing to a skidding halt. There was a four or five second pause between the running and when a fulstered man walked into the room, trying to hide his distress. He was short, perhaps five feet or so. He was skinny, lean even.

He looked around quickly, hiking a computer bag up on his shoulder. His brown eyes blinked at everyone from behind thin glasses. He moved a hand up to push a lock of his shaggy, dark brown behind an ear. "Oh gawd, I'm late...aren't I?" He said to none in particular.

Agent Trace Fairbanks trudged towards what looked like the most important office off of the main bullpen. He had to fight a blush of embarrassment that warmed his cheeks as he made with way to the office that proclaimed itself as that of David Gilmore.

This was exactly the first day he'd been fearing when he woke up this morning, for heaven's sakes he'd been fearing this all week. Gawd, oh gawd...and Dean Stevens had given him such a recommendation. Trace had gotten his Masters in Criminal Psychology and held a minor in Criminal Anthropology, which was Dean Stevens's pet field of obscurity.

Upon graduation, he'd disappointed Stevens by not pursuing his doctorate, but Trace had wanted to get out into world, do something. And this was how his first day was starting out.

He tentatively knocked on the open door of Agent Gilmore before leaning his head around. He hoped, really hoped he wasn't interrupting anything.

Robert glared as the shorter agent opened the officer door. He clapped his hand onto the man's shoulder.

"Excuse me," Agent Dunn said, trying to appear menacing, which isn't hard when you're about a foot taller than the person your talking to and wearing a shoulder holster, "but there's a queue. You'll have to apologize for being late after I'm done with my business." Softening slightly, Robert extended his hand, "Field Agent Robert Dunn, previously of the Bazalonian Army."

Jake Morris was a fairly smart guy who had always been playing below his potential. He never takes crap and combines law and order with his own twisted brand of vigilante justice. He's had a few run-ins with the law, but his agent status seems to keep him out of trouble.

Upon entering the building, he takes out a loaded QBZ-95 and a sawed off shotgun. He comes in with guns aimed at the guards who stood petrified and shocked.

"Hah! I had you guys there!" Morris said upon his grand entrance.

Upon entering the building, he takes out a loaded QBZ-95 and a sawed off shotgun. He comes in with guns aimed at the guards who stood petrified and shocked.

OOC: *prays field agents don't have to work together much*

Jake wore a black suit. He had served in a few wars in his younger days which had left him bitter and with a painful limp that has forced him to carry around a cane wherever he went. Filing for unemployment and disability embittered him even further. He has always had a distasteful hatred of bureacracy. He usually spends half his time taking down bad guys and the other half taking down red tape.

OOC: He's pretty much like Dr. House.

Andrea looked up the new agent burst into the room with his two weapons aimed throught the room. The scene frightened her beyond anything she'd imagined, and promptly pulled the Glock from her holster as she took a knee, sliding her seat away from the desk. The agent laughed and announced the scene as a giant joke, thereby sending Andrea into a frantic, distraught rage.

With her gun in her right hand and a "pissed off white chick" look on her face, she swiftly walked upon the agent, Morris as his badge signified, and gave him the best shove she could muster.

"You fucking asshole!" she yelled at the top of her lungs.

It was going to be a long first day.

Mark may have been small, but he was quick. Upon the entrance of the gun-wielding agent, he pulled his small Colt M1911 and had his chair turned over to use as a shield. He may not be the best shot with the weapon, but he atleast knows which end is the business end. Not to mention that it was kind of hard to miss at such short range. Upon the anoucement that it was a joke, he calmly flicked the agent off, holstered his weapon, and sat back down in his chair.

Hearing the commotion and seeing a bit of it through the doorway, Robert stormed back into the officer, his dark skin red with anger and his hand on his shoulder holster. He dropped his attaché case on the nearest desk and rummaged through the desk's drawers for several moments before producing a set of handcuffs. He approached Jake, his jaw set.

"I don't know what you're playing at, but you should be ashamed of yourself. You're a blasted federal officer in the most elite unit in the nation and you come in her on the first day pointing guns at your colleagues. Now I don't care if we're a team or bloody joined at the hip, you're under arrest for threatening a federal agent with a deadly weapon (OOC: I hope that's crime in Bazalonia). Your toys don't look strictly legal either, so if you'd kindly give me your hands." Robert unlocked the cuffs, ready to accept his coworker's wrists.

It appeared Dominic was right– he'd stumbled into a nest of real hardasses.

Mark looked up at the officer attempting to arrest the gun wielding maniac. "Now I don't think there's reason for that. We need him here, not in jail, or he wouldn't be here at all. I'm sure he was just messing around. If he's smart, he won't do it again. Or his life will be pretty much ruined." Mark said, thinking of all the ways he could hack into the agent's online files and screw with his life.

Robert was livid, and turned towards the information officer. "I think we're past 'if he's smart', that goes out the window when someone bursts into police headquarters with two high-powered weapons." Robert turned back to Jake. "Our little friend here is right though, I'd hate for there to be any bad blood between us." Giving a brief, false smile, Robert closed the handcuffs and tossed them back into the desk drawer. "And buddy, count yourself lucky I wasn't in here when you pulled that harebrained stunt. Your face wouldn't look so pretty with some 9mm holes in it." Robert gave Jake a couple of patronizing pats on the cheek then picked up his case and left the room.

After backing off and watching the macho, "I've got more testosterone than you" manfest, Andrea reapproached Jake. She stood in front of him, and before she knew what she was doing swung her hand in order to slap the man across the face.

Helluva way to start the first day on the job... she thought...

Mark hated being called "little". Just because he wasn't a muscle bound idiot people thought he was not as manly. But he had discovered that the true way to rule is through brains. Muscles were used only when brains were unable to cope with the situation. Or when the brains needed someone to do their dirty work for them. So he just shrugged it off and let the two "tough guys" duke it out, or in the case of one incredible agressive female, tough guy and tough girl.

David put the phone down, and exited his office very annoyed.

"No one brings a weapon into the office without checking it with me first." He looked dead squarely in Jake's eyes, "Hand it over." ready to reach out and take the weapon. The look was steady and constant almost as the look pierced through his eyes and right into his brain.

"Joking around with weapons is one thing, but this is a government agency, and you all are now government agents. I might be lax in some areas but if you do shit like that again, you're out of here. Got that?"

Mark busted out laughing. "HAHAH! Tough guy got in trouble with the boss on the first day! Way to go man!" He just couldn't stop laughing because it was so funny to him. This seemed to always happen to the muscle heads.

Standing behind David, Robert couldn't help but smirk as Jake got told off again.

"Speaking of bringing weapons, I have the ballistics data and registration for my backup handgun right here." Robert reached into his attaché and brought out a stack of papers. He reached in again and produced a Glock 27 and its magazine which he placed on an empty desk.

Andrea returned to her seat, annoyed with basically everyone in the room. There was the guy who couldn't get out of the military mindset, the dorky little computer geek, the guy who arrived late and was too worked up about it, and of course, the pompous idiot who stormed the room with his weapons. The only one who hadn't bothered her yet had been Dominic, but she was sure his time was coming.

Of course, she was positive she'd been just as annoying as the others were to her, but she was working on it. These were not her friends from high school.

Mark looks over at Andrea and smiles to himself. She thinks shes better than the rest of us. And maybe she is in most things, but the one thing i got on her are brains. I may be smart, but that dosn't mean i'm a complete dork like she probably thinks i am. I do have life outside of computers sometimes. Outloud he says "allright, when is this party going to start going?"

Andrea looked up, catching Mark looking at her and smiling.

Creepy... she thought to herself as Mark posed his well-needed question.

Trace detached himself from the wall outside Gilmore's office. His tardiness had long ceased being a worry. In relative terms, being late was quite low on the number line of ways to screw up a first day. Flashing a sawed-off shotgun on the uniformed officers at the door was a greater, more concentrated means of screwing up.

His new worry, however, was the man who'd wielded the offending shotgun. He couldn't begin to understand how a man of that sort of fragile pysche could have made it to this level of law enforcement. He matched some of the symptoms and indicators for antisocial personality disorder. He was unstable, and sadistic for taking joy in the fright and terror he'd given others with his irrational actions.

In hindsight, this maniac was extremely lucky that the officer down stairs hadn't just shot him down when he gave a tell-tale high elbow to draw that monster. But his luck seemed to extend further as Agent Gilmore's reaction to that was like a teacher taking up a peashooter and admonishing a child for disrupting class.

That just made Trace uneasy about accepting this job. He'd had different ideas about this position that it was turning out to be. He edged away from Gilmore's office to claimed a desk in the exact middle of the room.

Dominic noted the guy entering, flustered. He made the obvious mistake of running right in front of Robert, who seemed like he had a zero tolerance for messing around. They had a brief exchange, albeit somewhat impolite, and the new guy, who seemed quite near out of his mind, shook hands with Robert. That ended that, and then the next person came in, pointing his guns at the guards, and scaring him shitless.

He watched the scene unfold, and saw Andrea power walk up to the guy, shove him, and scream. Then, this small guy, Mark, use his chair as a makeshift shield, and point his gun at the agent. The agent announced to the world that it was just a joke, and that prompted the bird from Mark. Then, Robert came running down, and he yelled at him, bringing out cuffs. Then Mark and Robert had a heated discussion, most likely about what to do with the guy. Then Andrea slapped him, and the two argued some more.

My god. This is a great clusterfuck for the first day Dominic sighed. And we just met!

Finally, Mr. Gilmore came out of his office, looking more than a little annoyed and frustrated. And with good reason, because this all degenerated quick. He said something and put out his hand to take the idiot's weapons. Then, ol' Robert took the moment to announce that he had his gun and the ballistics report, and put them on a desk. Andrea sat down, looking equally as annoyed as Mr. Gilmore. Then her and Mark start staring at each other.

He then pulled up his e-mail and checked it out, keeping one eye on this new guy, and everyone else.

"So, that was a great trainer for gun-toting maniacs on the job wasn't it?" He announced, trying to lighten everybody up.

Mark looked over at Dominic. "I would prefer if we could get to the point. Why are we all here? I do have better things to do than sit here and watch some dumbass threaten to shoot us all to hell." he said with a trace of annoyance. He was tired of just waiting. He was ready to do something.

Well that didn't work Dominic thought solemnly.

"Ok. I'll talk to you at a different time of the month."

Dominic returned to his computer screen.

"Very funny man. Real cute." Mark said. "Listen, I may be acting mean or whatever, but i'm just waiting to find out what we are all here for. I'm not the kind of person who likes to just sit around doing nothing all day."

