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Post by GuardsGhost on Nov 1, 2014 19:29:55 GMT -5
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It was another bright day on the streets of Shady Sands. Citizens of the NCR labored, shopped, and relaxed under the flag of the Bear flying from the windows of buildings and over city hall in a show of patriotism in support of the recent victories against the Legion. It was a good town, and a good life for many. Most of the beggars had been sweeped off the streets by conscription or jail time, and due to the deployment of troops out of the territory, plenty of jobs were around.
A group of children laughed, kicking a ball back and forth in the street as a woman leaned out the window, smiling at them as she watched them.
Officer Steven Matery was walking down that road, whistling a tune to himself. He was wearing his dress blues, and every aspect of it was neat despite the dust that coated parts of it such as the knees. Everything had been smoothed out, not a wrinkle on the uniform, and the sun shined off the badge when the beams touched it just so, a glinting symbol for all to see. The law of the land was here, and it was in the form of a thirty year old man whistling as he walked down the road. The children paused their ball game as they gradually noticed the man, and stared at him curiously. They were still young enough to be awed by the sight of a man in uniform, and draw some strange sense of comfort from it. One of them was shaken out of his trance and kicked the ball over to the man, shouting his name in recognition: "Hey Mister Matery!"
Steven turned around as the ball rolled over to him, and he kicked it back to the boys, a small smile creasing his face. He loved his work, he really did. And he loved the people of his city. And he knew the affection was mutual in most cases, could see that in the grinning faces of the boys who began kicking the ball again, laughing. He called over to them, his voice calm and kindly, that of an older brother.
"Hey kids! Careful with that now, don't want to give your Mother there a fright if one of you get hit in the head!" He tipped his patrol hat at the lady watching the children, who favored him with a smile.
"Thanks Officer, but I'm not their Ma, I'm their sister!" She called back, mocking him in a friendly manner. Matery laughed, turning faintly red as the children laughed at his mistake. "Well I'm awfully sorry Miss, I couldn't help but think that a woman showing such gentle care for a group of kids could be anything other than their mother, what with how thoughtful you look!" He retorted, earning himself another smile as he tipped his head and continued his patrol, whistling all the while.
As he continued walking, he came upon one of the few beggars in this part of the city, the man was dressed in ragged clothing with a few empty bottles of beer near him. Steven slowed his pace, recognizing him. "Heya John. No luck finding any work yet?" He inquired softly, crouching down infront of the man.
The beggar looked up at him upon hearing his name, frowning behind his graying beard. "No. I found work. They fired me because I showed up drunk. It wasn't my fault Steven, it wasn't! That bastard Ato got me drunk after my first day to celebrate, and-!" Steve held up a hand, nodding.
"Easy Johnny, easy. You can come stay at my place for the night, and we'll help you find a job. But you -gotta- quit the booze, or else this will keep happening. Ato or not. Remember: 'Life is ten percent what happens to me, and ninety-percent how I react to it'." His tone was scolding, but not in a self righteous manner. He pat the man on the shoulder, and stood up as the homeless man sighed, resting back against the wall.
Steven continued his patrol. It was a shame about Johnny, but the man wasn't his responsibility. He'd give him a roof for a bit, then kick him out if he couldn't find work in a week.
His musings were cut short however, by a sudden scream in the distance, followed by several gunshots, and then a rat-a-tat-tat that he knew all too well. Steven froze, his ears perking up at the scream. The gunshots got him running. It took him seven minutes to get to the scene, as he drew his revolver. A crowd was already gathering, and he pointed it in the air, shouting: "POLICE! EVERYONE CLEAR THE SCENE! NOW!" The shot scattered the crowd a bit, enough for him to get to the scene. Only for him to freeze in shock.
Two bodies were on the ground, a man and a woman. The man was so riddled with bullets that his features were almost indistinguishable, and both corpses were laying in a pool of blood.
"Jesus H. Christ-" He murmured, eyes wide. This was a scene straight out from the war, not a normal murder. Bullet holes still lined the wall behind the corpses, and in the ground.
He removed his radio from his jacket, and turned it on. "This is Officer Steven Matery, get the Vault City girl over here and several other officers. We've got two bodies."
He crouched down outside the pool of blood, looking over the scene before glancing over his shoulder, the crowd was gathering again and some were getting dangerously close to the scene. He stood up, and blocked their access to it, his mind racing with a single thought.
Whoever had wanted those two dead, didn't care if they were found.
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Jas
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Post by Jas on Nov 2, 2014 12:45:24 GMT -5
So you want to know how this all started - how Frank Balder ended up here? Well that's a long story, so you better pay attention pal - and I'm going to need another drink.
