| From: | Brian Rogers <rogers@****.uiuc.edu> |
|---|---|
| Subject: | Field Officer Report |
| Date: | Fri, 2 Aug 1996 15:34:07 -0500 |
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The view opens to show a darkened hallway of some dilapidated building,
in the heart of the barrens. From the camera angle you can tell that
you are viewing footage shot from a helmet camera. The lower
left corner, flashes "JRS" indicating Officer Stormwind as the wearer.
The camera looks away from the door of apartment "6", the number barely held
in place by a wad of bubble gum, to come to rest on a bulky female troll dressed
in a Serenity Security uniform. Her facial expression shows that she is
genuinely concerned. Christine cocks her head to the side, nods,
and then moves to the the left.
The image pans to the left to focus on Castor, a Hell Hound, and Tamlyn,
thin human male, also dressed in the light armor bearing Serenity's colors.
Tamlyn also nods his agreement and moves into position closer to the apartment's
door. The camera turns to face the door once more.
"Trax, there is no answer at the door, we are entering the apartment and
hoping for the best.", Jason's voice sounds slow and reserved. "Video and audio
links up. Are you recieving?"
"You're coming in clean. I've got 2 condor's in the air, in position in 2"
"I'll take point. Tamlyn, you and Castor have my back. Chris, you bring up
a slow rear. On three."
The camera jerks quickly downward as Jason reaches out for the door with his
left hand, in his right you see a sawed off combat shotgun pointed towards the
door's jamb.
Jason looks back at the two in the hall, nods, and shoulders open the door,
bringing the shot gun to bear. He quickly sweeps the room, left to right, and
back again. Castor enters the room, head low to the ground, followed quickly by
Tamlyn, who is carrying a gun that you would swear was about as big as
he is.
JRS: "Im clear"
Tamlyn: "Same here."
Christine: "We've entered apartment number 6. No sign of our charge.
Sweeping and securing apartment".
Trax: "Ok. Drones in place shortly. Showing no activity around the outside
of the building"
JRS: "Chris, rear gaurd, Tam, room on left, Ill take right. Go"
The image jumps as Jason moves on the door on the right. He pauses for a
second, and pushes open the door to the bedroom. Again he sweeps the rooms but
finds nothing more than a rumpled futon-like bed, and bits and pieces of
take-out soy products strewn about the floor. There is a small hooded
lantern still buring near the head of the make-shift bed.
Tamlyn: "Fraggit! Medic! Castor, <Translated from Ojibwa: OUT. STAY>"
The hallway bounces past as Jason rushes to Tamlyn's side. He cautiously
enters the room to find Tamlyn kneeling besides the bathtub, soaking wet and
holding a lifeless body. The water, crimson in color, is still splashing over
the sides from where Tamlyn wrestled with the body.
Trax: "DocWagon has been dispatched."
JRS: "Get DocWag...Thank you."
Christine: "Trax, lock down Tam's camera."
Trax: "You are all locked down as of 19:23:17. LoneStar has been notified."
JRS: "Lay him down. Draw a sample."
Christine: "My image is grainy, Trax, can you enhance?"
Trax: "Done"
Christine: "I have identification. Thats our charge"
JRS: "Trax, start feeding me back Tam's footage from the time he entered the
room. Dump it directly to internal mememory, Ill grind on it in a second"
Neuron Basher: "I've got that covered. No enhancement. You're good to go,
Jas"
Tamlyn: "Hey's way gone. No pulse, no nothing. I'd say suicide from the cuts
on the wrists."
JRS: "Your footage shows he was face down when you entered, thats not suicide."
Jason rolls the body onto its back. The camera zooms in on the victim's wrists,
each in turn, to show the deep gash across the vein. Then to the bloody
razor blade laying on the edge of the basin.
Trax: "DocWagon is landing outside. I hope you are finished in there"
Christine: "Trax, our 'out of place' visitor, how far away has he gotten?"
Trax: "Not very. I have a drone on him, but he seems to know I am there. He
is driving west on 228 towords 208, Ill lose him there for sure"
Tamlyn: "Catch!"
Jason turns in time to see Tam slump to the ground.
JRS: "No...Damnit. Tam's gone astral. Do you have the DMV report on the
vehicle yet?"
Trax: "Yes, I also have incoming for you from Maria"
JRS: "Hold that one up..."
3 DocWagon employees enter the room. Two holding AK-97's and the third a med
kit.
JRS: "Officer Jason Stormwind, Serenity Security -- 1 body, dead. Apparent
suicide. Request enough time finish preliminary checks"
Ridge: "Ridge, Medic, DocWagon. When we are done, you can do whatever you
like"
JRS: "Understood."
Jason's camera follows the medic into the bath and watches intently as
he works his 'magic' over the body. A few minutes later Ridge stands and
walks back out.
Ridge: "Nothing we can do. He's a squatter, where are we sending the bill
for this?"
JRS: "Serenity will pick it up. Thanks for the quick response. Formalities
out of the way, can you cart for us? We'll need a workup on him to see what
really happened here."
Ridge: "Yeah, no problem. Gotta move in 5, can you finish up in that time?"
JRS: "Sure."
With that, Jason walks back into the bath and resumes his preliminary assesment.
Trax: "The elf has made it to 208, heading north. I've lost him. Maria is
getting impatient."
JRS: "Damn, Ridge's arrival set me off, patch her through. *pause* Maria
won't send anyone in to assist."
Christine: "No surprise there, we are only a couple miles from GC, _WE_ don't
want to be here! Trax, I'm coming out to the van, I need my fingerprint kit."
The camera peek around the corner to watch Chris walk from the apartment then
turns back to both bodies on the floor. Jason moves over to Tamlyn and lifts
his body and moves it out to the living room. Castor follows, not letting
Tam out of his sight. Back in the bathroom, gloved hands carefully look
over the body. Meticulously going over it inch by inch. Slowly turning the
body over the the image swiftly zooms in on a small fading purple mark at the
base of the neck.
Neuron Basher: "That cinches it."
JRS: "Yeah. I didnt expect to find anything at all. Figured the perp would
have used squirt or gas to bring him down. I guess he figured the bruise would
have drained faster, or that no one would care enough to check. Great."
Neuron Basher: "Focus on the bruise again."
Jason follows the directions and slowly draws his eye back along the victim's
shoulder blade and stops.
Neuron Basher: "No, up...on the neck. See the ring?"
JRS: "Yeah, I suspect it was either with a hand or a sap of some sort."
Neuron Basher: "I agree"
>From behind you can hear a slightly groggy Tamlyn clear his throat.
Tamlyn: "I'd love to say I lost him, but I never found him. Too much drek
floating around out there. Can barely see my hand infront of my face."
JRS: "Null. Its ok, man. You didn't have the backup you needed anyway."
Ridge: "Times up -- We've just been put back in the call queue and can
be reassigned any second now. I need your stiff if I am going to take him
with us."
JRS: "We're done. Thanks."
Ridge: "Jason, I need your signature for this transfer."
JRS: "Damn, I was hoping you would forget"
Ridge: "Never. It comes out of MY paycheck if I blow it"
JRS: "Amazing how the 'paper'-pushers cover their asses. Here ya go. Thanks
again."
+++++ END TRANSMISSION
Christine checked over the apartment, the only finger prints we found were
belonging to the victim. LSS is shit-canning the investigation. I have to
make call my contact to close out this call.
Damnit, I hate when we lose!]<<<<<
-- Jason R. Stormwind <20:24:37 / 08-02-57>
Field Officer
Serenity Security