"Well, my friend. It is the very first day. Perhaps your expectations are too high.

Morris slipped into the building. He was slapping ass and complimenting women.

Andrea kept to herself in her corner, peering out the window on the people wandering the streets below. She loved people, but she was beginning to wonder what she had gotten herself into with these people.

She turned around and listened as the men in the room spoke. It was kind of awkward being the only girl in the unit (unless there was another one that was extremely late). As the conversation went on, Andrea decided she needed a breath of fresher air, and slowly stepped out of the room and approached a drink machine she had noticed on her way in.

Morris saw Andrea. He restrained himself somewhat. He needed to look good to her.

"Hey... How's it going?" he asked flashing a devious smile.

Andrea passed Morris on the way out of the room.

"Fine," she said, continuing to walk.

Leaving the papers and gun for the boss to look over, Robert returned to his desk. So far, it seemed the first day was a bust, the other members of the unit all seemed out of their mind and the so-called "field" was nowhere in sight.

Bored, curious and interested to see if the Department got better intel than the rest of the Federal Police, Robert decided to run a background check on that gun-toting maniac that had somehow gotten himself a police job.

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David Wu had been standing by a back wall this whole time, watching what the others were doing. He had ducked when the idiot with the drawn guns came rampaging, but things seemed to have settled down somewhat after that. Having been a profiler for the Bazalonian equivalent of the Naval Judge Advocate General (JAG); his first instinct had been to keep an eye on everyone, and begin making mental profiles on his co-workers.

Clearly, they were all going to be a handful; and he was already wondering if all of these differing personalities would be able to work together as a team. David finally picked out his desk, and read up on the profiles of his co-workers, taking note that not one of them seemed to have taken note of his presence yet.

David had sent the offender off, the response was not what he liked and there was enough tension already, luckily, he had a backup coming in anyway. He was just shaking his head at it all.

"Good."

David gave glance over the reports, ensuring that everything that was needed was there and confirmed the gun-type and ammunition, everything was in order. "Thanks," he took his time filing the reports away and added a few notations to Robert's computer-ised files. While he was doing that the phone rung, talking to who ever it was on the phone, he continued to put away the reports, it wasn't long until both were finished.

As to what Robert found on his basic check, not knowing much information about this guys name other than his first, there wasn't anything that he could find.

Wh

Robert thanked the boss and reclaimed his secondary Glock, loading it and placing it into an ankle holster.

As he turned back to his desk, he also noticed, for the first time, a gangly Asian that didn't look long out of college. Being the only one who hadn't said or done anything stupid yet, Robert decided maybe he was the smart one.

(OOC: Jake's badge also gives his last name– Morris. So Robert knows his full name. Now what does the search bring up?)

"You're late." Was the only comment that we made.

"Now normally, I'd at least want everyone to know each other better but, we've already got a call and are needed at a small town about 50kms from Yula City. Go, Home and pack about 4 days worth of clothing and meet me at the Charter Terminal of the Airport. You have an hour, when you work here always keep a bag packed, you never know when we'll need to go. I'll see you there."

There was a bag in his office, he picked that up and started leaving.

Wasting no time, Robert grabbed his jacket and bolted from the officer, heading to the carpark. He unlocked his Royale, a flashy Zinairian import, and raced home with the speed limit a secondary concern.

Once he got home, he threw four suits into a garment bag and packed some necessities in a medium-sized leather duffel bag. Double-checking that he had extra magazines and cleaning supplies for his two handguns, he kissed his wife and kids goodbye then got back into his SUV to make the mad dash to the airport.

After breaking another full book of traffic laws, he arrived at the charter terminal just in time and was granted a moment's rest as he waited for the others to arrive.

David got into his Henrick Cobalt 4A (a Lamonian version of the Chevy Cobalt 4-door), and made his way to his apartment in one of the skyscrapers of their 'home' city. Quickly stuffing what was needed into his old navy duffel bag, he also decided to add some surplus field rations as well; because you never knew what might happen. His bag packed, he went back down the elevator, and took off for the airport.

He arrived at the Charter Terminal, and noted that the only other one there that he could see at present was Robert. He had recalled the man's name from hearing it spoken earlier back in the unit's workroom. Catching Robert's eye, David sat down near Robert with his bag, and waited for the others.

"So Robert, what do you think of our group so far?"

Mark grinned. Now we were doing something. He got up and and raced to his Dodge Viper (being a computer genius does have its perks) and squeeled his tires as he raced home. He packed all that he needed and brought his laptop the he designed himself and could outclass almost any other system on the market. It was basically a miniature Super Computer in the size of a laptop. It had cost him a fortune to get all the parts he needed, but he had done it eventually and he now had a patent on it as well.

He climbed back into his car and raced to the Charter Terminal. Determined to be nicer now that he wasn't as cranky, he climbed out of his car, grabbed his bags, and walked up to the only two other people from the group there, David and Robert.

"Hey guys. Hows it going?" He asked, trying to be friendly

"Well, I personally haven't been here for more than about ten minutes, Mark. Robert was here before I was, and as you can see, we are still waiting for the others. So, what did you do before you joined the Department, Mark?"

David figured that they would have time to mix here, especially since the others had yet to arrive.

Robert sat quietly as the two younger men exchanged small-talk. As he listened, he decided that Mark wasn't nearly as obnoxious as most of the others, even if he was some kind of freaky genius. Making the decision to let his guard down for at least a moment, Robert dropped his stoic expression and allowed himself muscle movement in his face– a luxury in which he seldom indulged.

"Before the Department? I was the single most high ranked computer geek in a private security group." Mark said with a laugh. "I designed many of the programs that run their machines and helped with the rest. I don't want to sound like i'm bragging, but that's what I did. And as you can probably tell, it payed pretty damn well. But that wasn't what I'd wanted to do. I wanted to get even with the crooks of the world. Enough about me. What about you two? What did you guys do before the Department?"

"I was a profiler for the Bazalonian Naval JAG corps. When my tour of duty has just ended, and I joined the Department. Given my prior job, it was only natural that I would become a profiler for the Department as well. Instead of naval officers and enlisted men, i'll now be profiling mostly civilians."

"Interesting. What exactly does a profiler do? They the guys that take the Mug shots at the police stations?" Mark says with a laugh. "Please turn and show your profile to the camera" He says, mimiking a voice coming over a speaker.

David grinned, though he found the joke to be less than amusing. "Actually, what a profiler does is to use their knowledge of Psychology to make a profile of the type of person that has committed a particular crime. If you have a profiler that really knows what they are doing, then you can have amazingly accurate profiles. These profiles can then give the investigators vital clues to go on during their investigations."

"Ah. So basically you figure out what makes a crook do what he does. That way you can figure out where he is most likely to strike again. Very useful. A computer could probably do something similar but I doubt it could match human intuition unless someone put a whole, whole lot of time into it." Mark said, falling into his old habit of immediatly thinking of how he could make a program that would do something similar.

"Much time would be needed for something like that, Mark. There have been attempts to replace human profilers with computer programs that depended upon probability, but they normally did not work all that well. There was also the problem that the computer programs couldn't evolve past their programming with new knowledge and experience.

Though, there are issues of what might happen if a computer program could evolve, but we won't get into that for now."

Mark grinned. "That was exatly what I was thinking. The program would have to be nearly artifically intelligent and that is just slightly out of our league. Even out of my league. I might be able to get a basic program done by the end of my lifetime, but probably not before then if at all." He said with a chuckle.

David smiled. "I think that you will fit in here quite well, Mark. Especially as the entire team seems to have quite a few quirks, like the person that decided that it was somehow a good idea to wave his gun around. Speaking of which, where IS the rest of the team?"

"I'm not entirely sure. Maybe they decided to take a nap after going home or something. For all we know, maybe the manica decided to shoot em all before they left. That'll be annoying." Mark said.

"Yes, that would be annoying. Hopefully, they will show up soon, or our new Department won't even get off of the ground."

Having packed all the essentials, Dominic hopped back into his idling Peugeot 208. He whipped the tiny car around in the parking lot, and stopped momentarily to check his watch. 5:34, and 30 minutes until he was officially late. Dominic was a little compulsory. He was never late.

He slammed on the gas, rocketing out of the lot, and turned to his left. This street was mostly empty, so he figured he'd speed. Going about 60, Dominic saw a large traffic jam up ahead.

Of all the times not to have a siren... he thought. With that, he turned left and took another route.

At 5:55, he was there, travel bag slung over his shoulder, and everyone was making small talk.

"Well that was fun. Hey Mark, I'm sorry about earlier. I'd like to extend a greeting to everyone, now that it's not all so hectic."

Mark looked over at Dominic. "Its cool man. I was being rather crabby. I just don't like sitting around doing nothing." he said with a smile

"What's your position in The Department again?" Dominic said inquisitively

"I'm offically the Information Specialist, but you can call me the computer geek because that's basically what i am." Mark said with a chuckle

"Waiiitttt...you're the Computer Geek but you don't like doing nothing? I sense oxymoron..." Dominic laughed goodnaturedly

"Oh very funny." Mark said laughing along. "Just because my profession is considered geeky, all assumptions applied to geeks transfers over. To be honest, my job has actually been very busy before. Many times I would go to sleep working on a program and wake up to continue it. Ofcourse, there were also the down times when I got to take a short break, but those usually only lasted a few days at most and I slept most of that time to be ready for the next job. Believe me, i didn't have TIME to do nothing."

"Well, I feel like you won't have time to do nothing here either. Now where is everyone?" Dominic said with a bit of an edge as he checked his watch for the fourth time

Andrea had left the Department a few minutes later than the others, for reasons she wasn't even exactly sure. At times, she could be airheaded, but those moments were far and few between. She walked downstairs and got into her BMW M3 Coupe, a late birthday present from her father last year. She pulled out of the parking garage and drove home casually, reaching her condominium in only seven minutes.

Andrea lived on the twelfth floor, which she didn't mind in the slightest. She had always had a sort of awe of heights, and thoroughly enjoyed flying. She walked into her large condo, and promptly packed one large bag of work clothes, casual clothes, make-up and other necessities. She remembered her laptop bag was down in her car, and thus promptly left the large living space and headed back down to her vehicle. She glanced at her watch as she rolled her large bag behind her: she had 37 minutes to get to the airport, which was plenty of time.