What's this supposed to be? Looks like you watered down the whiskey with dirty water. Never mind, it'll do.
Times were simpler back then. Sure there'd be your typical Wasteland ruckus as usual, small gangs in the city or a radroach infestation, but there is always one case that's the tipping point...
Shady Sands wasn't just the capital of the New California Republic, it served as an ideal for the citizens of the Wasteland and how far humanity had come since the Great War. Old buildings that had once been in disarray were constantly being resurfaced and renovated, the city had its own fully-equipped police force, and people walked the streets without fear of being torn to shreds by a wandering deathclaw. If there was a settlement that most resembled the Old World in regards to government and civility, Shady Sands was the place. But akin to its name, the capital of the NCR had inevitably retained other shady staples of the past: greed, jealousy, and corruption.
Frank Balder took deep breath of fresh air as he walked out of the small apartment building he and his wife, Becky, lived in. His uniform was clean and neatly pressed to a point that Frank could never achieve himself no matter what he tried. Damn, I love that woman. The two had met through work ties, his work through the Shady Sands Police Department bringing him into contact with the Hall of Congress where she worked as an archivist for government documents and the like. That was a few months ago and now they were living together with a baby on the way. Life is precious in this post-apocalyptic world and the news of a baby was a source of hope for the individual as much as Shady Sands was a source of hope for civilization.
Frank closed his eyes turned his head towards the sky, feeling the sun warm his face. At that moment the sound of gunfire perforated the air, shattering the humble sounds of the city. His eyes flashed open as he ducked and reached for his issued revolver, quickly scanning the street for the source of the shots. It took less than a moment for him to process it came from further away, probably a few city blocks. He took off at a sprint down the street as a voice buzzed over the radio on his uniform.
A crowd had already gathered by the crime scene, encircled around the momentary source of chaos and confusion. Frank scanned the crowd and the street as he approached the mob of people, noting the electronic repair shop across the way with the deactivated Mister Gutsy in the window. "POLICE OFFICER COMING THROUGH, MOVE OUT OF THE WAY!" He pushed his way through the growing crowd to find that his partner, Officer Steven Matery, had already arrived on scene.
Giving Officer Matery a nod, he processed the scene before him in his mind. Two bodies. Male and female. Bullet wounds, mostly inflicted on the male. Very brutal and very public, intended to send a message no doubt. There wasn't someone already in handcuffs either so this had been done quickly and efficiently it seemed, possibly the work of a professional.
It took a moment before he heard his partner speaking to him, trying to get his attention. He turned away from the gruesome scene to confer with his fellow officer.
"Did you catch what happened here, Matery?"
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salamander
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Eh, I thought Frozen was alright.
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Post by salamander on Nov 2, 2014 16:31:56 GMT -5
Stanley Orzamer jumped when the gunshots rang out. He and another officer were playing Caravan with a couple caravan guards. His radio barked out orders to get the vault girl. His fellow officer replied that the vault girl would be on the scene shortly and told Stanley to go ahead of her. Stan nodded and scooped up his blue hat saying briefly to the guards "Good luck, fellas." before rushing off. He raced across town, taking shortcuts here and there. Several citizens waved to him, but yelped and got out of the way when he shot past them. He took out his radio as he made his way toward where the gunshots were. "Officer Orzamer en route." he clipped his radio back on and rounded a corner at breakneck speed. As he neared the scene he took out his 10mm pistol and scanned the immediate area. After he was satisfied that the area was clear, he holstered his pistol and observed the gruesome scene.
"Damn. This is sheer wasteland brutality." he said, his stomach churning at the mangled corpses of the victims.
Stanley looked closer, this seemed like the work of raiders. Messy and brutal. It obviously wasn't done with the intent of efficiency, a silenced .22 would have easily sufficed. No, it was definitely mean't to scare the living crap out of people. Personally, he wasn't impressed, he had seen far worse in his time with the WMC. But most people here hadn't even been outside of the city, and this wasn't a common occurrence. The question was who did it and why.
"Mary is on her way with the girl." he said distractedly, referring to the officer he had been playing cards with.
Stanley looked behind him and saw some kids gawking at the scene. They seemed mesmerized and horrified by the mangled bodies.
"Hey you kids need to run on home! Go on!" he yelled. They jumped at the sound of his voice and scurried off, one of them dropping a doll in the middle of the street. He grimaced. What would run through a kid's head when they saw that? At least it wasn't me.Stop that, Stanley scolded himself. They didn't grow up in a fucked town like New Reno, you did.