Pulling into the airport parking lot in style, Andrea rolled her windows up and stepped out. She wore her sunglasses in style, and emplored the assistance of a airport worker to aid her in getting her large bag from her car. She smiled and tipped him after the job was complete, and after locking her car, strolled into the terminal, her large bag following along behind her and her laptop bag in her other hand.

She noticed a few of her co-workers sitting on a bench in a corner, and proceded on her way toward them. She removed her sunglasses and hung them from her shirt, where the two sides came buttoned together. She smiled.

"Damn.... she is fine!!!" Morris screamed. Unfortunately, he was arrested for the incident and sentenced to jail for three months and slapped with a 2500 dollar fine.

OOC: Sorry, can't keep up with posts.

OOC: I say give him one more chance to post something RELEVANT and not having to do with girls. I swear, that seems to be all he things about. Sry for the OOC as well but needed to be responded to :D

IC:
Mark looked up as Andrea approached. "Well hello again. Better late than never I guess." He said, clearly making a joke. "Lets see...who else still needs to show up?"

OOC: I say give him one more chance to post something RELEVANT and not having to do with girls. I swear, that seems to be all he things about. Sry for the OOC as well but needed to be responded to :D

IC:
Mark looked up as Andrea approached. "Well hello again. Better late than never I guess." He said, clearly making a joke. "Lets see...who else still needs to show up?"

OOC: Lol... I was bored and couldn't really think of anything as well as keep up with all the posts.

OOC: That is true. There is a long line of people just waiting to join. And honestly, how hard is it to read the thread? Just go through what u havn't read and then your up to speed. It takes maybe 5 mins to read, and maybe 10 to think of a good post.

OOC: That is true. There is a long line of people just waiting to join. And honestly, how hard is it to read the thread? Just go through what u havn't read and then your up to speed. It takes maybe 5 mins to read, and maybe 10 to think of a good post.

OOC: That's kinda hard when you're playing 5 different RP games (like nation states). I'm sorry I signed up.

OOC: So you're out?

OOC: Of course! I gotta go back to school too!

OOC: Ok, back to the RP now please?

Dominic noticed that Andrea was here, not a minute too late. She was carrying a couple bags, and he heard Mark say something about who else needed to show up.

"I think we're missing two. Trace...and the other guy..."

He stood up and went to Andrea. Trying to be polite, he said,

"Can I help you with those bags? We really need to get moving"

Robert cringed as Dominic offered to help Andrea. She had the air of someone that would take any offer of help as a suggestion that women were weak and Robert had a hunch her evidence to the contrary wouldn't be pretty.

It was time to go everyone that was coming was here despite being later than he would of liked, it wasn't like that he didn't expect it. (OOC: Too move along I'm saying everyone is here and is now boarding a private plane)

The plane they were going on was owned by The Department and could seat 22 people comfortably, in a commercial airline you'd expect the plane to have 2 more rows.

2 seats on each side of the aisle with plenty of room for the team to do whatever they need to do inside.

Once in the air and level David got up and started his briefing.

"In the town of Hectorville 50kms up from Yula City on National Route 12, there have been a number of recent murders, we've been called in because they think it might be a serial killer and they have no experience with crimes like this. There are 3 current victims we don't have much on them now, but I'll give you what we do have, they're in these reports." David held up a manila folder.

"We'll be arriving at the Yula National Airport and then driving to our destination. There will be cars waiting for us there. I also have some information about the town for anyone to look over. While we fly, we have approximately another 2 and a half hours of flying until we arrive which will be about midday. We will be hitting the ground running if you have any questions, ask and I will answer them to my best ability."


Name: Janice Reason
Skin Tone: Caucasian
Hair Colour: Brown
Age: 32
Marrital Status: Married
Occupation: Primary School Teacher
Height: 180cm (5' 11")

Cause of Death: Drowned in Salt Water.

Autopsy: Recent needle mark suggests an injection of some sort. Tox screen found no detectable drugs in her system. No defensive wounds suggests she knew or was unaware of her attacker

Last Seen Alive by: Michael Reason (Husband)

Body Found At: Near Picnic grounds, in the woods by a lake



Name: Michelle Henderson
Age: 27
Skin Tone: Caucasian
Hair Colour: Brown
Marrital Status: Defacto Relationship
Occupation: Child Care Worker
Height: 185cm (6' 1")

Cause of Death: Drowned in Salt Water.

Autopsy: Recent needle mark suggests an injection of some sort. Tox screen found no detectable drugs in her system. No defensive wounds suggests she knew or was unaware of her attacker. Bruises around wrists indicate she was bound by rope immediately before being drowned. No Such rope has been found

Last Seen Alive by: Henry Harveston (Defacto Partner)

Body Found At: Camping Ground, on the outskirts of town.


Name: Henrietta Anderson
Skin Tone: Caucasian
Hair Colour: Brown
Age: 87
Marrital Status: Widow - Hasn't remarried
Occupation: Retired Principal
Height: 175cm (5' 9")

Cause of Death: Drowned in Salt Water.

Autopsy: Recent needle mark suggests an injection of some sort. Tox screen found no detectable drugs in her system. No defensive wounds suggests she knew or was unaware of her attacker

Last Seen Alive by: Daniel Anderson (Nephew)

Body Found At: Kitchen of her Unit



Local Council: Hectorville Regional Council
Population in Hectorville: 27,980 at last Census (2 years ago)
Population within Local Council Area: 35,700 at last census)

Main Tourist Attraction: The Big Bazalope

Main Income Source: Agriculture

Crime Rate: Very Low

Notes:

Situated along National Route 12 Hectorville also sees alot of tourist activity as people stop and see the sights. Local police are linked in with the state police network but have limited bandwidth to connect to federal and state databases.

Robert looked over the victim profiles, reading them each twice.

"I'm not a profiler or anything, but the obvious trend is that all these people were involved with children– a teacher, a daycare worker and a principal. However, the ages of the victims indicates that this isn't the act of an angry student– one person simply couldn't have been taught or cared for by all three women. Another possibility is a parent who wants to get even. This, however, fails to take into account Mrs. Anderson who was probably retired before a child could have entered into the care of either of the others. Would it possible to find out when each of these women took their current job (and when Mrs. Anderson retired) as well as the location where they worked? A list of known acquaintances for these women, if possible, seems like it could shed some light.

It's also worth noting that all three women are fairly tall brown-haired caucasians. And, most interestingly, all three have surnames ending in 'son'.

I'm also curious about the drownings themselves, most camp grounds and kitchens don't just have vats of salt water lying around and it's likely that even that lake is freshwater. That's odd enough on its own, but it's extremely puzzling when you add that there were no signs of struggles. Either the mysterious injection was some kind of sedative, or that water was pre-prepared.

Perhaps most important, why salt water at all? Is it a metaphor for the sea? Did any or all of these women own beach houses or boats or spend significant time at the seaside? Could the water be analyzed to determine if it is natural salt water (such as what would be taken from the ocean) or a simple solution of salt and water that can be made by any fool with a salt shaker and a bucket?

Finally, why was only Ms. Henderson bound? Did the sedative, if there even was one, not take?"

Pleased with his rudimentary observations, Robert settled back into his chair.

"Thats not all. Look at how they were killed compared to where they were found. All of them drowned in salt water, but not a single one was found anywhere near a salt water source. Its like the killer brought his own bucket of water or something. The information just dosn't make sense. Why bother with the salt water?" Mark asked analyzing the information like he was supposed to.

"Exactly! Or he made it at the scene, but then, especially in the last case, he must have been known to the victim because I, for one, would notice if a strange man or woman came into my kitchen and starting emptying salt shakers into water.

Unless Mrs. Anderson was deaf, which I suppose she could have been, the killer must have had a key or been able to pick locks, otherwise, she would have heard the door break and she would have defended herself.

And why was only Mrs. Anderson attacked at home? The other victims were both killed, or at least found, in nature. Perhaps Mrs. Anderson was too elderly to leave home and the killer had no choice but to kill her at home.

Also, it's very important that we keep in mind that the bodies could have been moved. These women could have been killed anywhere, including the ocean or another abundant source of salt water, then moved."

(OOC: See edited post (#77) for most salt water theories).

(OOC: Thats a dirty trick. Trying to show that u figured something out first. lol. jk)

IC: I'm pretty sure someone would have noticed a body being dragged through an area. Not to mention there would be tracks of somesort that indicated dragging. To me it looks like this guy may have injected the salt water directly into the body or something. Because if there was no drugs used, then what's with the nedles?

"All of the victims are also close to the 6 foot mark in height. I have rudimentary theory that it might not have been these specific women who the killer might have been trying to kill, but that they might have reminded the killer of someone in their past. From these profiles, it appears that there was no sexual violence. There is no mention of money being taken, either. I would therefore have to hazard a guess that this is more of a sick revenge motivated killer."

"I have to agree, revenge looks like the most likely motive. Perhaps abuse by the killer's mother or, as the professional pattern would indicate, a teacher or perhaps a nanny. However, I'm certainly not willing to rule out the killer knowing these women specifically.

As for the bodies, just because they were moved doesn't mean someone dragged them. Most likely, they were moved by car. An experienced criminal could have obscured the tire tracks.

Also, this is a small town, so people talk and know each other's business. We should find out, possibly from local police, what the people of the town have been saying." With the case finally beginning, Robert was quickly thawing and becoming more animated, excited to have something to actually do.

"Good observations, Robert. Has there been any forensic evidence like fibers found on the bodies? Those could help identify the type of vehicle that the bodies might have been moved in."

"I don't have details of the forensics, that should be available once we arrive though. Alright so we've got a workable pattern about the target, what about the Unsub (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Unsub) what can we determine about him so far?"

"Him? Why are we assuming the unsub is a man?"

"Are we? It's a statistical fact that the vast majority are, latest statistics show that only 1 out of 9 serial killers are female. Do you think the unsub is a man or woman?"

"While it very well may be a man, it seems best if we maintain gender neutrality so we don't subconsciously start looking for men only.

Here's something interesting though, as I said before, all the last names end in 'son'. Do you think it's possible that a disgruntled son is killing women that he somehow associates with his mother and is trying to send a message?"

Andrea sat back in her seat, taking sips of her bottle of water as the men discussed the killer, the victims, and the attributes of each. She wasn't a profiler or investigator by any means, so she much preferred to sit back and listen instead of engage in the conversation.

She had readily accepted Dominic's help with her big bag, although she kept her laptop with her on the flight. While listening to the discussion, the papers on the victims and the town reached her, and she began typing the information into her computer. In a way, the descriptions of the victims bothered her: she was 5'9", caucasion, and had brown (hazel?) hair.

She finished typing the information into her laptop, and passed the papers along to whomever needed them.

"I don't know much, and I'm not trying to barge in," Andrea spoke up, "but look at Miss Henderson. It says there was no signs of a struggle, but then her hands were tied? So she was not a threat, but she was? I don't know, this isn't my part of the job. Just an observation," she said as she returned to her silence.

"Exactly, no signs up struggle, but she's tied up. Is it possible that she was bound after being killed, or does the autopsy rule that out?

Here's another thought, what is that needle wasn't putting something in, but taking something out. Any possibility the unsub was removing blood from his or her victims?"

Robert was the last to read the documents, but he read them over about 4 times.

The trend was salt water, some sort of injection, height, and working with students. Everyone else had also put that up.

"Well, clearly, whatever the motive was, it wasn't sexual in the slightest. We're not looking for a rapist, which is going to make this investigation that much harder. Rapists often show traits that we can identify. The thing about serial killers, is they kill until something makes them stop, most often that they can't sleep at night. So, unless they continue, we can assume the most recent death went wrong, or something scared them. Chances are about 70-30 as to whether it's female or male. The killing of all females with no sexual intercourse might suggest a female killer, since they purely aren't 'equipped' for that. Now, we need to find a common link between all of these three, someplace they've been, someone they know. Then we can move from there."

Dominic sat back in his seat, waiting for a response

"Exactly, I have a feeling that if we get a list of places they women worked and frequented and a list of people they associated with, we'll see another common thread. And we should certainly investigate how they knew each other, in a town that small, I wouldn't be surprised if they did.

I still have this feeling that we may be dealing with a mother thing here. We should look into things like the perfume these women wore, the detergent they used and other things that have smells that people closely associate with a certain person. Unfortunately, the BFP database doesn't have an option to sort by 'mother's preferred perfume' so it could be difficult to use that information once we have it."

Sitting quietly, Kseniya Volskaya read through the reports. Her first reaction had been disgust-her mother was a high school teacher-but Kseniya shrugged off her feelings and began to analyze the crimes.

"Are there any stores within the town that specialize in school supplies?" she asked slowly. "I would suggest talking to anyone who associates with those places, business owners and such, as well."

"Good, we've certainly got enough to start with, we're going to have to hit the ground running, it's only a matter of time before there's another victim. The unsub will be working towards their final victim, which will mean the most to them, most likely the one that they had set this all out for. We've got work to do."

The rest of the flight continued fairly quiet as they settled in, it didn't seem that long until their flight landed, a couple of Black range-rovers where at the airport waiting for them, the key's were handed over and they all headed off up north along the national Route towards Hectorville.

Having pulled up in front of the local police station David Gilmore got out of the car and started to head towards the door where before he got there he was Detective Sargeant Franks, the man who called them in originally.

Having introduced the team to him, "Thanks for coming, It's much appreciated."

"Mark and Andrea, would you stay at the station and work out what you can do, Dominic and Kseniya go and visit Michael Reason, see what you can get from him. Robert and the other David go see Henry Harveston and I'll with my friend here. (OOC: Catawaba's replacement whoever that turns out to be) see Daniel Anderson."

OOC: Sweet cars, sure beat Suburbans.

Robert took the wheel, as much as he didn't dislike the scrawny profiler that seemed to have become his partner, he wasn't sure he trusted him with the magnificence that was the Range Rover. Robert entered the address on the report into the car's navigation system and started driving. He turned toward David while still driving.

"So, what do we know about this Henry guy? It seems like he had a somewhat complicated relationship with Ms. Henderson. Another thing that sticks out but it probably insignificant is that he's the only person involved in the case so far that doesn't have a last name ending in 'son'."

ooc: i'd prefer bmw's myself...

ic:

Kseniya swiped the keys and moved to the driver's side. She twirled them in her finger before seating herself and starting the engine.

"I always drive when I'm breaking in a new partner," she said sweetly to Dominic. Without further ado, she put the Rover in gear and drove off. She put on a pair of sunglasses, pushing away a stray lock of her brown hair.

"We know next to nothing about 'Henry.' I would have preferred to get information on the people that found the deceased in addition to what we have about the deceased. There is the complicated relationship that you mentioned; and his last name doesn't end in 'son.' We shall have to be respectful, yet very thorough in our questioning of him.

Also, have you noticed that Andrea fits the patterned description of the victims? She is female, Caucasian, Brunette and 5'9". "

OOC: I would prefer ZMWs– German engineering, English styling, Zinairian prices.

"Right, everything about her is a textbook match– except one thing. She was the only one that was tied.

We have to be sure to ask about their relationship, any trouble with the children in her care or their parents, anyone else that would have wanted to kill her, where and when she worked and whether she was a camping buff."

Using the car's mobile phone integration, Robert placed a call back to the station.

"Andrea, this is Robert. Can you find out what kind of media coverage these cases got? That way we can determine if there's a possibility of a copycat. Also, since you'll probably find out while you're doing that, could you tell me how the killings were spaced out? It wasn't covered in the briefing."

Mark sat down at a desk in the station and set up his laptop. He plugged his mobile phone into a specialized jack on his computer so that he could connect to the internet through the cell service. Not technically legal, but it made wireless internet so much easier. His computer was also able to send messages through his phone and to other numbers he wanted much like a text message but it included lowscale graphics such as a map or in certain cases tracker information that could be constantly updated. He sent a test message to the Department's phones to make sure it worked. It read "Hello all. Welcome to Mark's personal wireless information service. If anyone is in need of anything (within reason of course :)), feel free to request." It included a small graphic of himself below the text.

As he was on the phone with Andrea, there was a short chime, indicating an MMS.

"Have to go, but can you do that for me, please? Just forward the info to me and the others when you get it."

In a dangerous maneuver, Robert flipped open his phone and read the message as he drove. Again using the car's phone integration, he placed a call back to Mark.

"Mark, Robert here. Got your message– cute. Now since it seems like you're going to be linking all the field teams, I want you to send out another cutsie little message telling everyone to search the victims' homes for other things that could link them– perfumes, detergent, clothing styles, things like that. That is...if the boss agrees."

Mark answered his phone. "Thanks. I thought it was pretty funny myself. And I don't think a suggestion needs to be asked of the boss. I think he'll accept that we thought it was needed. Talk to you later." he said and hung up. He then proceded to do as Robert has asked but added to see if they could find out where the stuff was bought as well. The killer may have seen them all in one store or another. He then opened a file for each victom that he could use to store the data that would come in and then use one of his programs to detect similarities that might exist.

The Range Rover pulled up at Mr. Haveston's suburban residence. Robert got out, made sure he had his badge and guns then went up to the front door and waited for his partner before knocking.

David had received his message from Mark. Judging from the message that he had just received, he figured that Mark was pretty good at his job. Of course, he wouldn't be part of the Department if he wasn't good at what he did, but still. There were some things that one had to see for oneself.

As he and his partner approached the home of Henry, he was slightly annoyed that Robert was making phone calls while driving. The last thing that anyone needed at the moment was for the two of them to get into an accident.

When they had arrived at Henry's house, Robert made as if to be the first one through the door and taking charge of the 'interview', and David decided to let him. It would be a good chance to see how Robert handled himself on the job; and he would be there to smooth things over if something went wrong.

Robert had every intention of taking charge, he actually had almost half a mind to tell David to wait in the car. It wasn't that he thought he couldn't handle himself, it was just that he didn't really look like a cop.

With his partner beside him and ready to go and a car in the driveway indicating that Henry was home, Robert knocked loudly several times on the front door.

(OOC: And now we wait for the leader to get online. lol.)

ooc: yeah, and anyone seen my partner...?

OOC: No, I haven't seen your partner. I'll shoot Baz a TG, as he's in my region.

Everyone finds their targets easily, after knocking on the door they answer and invite you in.

For Michael Reason there are numerous photos's around of his wife and their three kids, 2 girls and a boy (the boy is the youngest).

"The kids are up in Drago with family having a great time, I haven't told them yet... anyone"

For Daniel Anderson,

"Come in, I've told the family, a funeral should be held very soon. What can I do for you?"

While Henry Harveston is a bit quiet to begin with but let's you in.

OOC: Can everyone please post about where you want to go in your interview. And or we can get do the interview over IM which will make everything go much faster.

ooc: i suppose i can just assume my partner is incummunicado and do it alone...

ic:

Kseniya had been trained by the best of the FSB. As she was invited in, she took a cursory glance of Mr. Reason and then at the pictures arrayed throughout the room.

"Mr. Reason, I know this may be difficult," she began, "But I have some questions regarding the incident."

ooc: i'm ok w/ the IM thing...hrm, how d' we go about it...?

"Thank you, Mr. Haveston." Robert said, stepping into the house. "I just have a few question to ask you." (OOC: Baz gave the answers over IM already). "What was your relationship with the victim?"

"... She was my wife, I loved her." Henry said.

"Your wife? Our records indicate you were never married."

"We never got officially married no, but... she was my wife."

"I see. Did you have any children with her or do either of you have children from previous relationships?"

"We've got a young son, Jonas, he's at her mother's now... I have no idea what I'm going to tell him."

"Was he there at the time of the murder?"

"He was home when she went missing and then when I found out that she had died I asked Lois to take care of him for me, he's been there for the last couple of days."

"Can you explain the situation surrounding her disappearance?"

"There's not much to say, I came home from work and she wasn't there I thought that she and Jonas went to Lois' for a bit, until the after-school care called saying that no one had picked him up."

"Where would she have been while you were at work?"

"She does a couple of hours of work herself while Jonas is at school, she does some accounting for a local business."

"Accounting, really? For which business?"

"For a local Stationary store 'Pens & Paper'."

"If I'm not mistaken, she worked as a child minder as well."

"Yeah, well, there was a bit of a thing with one of the parents. Didn't like that we weren't married."

"Can you tell me some more about that?"

"That's all I know apart from that she lost most of the kids as a result and had to find other work, which she did almost straight away."

"Where did she work as a child minder?"

"She worked from home, did everything from the activities, reading books, snacks and nap-time and afterwards did all the books and all the other paperwork."

"So the kids would come here?"

"Yes - Give them a home-like environment, She loved looking after the kids and the kids loved coming. I wish we could of had another but... we couldn't."

"Why is that?"

"Why we couldn't have kids?! None of your business, now I'd like you to leave!"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. You're right, it was a very personal question. If you wouldn't mind though, we just want to find who did this to your wife."