"Hey, we need to get these bodies covered up. We don't want people gawking at 'em."
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Post by The Lost Traveler on Nov 2, 2014 18:50:20 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry I’m late guys. So much for being a first responder.
Her Hermes needed another damn tune up.
At least it was an easy fix this time. The fuel cell controller was leaking – if it went on too long, forget the bike not working properly, there was a chance she might get some Rads. Peering beneath the body, Allie laid down on her back and began screwing in one of the bolts. Once tight, she then scooted out from under it and reached for some duct tape lying on her workbench.
Then she heard the scream.
Before she even heard the gunshots, Allie moved, thrusting open the door to the garage and leaping up the stairs two at a time until she reached her room. Another flung open door later and she was inside, stripping off her repair man jumpsuit and tossing it over a chair. Blindly a hand darted into the closet and pulled out a uniform. She got one pant leg in before she realized it.
It was her Vault City Security Armor … damn it!
Not having time to hang it up, she dumped it on the floor and threw on her proper uniform, pausing for a split of a second to make sure everything was according to protocol before darting back down the stairs to the garage. A moment later her Hermes started up (thank God!) and she was zooming out of the garage passed startled passersby who still, after five years, were not used to the sound of the vehicle speeding past them.
She was about to head to the scene of the shooting when she spotted Officer Orzamer and Officer Lutece sitting by an overturned Sasparilla crate. Or rather, she spotted Mary Lutece there and saw the fleeing back of Orzamer – the man must have charged in the direction of the shooting the moment he heard it. The other woman officer flagged her down, and, sighing, Allie stalled her bike long enough for Officer Lutece to hop on.
“"This is Officer Steven Matery, get the Vault City girl over here and several other officers. We've got two bodies.” She heard buzz over her radio with a snap of static.
“Lieutenant Didton here, with Officer Lutece, we’re on route … and Matery, don’t let me catch you calling me that again.”
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The two women arrived at the scene of the crime before long, however, the short pause was long enough it seemed. Officer Orzamer and Balder were already at the scene, and Matery too, of course, since he was the one to call it in. There were also a few kids who were scurrying off from gawking, apparently told to fuck off by Orzamer. Allie stopped, let Officer Lutece jump off, and turned her gaze to Officer Matery, “I’m going ahead to search the area – the perpetrators are still at large and may still be in range.”
With that she revved up the engine and started forward –
Until it died with a sputter.
“You got to be fucking kidding me.” Allie muttered under her breath. She kicked out the sidestand, got off and peered underneath. Sure enough, the bolt had come loose and a new torrent of fusion fuel leaked out of the fuel cell controller. I’m going to have to wheel it back home again. She picked up the doll that was dropped in the street, stowed it in the pack strapped on back, then snapped on some gloves and approached the group.
“Homicide isn’t my Department, but I’ll help collect evidence for the lab. Let’s cordon off the area and get some blankets for the bodies like Officer Orzamer said.”
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Post by Endicott on Nov 3, 2014 12:24:35 GMT -5
Today was not a good day to be in the wake of Schaffer's wrath. Some of his darker connections had revealed to him that a certain officer within the PD was about to give evidence against him to the lieutenant, and he couldn't let that happen for obvious reasons, and he hadn't. Outside of town, outside the NCR's patrol route radius, he had that particular officer with him, a shovel and a 6 foot hole. The officer was already beaten and bruised, having been interrogated by Schaffer for the past ten minutes.
"Who ya' gonna' tell now, eh?"
The bruised, beaten Officer Jamison responded as best he could, given his serious injuries.
"Ch-... chill out, Joey.. I wasn't-"
"You're still breathing, prick, and I can't let you go because of what you could tell the El-Tee."
"No... pl-.. please."
"The end is very fucking neigh for ya', Johnny Boy. Say hello to Frankie when you pass on, will ya'?"
"F-...fuck... you."
Schaffer mercilessly delivered the killing blow and rolled the body into the grave. Schaffer was corrupt, but even this was dark for him. Nevertheless, he began piling on the dirt as quickly as possible, the desert heat making him sweat like the pig he was. Within half hour, the dirt had covered the noble officer, and Schaffer applied the finishing touches; namely dusting over the dug-up area to make it blend in and pouring some water out of his flask to wash the blood into the sand.
Halfway through walking back to Shady Sands, having ditched the shovel in a lonely outhouse in the desert, his radio began jittering.
“"This is Officer Steven Matery, get the Vault City girl over here and several other officers. We've got two bodies.”, he heard faintly, still just approaching the city limits. The dark-hearted cop approached the front gates, and the NCR guards asked him, without much suspicion, at least not of him.