"Because I couldn't alright? ... Now just go. Please."

"I understand, you've suffered a horrible tragedy and you need your time alone. I just have a few more questions though, and I'll try to keep it brief and...polite."

"You think, well, I'm glad that someone thinks that loosing my wife is a tragedy. I just can't deal with this now, Jonas is at his Grandmothers because I can't cope. Everytime I see him I see her lying on the slab in the morgue, we both so wanted another child but I coudln't. She had to leave the job she loved because some idiot didn't like our relationship, I wasn't there for her then... and I wasn't there when this monster took her. Now go alright?"

"That's not true, it's simply not fair to blame yourself. Nobody could have known that she was going to be taken by such an evil, horrible person. I just hope we can find out who did this to your wife and make sure they pay. Before we go though, would you mind giving us the address of your mother-in-law so we can speak with her?"

Henry wrote the address on a piece of paper and gave it to Robert . "It's not far just a couple of minutes by car."

"Thank you, you've been a great help already. I'll just give you my name and number so if you ever decide you're ready to talk some more, I'll be available." Robert wrote his name and mobile number. "Any time of the day or night, I'm willing to come and speak to you. We're willing to do anything to stop this monster."

Henry took the card and said nothing else. Equally silently, Robert and his partner got up and left the home.

Robert wasn't particularly happy with how the interview went, but at least they'd learned plenty that wasn't in the report.

"So," Robert said, turning to David, "What did you make of that? And where do you figure we should go next, the stationary shop or the mother's house?"

She took out a digital recorder and set it on the table, while also taking out a note pad and pen. "You're wife was a teacher at a primary school, correct?"

“Yes…she was”

"Thank you." She wrote a small notation down. "Now, I know there isn't much chance of this, but did any of her students or their parents ever make threats, or show signs they might be violent towards her?"

“There's ratbags in all schools now, but she didn't say that she was particularly scared of any one particular student.”

“And as far as I know she gets on... sorry, got on well with the parents.”

"Ratbags...?"

"Hrm..." she added another note.

“Rascals, students that would rather be elsewhere and would be disruptive.”

"I see...I prefer delinquent,” Kseniya chuckled.
"I used to be one..."

[Michael smiled slightly

She scanned her notes, chewing her thumb self-consciously, "Pardon me, but they seem to have omitted your occupation sir. I you don't mind my asking, that is..."

“I'm manager for a local supermarket, I could soon become a regional manager, We're looking to expand soon.”

"Oh, I know this may seem inappropriate, but congratulations..." Kseniya scanned her notes again, "A store...? That reminds me; are there any stores around that specialize in school supplies? Specifically; supplies for teachers?"

“'Pens n Paper' is perhaps the main store in town, Stationary, that's where she goes for most of her supplies and most children get their stuff from there too.”

"Hmm, that's such a nice name," Kseniya chuckled. She wrote the name down in her notepad. "Are there any others you know of...? I'd appreciate it."

“Apart from about 5 or 6 newsagents who don't have anywhere near the range, no, not really.”

"I see..." She said as she wrote it down. "Thanks. This'll make my job a bit easier."


She glanced down at the photos "Did she teach them...?"

“No, they're ours, they're up with family in Drago, I'm trying to organize a funeral, and it's hard. I just don't want to put them through it.”

"I understand," she said softly. Kseniya dropped her notebook to her side. "From experience, I can tell you...the older one's will help him get through it. I know it's tough, but there's a reason why they are called 'survivors.'"

“Oh, we're going to get through this... We have too.”

"That's a good attitude." Kseniya said as she reached into her pocket. "Here's my card in case you can think of anything else...or if you need anything.” She started to turn away, but stopped mid-stride. "By the way, do you know of any medical supply stores or pharmacies?"

“They are couple of pharmacies in town do you reckon someone drugged her?”


"Oh, no," she said with a smile, "I have diabetes and I'm running out of syringes."

“Oh, so yeah you better keep an eye on that…got anything to act as a sugar hit?”

"Only these," Kseniya said, offering a toffee. "Don't tell me I'll have to send out for it..."


They'll be something you can get to top up supplies I'm sure, but I really need to get back to the funeral director. Is there any other question you want to ask?


"No, I think I have what I need. Thank you for your time; I understand that you're busy...Do svidonia."

[weakly smiles] If there's anything I can do to help catch the monster that did this, just let me know,” Michael smiled weakly.

"You'll be the first to know, I promise," Kseniya said as she turned to leave.

She walked back to the Range Rover and sat in. Kseniya flipped open her cell-phone dialed a number.

"Mark, this is Kseniya Volskaya, I've just interviewed Michael Reason and got a tip on a place called Pens n' Paper. I'm gonna check it out...you got a way I can get directions?"

"Thank you for meeting me, Mr Anderson, I understand that this must be tough for you."

"It's strange, you know I was half-expecting her to go but... never thought that it would be anything like this. It's just wrong, she shouldn't of gone like this."

"Are you her only relative?"

"Her only son died a couple of years ago, I am the only living one yes, I started taking care of her at that time... It's just a bit...you know."

"Tough..."

"Yeah"

"Alright, well I don't suppose she talked about her time as a principal?"

"Sorry, she didn't really talk much about anything for the last 2 years, enjoyed her gardening, and some music but nothing else really. There was a... falling apart in the family and it was only recently that my mother and my aunt dealt with their differences."

"Do you know what the failing out was about?"

"No, it was something long time ago, in her 20's maybe 30's when she was still a teacher, no one really talked about. The Funeral will be held in 2 days I would appreciate if you came, at least it won't just be just me."

"I'll be there... thank you, for your time, I'll find my own way out."

After leaving David also made a call to mark... "Mark, David Gilmore - Can you try and find some information on Henrietta Anderson's past employment specifically early on in her education career."

Mark answerd Kseniya's call. "Lets see here...Got it. I'll send the directions over your phone. It should get you there from where you are as fast as possible. I'm not familiar with this area though so I'm not sure where the traffic jams and stuff are. But follow those directions, and you'll get there one way or another. Good luck." Mark said and hung up. Then he answered David's call

"Sure thing boss. I'll get on it and send all I get to you as soon as possible. Later." he said and hung up. He then started organizing the data he had coming in from the interviews and relised that atleast two of the victoms were known to visit the place Pens n' Paper. He immediatly called Kseniya back. "Hey, we have an interesting correlation here. Not only did your vic go to Pens n' Paper, but so did Mrs. Henderson. This may be worth looking into closely."

OOC: I'm assuming the reports came into me immediatly. Hope thats ok.

Dominic called Kseniya, trying to find out what happened exactly. He'd been thinking about possible motives, and MOA's for the killer(s).

He let it ring for a moment.

Mark answerd Kseniya's call. "Lets see here...Got it. I'll send the directions over your phone. It should get you there from where you are as fast as possible. I'm not familiar with this area though so I'm not sure where the traffic jams and stuff are. But follow those directions, and you'll get there one way or another. Good luck." Mark said and hung up. Then he answered David's call

"Sure thing boss. I'll get on it and send all I get to you as soon as possible. Later." he said and hung up. He then started organizing the data he had coming in from the interviews and relised that atleast two of the victoms were known to visit the place Pens n' Paper. He immediatly called Kseniya back. "Hey, we have an interesting correlation here. Not only did your vic go to Pens n' Paper, but so did Mrs. Henderson. This may be worth looking into closely."

OOC: I'm assuming the reports came into me immediatly. Hope thats ok.

Dominic called Kseniya, trying to find out what happened exactly. He'd been thinking about possible motives, and MOA's for the killer(s).

He let it ring for a moment.

"Thank you, comrade," Kseniya said as she hung up with Mark. She began following the directions, and was relieved when she found the store within a half hour. As she started to pull in, her phone rang; it was Dominic.

"Volskaya," she answered, "Is that you, Dominic?"

"Yes ma'am it is. So, what happened with Mr. Reason?" He said, glad she'd answered

Rather than wait for a reply from David, Robert spoke again, "How about this, actually, I'll swing by the mother's house and drop you off. You can talk to her then I'll go down to that stationary store and talk to the manager there."

Although it was phrased as a question, it obviously wasn't intended to be one. Robert jumped into the driver's seat and plugged in the address that he had been given. He motioned for David to hop in then he took off on the short drive.

After dropping David off, Robert did a search for the stationary shop then turned around and headed towards the city center.

When Robert arrived at the shop, he noticed an identical Range Rover already parked there. He looked in the window and saw one of the other Department field agents. She was on the phone but he waved as he entered the shop and approached the counter. Although there was no one there, Robert rang the service bell.

David paused there wasn't really anyone else to go and talk to... perhaps Henrietta had a tie to the store as well, that was worth checking out.

He rang up Robert Dunn. "Hey, Robert, Check out if Henrietta had any links to the stationary store as well, and meet me back at the station."

When he was dropped off by his partner, David had some things about Henry that he had wanted to talk over with Robert, but things didn't work out that way. He'd tell the others later.

David knocked on the front door, and when the door opened, the interview started.

David: "Hello Lois, my name is David Wu. I am from the Bazalonian Federal Police. Is Jonas here?"

Lois: "Yes, he is..."

David: "I'm here in connection to the unfortunate death of Mrs. Haveston."

Lois: "Do you want to ask him questions?"

David: "I would like to ask the both of you questions, if you don't mind."

Lois: *she pauses for a moment looking at David*

Lois: Alright come in but don't distress the boy... or you'll have me to deal with, got that?

David: "I completely understand, ma'am."

David: *David walks in*

Lois: "Sit, I'll get Jonas."

David: "Thank you."

Lois/Jonas: *she walks through an archway and out of sight,about a minute later she comes back holding Jonas' hand*

David: "Hello Jonas, I am David Wu from the Bazalonian Federal Police."

Jonas: *Jonas seems a shy and doesn't respond.*

David: "You are not in any trouble, Jonas, I would like to ask you some questions, if
you don't mind. I could even tell you about my job first, if you like."

Jonas: *Jonas is still shy but intrigued enough to ask a question*

Jonas: Like what?

David: "Was your mother... acting differently from normal when you last saw her?"

Jonas: Mum's mum.

David: "What was she doing when you last saw her?"

Jonas: Mum was going out to the shops.... When is mum coming back?

Lois: *Lois looks sad and picks him up and hugs him*

Lois: I think that'll be enough for him Mr Wu, he still doesn't quite understand what's happened, I don't know if I do completely either

David: "We... haven't found her yet, Jonas." *looks questioningly at Lois*

Lois: You can ask me all the questions you want but, he needs to work through this himself.'

Lois: "One moment... " she spoke to David "Come on Darling, let's find you good toy to play with, so I can talk with the nice man."

David: "Thank you Jonas."

Lois: "Say 'Goodbye'" still slightly shy he waved goodbye before Lois once again disappeared, took him out the back for a couple of minutes, before returning.

David: "Lois, what do you remember about the day that your daughter went missing?"

Lois: The normal got Jonas to school, worked dropped the other kids off home then went to get some milk....

Lois: She rang the school and said she might be abit late

David: "Did she give any explanation as to why she might be late?"

Lois: She said something about milk but they had milk... I checked

David: "As painful as it might be, it could be vital to the investigation if you could tell me about anything that you could remember about that telephone call, Lois."

Lois: Well, as I said the school took the call, you'd have to check with them, I only got this information 2nd hand

David: "I understand, Lois. Was your daughter acting abnormally or having some sort of trouble with anyone recently?"

Lois: She was upset about something, but she didn't tell me what it was, she kept saying it was nothing

David: "And as far as you know, there were no troubles between your daughter and her husband? I am asking purely for the record; Henry is taking her death very hard."

Lois: no, nothing to think that it was between her and Henry... she was spooked by something, no idea what...

David: "Lois, we think that your daughter was targeted by someone that can strike again at anytime. Obviously, that piece of information does not leave the room, but rest assured that we are doing everything that we can to find those responsible. Anything at all that you can tell us would be of value."

Lois: "That's all I can think of for now... I want my daughter's killer to come to justice and I will aid you in whatever way I can.

David: "Thank you, Lois. I don't have any more questions for you or Jonas now, but if you think of anything at all that will help, give me a call at this number." *David hands Lois a piece of paper with his cell phone number on it* "I'll show myself out; but we will do everything in our power to find those responsible. In the meantime, I would keep an eye on your son-in-law. Like I said, he's taking your daughter's death very hard, and could use some comfort." *after listening to Lois' reply, David leaves the house*

Lois: Alright, I will... thank you.

---

Having left the house, David pulled out his cell phone, and called his boss in order to distribute the information that he had learned so far.

As he was waiting, Robert's phone rang. He noted it was his boss and answered. "Hey, David....Will do. See you soon." He hung up just as a young man with a name tag identifying him as Jason came out of the back room.

"Hi, How can I help you?" Said the employee.

"Hello, I'm Special Agent Robert Dunn of the Federal Police." Robert said, showing the man his badge. "Are you the manager here?"

"No, I just work the counter, Lois is out the back if you want to meet her. I'll take you through, this about the ... um... bodies?"

"Yes, I'm here about Michelle Henderson."

"Well, follow me then."

"Thank you." Robert followed Jason into the store's utilitarian back room where a woman was working.

"Some people here to see you." Jason said to the woman, presumably Lois.

"Hello, ma'am. I'm Robert Dunn of the BFP." Robert showed his badge again. "I'm here about Michelle Anderson."

"Oh yes, please take a seat, horrible business that, What can I do for you?"

"I'm just here to ask some questions. If I'm not mistaken, she worked as an accountant for you."

"For a couple hours a week yes, she didn't want it to interfere with her childcare work but we needed someone and she agreed."

"Did you know her before she began working with you?"

"Yes, She had been a good customer with all the arts and crafts she did with the kids. We saw quite a lot of her and when the person that previous looked after our finances left town she offered to help."

"Did she have training as an accountant?"

"She did do some training a certificate in Business Administration, so that should could look after her own accounts as well."

"Were you friends with her outside of work?"

"Yes, I would say so, How is her husband taking it?"

"I'm not entirely sure. It seemed that I hit a raw spot with one of my questions."

"Yeah, well, he can be a bit sensitive sometimes."

"Could you describe the relationship they had?"

"Good, they had some trouble early on in their marriage, but they worked past it and are now much better for it. Jonas is such a great kid."

"Did Michelle seem troubled by anything?"

"Um, she was a bit distracted with her work. Didn't really thing anything of it."

"Her work as a child minder?"

"No, as an accountant, usually she had all her work done but lately she's been taking time, as if something was on her mind."

"When exactly did she take the job with you?"

"About a year now, I can check the documents for an exact date if you wish

"If it wouldn't be a bother."

"Just a moment." Lois opened a drawer in her desk and thumbed through the files until she came to Michelle's. "Two weeks shy."

"I see. How many people do you employ?"

"There's me, her, Jason out the front and five others on various rosters."

"Did she interact much with anyone?"

"Not here at work, she stuck in and got it down, as far as I know she mostly interacted with the children that she looked after and her family."

"Did she ever talk about those children?"

"Not to me, but you could just tell, they meant alot to her."

"Do you know of anything she did in her free time? Other hobbies, favorite places in town, vacation spots?"

"I don't think she has much free time at all, looking after the kids and her family, and doing accounting for me took up basically all of her time, and from what I could tell, Henry helped too. But, before all that when they first got married they went on a lot of camping trips."

"Really, interesting. Do you know where they went?"

"All over the country, through the various states."

"I don't there was any particular place."

"Did they ever stay at the ground where her body was found, do you know?"

"No.... they always went away to other places when they went on holidays."

"Yes, why stay so close to home. This may sound silly but did she wear any perfume or use a strong laundry detergent?"

"She probably would of gone through buckets of detergent.... Don't know which she used but um, perfume it's called Rose Petals. I wear it too."

"Great, thank you."

"Now, I assume you know the name Henrietta Anderson, but did you know the woman?"

"I do know her, she mostly stays to herself and has the occasional flutter but, she's had a bit of a hard life all her children died, the last just two years ago. Very sad for her, Daniel has done a good job looking after her."

"How did you know her?"

"I didn't know her that well, she was actually principal of my highschool."

"Have you talked to her since you graduated?"

"On occasion, a 'hello' here and there and asked about how the family was doing, you know, the usual stuff, but nothing really for the last two years since her last child died."

"How many children did she have?"

"Two. Her first died at only twelve years."

"She must have been a very strong woman."

"I couldn't imagine how that must of been."

"Were they sons, daughters?"

"Booth sons."

"Just one more question. Since this is a small town, I imagine people talk. What have they been saying about the murders?"

"No one really knows what's happening, people are scared. The police have been tight-lipped and I'm sure some re-assurance wouldn't go astray."

"Has there been much in the press?"

"Speculation, not worth the paper it's printed on, but you know chinese whispers... It's going to get out of hand..."

"Yes, thank you. You've been a great help and I'm sorry for the loss of your friend. We're doing our best to get to the bottom of this. And just a heads-up, another agent will be in to ask you more questions shortly."

"Thank you."

"Oh, and here's my number if you think of anything else I should know." Robert gave Lois a small paper with his name and phone number on it then left the store. Outside, he called his partner.

"David, it's Robert. I'm going to come pick you up, hope you haven't been waiting long. Just stay at the mother-in-law's house."

Robert got back into his car and, as he drove to pick up David, he called the station and told them off what he'd learned.

Once he'd picked up his partner, they drove back to the station.

OOC: tag for later post

"Yes ma'am it is. So, what happened with Mr. Reason?" He said, glad she'd answered

"Please don't call me 'ma'am'," the twenty-three year old grimaced, "It makes me sound old...and the interview went well, I think. I'm checking out a lead right now. Ask Mark for directions; he knows where I am."

As she hung up, Kseniya noticed Robert leaving the stationary store.

"Excuse me, did you already conduct your interview?" she asked. "Anything interesting?"

OOC: Time warp!

Robert turned to Kseniya. "Some interesting stuff. The owner knew the third victim as well, so I suppose that makes this shop a link. Also, in the early days of their relationship, which was filled with strife, Michelle and her husband went camping a lot. Her body was found at a camp site. I told the owner, Lois, that you'd be right in."

"Thank you, comrade," Kseniya said as she turned away.

ooc: sorry.

Dominic chuckled.

"Ok, I won't. Thank you."

He promptly held 5, and let speed-dial do its thing, calling Mark

Mark answered his phone. "Hello. This is computer geek central. How may I help you today?"

Kseniya walked into the store and looked around. She walked up to a woman and asked politely, "Excuse me, are you Lois? My associate should have informed you I was coming." She flipped open her badge, which was next to anFSB badge (http://www.globalsecurity.org/intell/world/russia/images/fsb-logo-l.jpg) with her father's picture.

While waiting for his partner to arrive, David pressed 1 on his cell phone's speed dial, and called his boss; who was also named David.

Kseniya walked into the store and looked around. She walked up to a woman and asked politely, "Excuse me, are you Lois? My associate should have informed you I was coming." She flipped open her FSB badge (http://www.globalsecurity.org/intell/world/russia/images/fsb-logo-l.jpg).

OOC: You do realize you work for the Balzonian Federal Police, not whatever commie agency that is, right?

---

Robert pulled up at Lois' house and waved for David to get in.

Dominic chuckled. He liked this guy.

"Yes, I'd like 3 calculators and a pocket protector." he laughed. "But in all seriousness, I need to meet up with Kseniya, and she said to call you."

"Lets see...that was 3 calculators and a pock...oh wait! Right, Kseniya. Lets see, allright. Got ya. You should be reciveing a map with directions on your phone in a few seconds. You still want those calculators? I know a place where you can get em cheap and the government dosn't care." Mark said with mock seriousness. "Just kidding, talk to you later." He said and hung up. He then transfered the directions to Kseniya to Dominic's phone and included the message Your calculators and pocket protector will be ready for pickup in a few days. Thank you come again.

OOC: You do realize you work for the Balzonian Federal Police, not whatever commie agency that is, right?

---

Robert pulled up at Lois' house and waved for David to get in.

ooc: i assumed we were on loan from our respective governments. if that's the case, Kseniya is still an agent of the Federal'naya Sluzhba Bezopasnotsi

ooc2: i find 'commie' to be a derogatory term, btw.

ic:

Kseniya discreetly sent a text to Dominic as she talked to Lois.

Where are you?

ooc: i assumed we were on loan from our respective governments. if that's the case, Kseniya is still an agent of the Federal'naya Sluzhba Bezopasnotsi

OOC: I asked Baz if the agents could be citizens of our respective nations and he said no (more specifically, he said they could be an immigrant from our nation as long as they immigrated before they were 1.5 or they could be the child of an immigrant).

ooc: ok, my bad then.

Robert pulled up at Lois' house and waved for David to get in.

David got into his partner's vehicle, left a message for the boss to call him back, and then started to tell Robert about what he had learned during his interview of Lois and Jonas.

"Robert, Lois told me that her daughter was upset about something recently, but wouldn't tell her what she was upset about. Additionally, the victim made an excuse to her son's school about getting milk, but Lois told me that she checked later, and that they had plenty of milk. That phone call is the last that anyone heard from our victim until her body was found.

So in other words, we know little, but we need to check Jonas' school in order to find out more about his mother's phone call. It's the only lead that I have at this point."

"Hmm, that's certainly odd. We're due at the station now, but that'll be out first stop after we're done."

Robert made the short drive back to the station and parked next to the other David's Range Rover.

Dominic hung up, and went to the incoming application from Mark. There it showed the GPS directions, straight from his current point, to a store called Pens & Paper.

Wasn't the calculator joke appropriate enough?

He got in his car, and as soon as he got his seatbelt fastened, his phone went off, buzzing like an angry hornet. He fumbled to undo the seatbelt, and reached into his pocket. It was from Kseniya, asking where he was. He thumbed a reply, his fingers clumsy on the keypad.

On my way

With that, he put his foot on the gas and headed to P&P.

Just before Robert turned off the Range Rover, there was a small news item dealing with minor political news from Lamoni. Being close friends, Lamoni and Bazalonia often heard news from each other.

"In speaking with her husband," Kseniya said as she flipped on her digital recorder, "Oh, you don't mind, do you?"

“Not really,” Lois said with a shrug.
"Ok then," Kseniya smiled. "As I said, I spoke with Mr. Reason, and he said that his wife Janice frequented this store for her supply needs. Is that correct?"

“Yeah. Sometimes I wonder what she was making,” Lois said.

"Making...ma'am?" Kseniya looked up from her notes quizzically.

“Oh, Craft for the kids. Whatever it was it looked fun.”

"Oh, I remember crafts," Kseniya chuckled a bit. "The mess we'd make...what kind of craft supplies were they?"

“Cardboard,” Lois answered, “Those safety scissors, sparkles, black pens, some finger paints, that sort of thing.”

"Ah, I see," Kseniya scribbled down the list. "It's also been noted to me that Ms. Anderson worked here as an accountant. Do you know if she and Mrs. Reason ever interacted with one another?"

“I don't remember a time when they were out on the floor of the store together but... I suppose it's possible.”

"Do you think one of your employees might have seen them together? May I speak with them?"

“Usually they come in totally different days,” Lois said, “But, I suppose. I'll ask people around, but it's only me and Jason here today. You can ask him, but I'll get in touch with you in regards to the others.”

"Thanks, I appreciate it," Kseniya said as she handed her a card. "Please, get in touch with me as soon as possible."

“Okay,” Lois said as she took the card and put it on the desk. “Is there anything else?”

"Yes, do you know of any medical supply stores...it's for my diabetes," Kseniya chuckled shyly.

“Oh, you should be able to get diabetes stuff from the pharmacy a 3 blocks down the road,” Lois answered.

"Thanks," Kseniya said, "I suppose in smaller towns, there usually isn't something larger than a pharmacy, huh?"

“No, there is a small hospital but that's about it.”

Kseniya looked at her watch, "Well, I suppose I should head to the pharmacy before I have to take a visit," she joked. "Have a good day, ma'am, and thank you for your cooperation."

Lois smiled slightly, “Thanks.”

As she turned around, a small pinprick of an electronic stud slipped from the tip of her finger and onto a discreet spot underneath a tabletop. Kseniya walked out and stopped Jason before stepping out.

"Did you ever see Ms. Anderson and Mrs. Reason speaking together?" she asked sweetly.

"No, ma'am," he answered.

"That's the second time I've been called 'ma'am' today," she pouted. "Oh well, thanks a bunch," she said, giving Jason a radiant smile.

Once at the Land Rover, she flipped open her phone.

"Mark, I need you to fix on a transmitter at 100.01 Mhz. okay?" As she said this, Kseniya looked up and saw Dominic pulling into the parking lot. Took him long enough.

Mark answered his phone. "Aye aye, cap. If you don't mind me asking, what's it for?"

(OOC: I honestly have no idea what transmitter you're talking about. lol.)

As Mark started fiddling his his toys, he had detected a signal at that frequency, It wasn't a strong signal but certainly enough to listen reasonably well at whatever the signal broadcast.

It must of been a bug, Mark heard a woman talking on the phone, Identifying her self as Lois. Only hearing one side of the conversation, it was clear Lois was checking for information, the phone call was quite short it and was asking whether Janice Reason or Michelle Henderson had any direct contact with each other, There was nothing to indicate yet that anyone had it.

It wasn't long until David Gilmore returned to the police station to check in with everyone else, to discuss the case as it lay, and to generate their working profile.

(OOC:...i think this place died. lol)

BUMP!

People - please post!

Jeez, I'm late, thought newly hired field agent Kevin da Vincho. F***. I should have been here hours ago. Now, do I take a left here... and a right here? He thumbed at a map.

Thundering along the streets in a not so inconspicous black Pontiac Solstice, da Vincho was recently hired by the Department after several people who had left. He should have reported to Dave Gilmore ages ago, but he was held up with his father's funeral.

Good ole Pops... he was the one who encouraged me to get this job, anyhow.

Finally finding the police station, Kevin pulled in into one of the visitor slots. Hope I get a parking pass, he wondered. Entering into the lobby, he decided to sit down. Someone will find me eventually and ask me why I'm here reading the latest Car and Trend.

"Kevin?" David Gilmore had just entered the station through the front door, he had been looking for him. Yes it was definately him. "Come through with me Kevin and we'll catch you up on what's been happening."

As Kseniya walked through the door of HQ, she noticed David Gilmore walking with someone she didn't recognized. She hurried up and fell in step.

"Who's this?" she queried.

"Kevin?" David Gilmore had just entered the station through the front door, he had been looking for him. Yes it was definately him. "Come through with me Kevin and we'll catch you up on what's been happening."

"Hello, are you Mr. David Gilmore?" Kevin asked as he followed the man. "Well... you must be, since you know me. So, the Department's headquarters are here?

As Kseniya walked through the door of HQ, she noticed David Gilmore walking with someone she didn't recognized. She hurried up and fell in step.

"Who's this?" she queried.

"Hello. I'm Kevin da Vincho," Kevin said. He might have cut off David's reply, but he wanted to meet everyone.

Mark appeared from the room he had set up as his command post in the HQ. "Well hello, everyone. Welcome to my humble abode...er...actually, it would probably be considered Davids since he's the boss." He said with a smile.

"Hey Mark," Kseniya greeted him, "Any luck with that bug I told you about?"

"Hello, Mark," said Kevin, greeting the next new guy in the Department. "What bug are you guys talking about?" I might as well learn some things.

"Um..." Kseniya said, realizing that David was right there...and she hadn't exactly asked permission to bug a place.

"What?" Kevin didn't realize he was throwing salt into the wounds.

"Don't worry 'bout it!" Kseniya flashed one of her award-winning smiles and gave him a thumbs up.

"OK, then!" remarked Kevin. What's with secrecy nowadays?

Phew, close one, Kseniya told herself. "So," she said to Kevin, "What's your part in this illustrious enterprise?"

"Well, they - I mean David - hired me as some sort of a field agent here at the Department. Of course, that should be fun, if not insanely challenging or unbelievably easy. I think the former will be true. Um... do you know any other field agents here?"

"Well, Dominic is my partner," she answered, "But he's always a no-show...us girls don't like that," she whispered the last part in his ear. "There's two other 'teams.' I don't really remember their names...I'm so bad with names."

"Well... that's not very nice of Dominic, is it," he whispered back. "Yah, and I'm pretty bad with names as well." This girl is fairly pretty. "So... do you think I will be a loner?"

"Not if I have anything to say about it," she winked, "I'll request a change in partners...if you think you can keep up with me," Kseniya chided.

"We might as well get started the other's will just have to catch up... As in way of a Recap for Kevin here. Three bodies sharing similiat physical characteristics turn up dead. I've got their files (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13933261&postcount=76) around here somewhere which I'll give you to look out at later. And so far we've interviewed next of kin and a few others. What are you thinking about it so far... what's grabbed your attention?"

Mark saw Kseniya's concerned expression. "Oh yeah, that. I fixed it. Thanks for the heads up. Computer bugs are nasty" he said while discretly nodding at Kseniya to show he knew what she meant.

"Thanks a bunch," Kseniya said, not missing a beat. She smiled, both Kevin and Mark seemed like exceptional men, and she was glad to be part of the team with them.

"Not if I have anything to say about it," she winked, "I'll request a change in partners...if you think you can keep up with me," Kseniya chided.

"I dunno... you're pretty fast," he whispered, and then grinned. "Maybe you'll need to slow down a little."

"We might as well get started the other's will just have to catch up... As in way of a Recap for Kevin here. Three bodies sharing similiat physical characteristics turn up dead. I've got their files around here somewhere which I'll give you to look out at later. And so far we've interviewed next of kin and a few others. What are you thinking about it so far... what's grabbed your attention?"

"Well... since I have not seen the file in question, I cannot really say anything, besides: A: are they murders? And B: have you found out anything during interviews. Otherwise, I am in as much in the dark as the public back in some foreign country."

Mark picked the files up off his desk. He had been reviewing them while waiting for the others to appear. "Here (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13933261&postcount=76) you go Kevin. Take a look-see and see if there's something that jumps our at you."

"Slow down? Me...?" Kseniya feigned indignance. "Well, maybe for you I'd make an exception." She turned to Mark and David, "Should I report my findings then?" She produced her notebook and recorder, ready to hand them over.

Mark smiled. "That would be great. I could put all the information into my computer and see what it finds, if anything."

"You're a dear," Kseniya said as she handed her findings over. "You want me to help you get caught up?" she asked Kevin.

"You're a dear," Kseniya said as she handed her findings over. "You want me to help you get caught up?" she asked Kevin.

"Well... ya... that'd be great, thanks," smiled Kevin. "I probably have no idea what I'm getting into here."

Mark grinned at Kevin. "Oh you know, the usual stuff. Having bounties place on your head, being the target of gangsters, moving to the top of a Seriel killer's hit list...stuff like that. Don't worry, you'll get used to it."

"Don't worry," Kseniya assured Kevin, "I won't let anything happen to you."

"Ohho ho! looks like Kevin has got himself a female bodyguard. *sigh* The life of a nerd. The field agents get all the luck even though its us behind the scenes that make the world turn." Mark said with a mock look of sadness on his face. He then grinned and chuckled.

"Ohho ho! looks like Kevin has got himself a female bodyguard. *sigh* The life of a nerd. The field agents get all the luck even though its us behind the scenes that make the world turn." Mark said with a mock look of sadness on his face. He then grinned and chuckled.

"Aww" Kseniya teased, "There is something to say about a guy who stays home, ya know," she winked at him.

Mark ginned. "Not quite what i meant, but that's sorta the point." Mark said and then rememberd something. "Oh yeah. When I went looking into the third Victim's past...er...Henrietta Anderson's past, when her first boy died, she took about 3 months off from her work. Then she came back but this time with a new child even though there were no records of her giving birth." Mark said to all those gathered in the HQ

"Bolzhe moi," Kseniya said, letting slip a bit of her ethnic origin. "That's something big." She rummaged through her notes, jotting it down and reviewing her own casework. "We should review all our findings and try to find how much new stuff we know."

(OOC: Gotta go. bbl)

Mark grinned at Kevin. "Oh you know, the usual stuff. Having bounties place on your head, being the target of gangsters, moving to the top of a Seriel killer's hit list...stuff like that. Don't worry, you'll get used to it."

"Oh. Well, that sounds like fun. Who knows, maybe a Wikipedia entry is in my future. That would be cool." Kevin thought for a second. "Are we armed, usually?"

"Don't worry," Kseniya assured Kevin, "I won't let anything happen to you."

"Ohho ho! looks like Kevin has got himself a female bodyguard. *sigh* The life of a nerd. The field agents get all the luck even though its us behind the scenes that make the world turn." Mark said with a mock look of sadness on his face. He then grinned and chuckled.

"You should have seen me in junior high," Kevin grinned. "The nerdiest kid in school, with glasses connected together by tape, not to mention pink braces... OK, maybe I'm exaggerating a little. But, I got contacts, and my teeth straightened out last year. Plus, don't worry, I'm not fluent in C. Plus plus, that is. But I promise not to bore you all."

Mark ginned. "Not quite what i meant, but that's sorta the point." Mark said and then rememberd something. "Oh yeah. When I went looking into the third Victim's past...er...Henrietta Anderson's past, when her first boy died, she took about 3 months off from her work. Then she came back but this time with a new child even though there were no records of her giving birth." Mark said to all those gathered in the HQ

"That could be big, potentially... is she married?" Kevin questioned. "The murder, of course, could be husband-related. Or boyfriend-related. You don't know-at least I don't."

"Oh. Well, that sounds like fun. Who knows, maybe a Wikipedia entry is in my future. That would be cool." Kevin thought for a second. "Are we armed, usually?"

Mark pulls out his Colt 1911 and looks at it speculatively. "Yup. Usually"



"That could be big, potentially... is she married?" Kevin questioned. "The murder, of course, could be husband-related. Or boyfriend-related. You don't know-at least I don't."

"I think so at the time. When she died however she was Widowed, so that rules out the husband theory unless he somehow came back from the dead."

David smilled at the interaction was going on between them, what was saddening was that none of the profilers had said anything.

"Alright, so what we know about the victims... Profilers what can you tell us about the purpertrator.Oh, and yes she was married until her husbands death ten years ago. If someone wants to look into that..."

"Oh. Well, that sounds like fun. Who knows, maybe a Wikipedia entry is in my future. That would be cool." Kevin thought for a second. "Are we armed, usually?"





"You should have seen me in junior high," Kevin grinned. "The nerdiest kid in school, with glasses connected together by tape, not to mention pink braces... OK, maybe I'm exaggerating a little. But, I got contacts, and my teeth straightened out last year. Plus, don't worry, I'm not fluent in C. Plus plus, that is. But I promise not to bore you all."



"That could be big, potentially... is she married?" Kevin questioned. "The murder, of course, could be husband-related. Or boyfriend-related. You don't know-at least I don't."

David smilled at the interaction was going on between them, what was saddening was that none of the profilers had said anything.

"Alright, so what we know about the victims... Profilers what can you tell us about the purpertrator.Oh, and yes she was married until her husbands death ten years ago. If someone wants to look into that..."

"On it boss," Kseniya said, taking the initiative and grabbing Kevin's arm. "C'mon partner."

Mark looked at Kseniya practically draggin Kevin away and smirked. "Don't get too distracted by one another!" He called out after them and then turned to David. "What do you need me to do, sir?"

Mark pulls out his Colt 1911 and looks at it speculatively. "Yup. Usually"

"OK, I'll have to grab something sometime then," said Kevin, looking at his empty pocket. "Number one item on my shopping list: pistol. Number two: bread."

"I think so at the time. When she died however she was Widowed, so that rules out the husband theory unless he somehow came back from the dead."

"Screw that theory then..." Kevin thought about it. "It was worth a try, I suppose."

"On it boss," Kseniya said, taking the initiative and grabbing Kevin's arm. "C'mon partner."

"Cool. Where are we going?" questioned Kevin. "Who are the profilers, anyway?"

"OK, I'll have to grab something sometime then," said Kevin, looking at his empty pocket. "Number one item on my shopping list: pistol. Number two: bread."


"Cool. Where are we going?" questioned Kevin. "Who are the profilers, anyway?"

"I dunno myself," Kseniya said as she led him to the Land Rover. "We're gonna check out the widow angle." After a bit of thinking, she reached to her ankle and ripped a velcro strap, passing a pistol to Kevin.

"P239," she explained, "My backup weapon. It's chambered in 9mm."

"I'll get you a Department weapon soon Kevin, though you may be able to borrow one from our hosts." David commented, waiting for the Profilers to speak up. (OOC: Resqwandi & Lamoni are the dedicated Profilers though David also acts as a profiler.) They didn't he sighed... "Looks like it's up to me again..."

"The unsub is targeting woman, certain physical attributes who closely resemble his main target. It is certainly a male who feels that the particular woman robbed him of his life, yet has a strong connection to them, leaving them in places that might feel as home. All of this and the lack of sexual interferance indicates that the woman he's working up to is a close family member. A mother... she is most likely 180cm, or 5' 11". Brown hair and certainly has children, she has a medium build. What we have yet to find out is what was the triggering event and how he is finding his targets."

"Mark, I want you to go through Michelle's phone records. See what phone call she recieved to make her upset, and see what you could find out about our misterious child that could be the breakthrough we need.

"Kevin and Kseniya - Go and see what you can find out about Henrietta's deceased husband."

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"Allrighty, on it," Kevin said. "Those phone records could be something, it seems likely that the victims know who their assailant is. Just a hunch."

"I dunno myself," Kseniya said as she led him to the Land Rover. "We're gonna check out the widow angle." After a bit of thinking, she reached to her ankle and ripped a velcro strap, passing a pistol to Kevin.

"P239," she explained, "My backup weapon. It's chambered in 9mm."

"Thanks," he said as he looked down at it. I wonder how many lives this has ended. "So... maybe the first place to find out stuff would be the city hall, if we can get a clerk or something to keep quiet. I've got a convertible out front."

"Sorry," Kseniya said as she opened the driver's side door of the Land Rover, "I always drive when I break in a new partner." She winked and set herself into the seat. Turning over the ignition, she called back, "Coming?"

"Mark, I want you to go through Michelle's phone records. See what phone call she recieved to make her upset, and see what you could find out about our misterious child that could be the breakthrough we need.


"Roger that boss." Mark said with a mock salute and walked back to his desk and begain going throug the records.

Kseniya took out her phone and texted a message to Mark.

Lemme know the second you find something. thanks <3 ^__<

Marks phone buzzed telling him he had a text from Kseniya. He texted back: Aye aye Captain K. You'll be the first to know...or maybe the second. Depends on who I remember first :D

"Sorry," Kseniya said as she opened the driver's side door of the Land Rover, "I always drive when I break in a new partner." She winked and set herself into the seat. Turning over the ignition, she called back, "Coming?"

"Totally," said Kevin, hopping shotgun, figuratively, of course. "And that breaking in thing..." his stomach started to go all queasy. "Nice ride, by the way. And, why not the city hall first? Or do you think it is too conspicous?"

"Totally," said Kevin, hopping shotgun, figuratively, of course. "And that breaking in thing..." his stomach started to go all queasy. "Nice ride, by the way. And, why not the city hall first? Or do you think it is too conspicous?"

"Well, that's what I meant, kinda," Kseniya said as she shifted the Rover into gear. She nearly pulled a 180 as she peeled out of the parking lot. "It's not my BMW, but it's nice," she chuckled. "Hey, wait a minute..." KSeniya said as she drove, "Where is city hall?"

OOC: For things like that assume that you can easily get the information.

OOC: For things like that assume that you can easily get the information.

OOC: Um... what are you talking about?

OOC: Um... what are you talking about?

ooc: i believe he means the location of city hall etc. i merely stated that for comedic effect, though.

ic:

After several attempts at finding the right address, fumbling with the map and several wrong turns, Kseniya parked the Land Rover up to City Hall.

(Coulda just asked Mark. lol. He's got the internet. lol)

ooc: i believe he means the location of city hall etc. i merely stated that for comedic effect, though.

ic:

After several attempts at finding the right address, fumbling with the map and several wrong turns, Kseniya parked the Land Rover up to City Hall.

"Wow... that took a while," said Kevin playfully. "Now... let's just barge up to the front desk, pull out pistols, and threaten the clerk? Or... well, that's my favorite way. How about... asking politely?"

"Boys..." Kseniya muttered as she led the way in. Instead of walking up to the clerk's desk, she simply helped herself to the back room, making sure no one saw her, of course. Before Kevin could say anything she turned on her heel, bringing them face-to-face.

"Did you really think I'd waste time asking...?" Before he answered, she'd done another abrupt about-face and led him into the Records section.

"Of course... there could be a public records section," Kevin mentally kicked himself. "So... do they have like death certificate records?" He started looking around.

It was actually quite easy to find the room that contained records that were public domain. They weren't bothered by any one and found that when they arrived they were the only one there apart from the archivist who was on a step ladder placing back one of the records.

It was a reasonbly large open area with lots of shelves round the outside, tables and display cabinets. There were apparently alot of major proposals for development of land in the area. There was a large hotel and an open paintball range in the process to seek council approval.

There werealso about 5 shelves that weren't attached to the wall but going most of the way through the middle of the room leaving plenty of space either side.