"Did you find Johnny out there? No-one in the city's seen him since yesterday night, and the boss is busting my balls about."
"Heh, nah', can't say I did see him out there. God knows where he is... maybe the earth just opens itself up and swallows people every now and then, eh?"
"I wouldn't be surprised."
Schaffer chuckled on the way into the city, approaching the crime scene, later than all the other Officer's of course due to his recent activity...
"Sorry, m'am.", he said to the Lieutenant apologetically, "Guess I need to get this damn radio fixed.. took me a while to pin down where the scene was... fuckin' things."
Schaffer was playing a dangerous game, and so far the cards were tipped in his favour.
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Post by Zelus on Nov 3, 2014 16:56:55 GMT -5
The Gomorrah, New Vegas
A few days ago
Soft music from before the war plays quietly in one of the suits on the level of the same name. If one was to open the door, the lights would be dimmed, bar two lamps lit up on either side of the bed. There on the bed lies a woman. Moving closer to look over her, it would reveal her expression to be peaceful, almost as if she was asleep. The unfortunate truth however, was that she was not asleep, but dead. Wire held around her wrists, and her legs were bound to the posts at the end of the bed. Blood has been dripping from the corpse for the longest time, having soaked through the mattress and creating a pool of blood underneath the bed.
Every so often, the pages of a newspaper being turned can be heard from the chair nearest the bed, shortly followed by a soft sigh.
“What has become of the world today?” the shadowed figure asked quietly as he folded the paper up. “It seems my presence is required elsewhere for now, my dear. I was so looking forward to your discovery too… But alas, I must leave.” His voice was soft, barely above a whisper. It would’ve almost sounded caring and disappointed, had there have been a witness, but there wasn’t.
The figure slowly rose to his feet, and stepped into the light, carefully avoiding the pool of blood that had spread out from under the bed. His face still was shadowed, even as he slowly sat down on the edge of the bed. He reached out and stroked the woman’s cheek. “Goodbye my dear, you were quite a lot of fun... However it seems I have a copycat over in Shady Sands, and of course by now I am sure you are aware of how much I truly detest unoriginality.”
The figure then rose and tucked the folded Wasteland Gazette into his inner suit pocket. And turned to the radio that sat nearest the lamp and with a gloved hand, he raised the volume and started walking away from his latest victim.
Silently he walked towards the stairs that led down into the living area of the suit. He placed a slow hand on the rail and began walking down the steps. He got about half way, before sighing deeply and shaking his head. “How unfortunate it is that I have to leave...”
He carried on walking down the stairs, and took his fedora from the stand and placed it calmly atop his head. Slowly he opened the door and stepped out into the hall, before smiling at the nearest Omerta guard.
“If you wouldn’t mind standing guard, the lady is sleeping it off… I’d rather she isn’t disturbed for a while.” He gently whispered as he got close to the man, before slipping a few NCR bills into his pocket.
It was time for him to leave and so he moved off to the elevator. Once the button was pressed he waited for it to arrive. Casually he took a glance to the door to his suite. He smiled beneath the fedora, before stepping into the elevator. Soon enough he was making his way to Shady Sands.
The Train Station, Shady Sands
Now
As the train rolled in, many people began to wait by the doors to the NCR’s capital. Amongst them was a figure, dressed in a suit, with gloved hands and a black fedora. He held a briefcase in one hand, and a newspaper under the other. To everyone he was a nobody, no one had thought that just a few days ago, he had captured and murdered a lady in the Mojave. He was the serial killer known as the Vulture. He silently watched the crowd as the doors opened to the carriage and they all flooded out and onto the platform.
The Vulture soon followed afterwards, and breathed in as he stepped out into the air. He smirked. It would be good to experience his first kill in this city. Of course it wouldn’t just be anyone, oh no. He had a clear target in mind. A copycat killer, one without imagination, one that he personally would take out, he would revel in it. A smirk was on his face as he walked over to the nearest bench and sat calmly down on it, placing his briefcase in front of him.
He was there for some time, the crowds disbursed, either heading into the city or boarding the train. It was then a woman with high heels walked up next to him, dressed in a business suit and a hat that had two feathers stuck in it. She slowly sat town and without looking she spoke.
“It is good… to… finally me-meet you… I got your letters, and that parcel you sent me, tha-thank you sir. I have laid the preparations for your arrival… I-I hope it will suit your needs well. If-If I can be of any service, just le-let me know.” she spoke with an occasional stutter, glancing at the man next to her every now and then. It was almost like she was nervous to meet someone who she idolised, and of course that was the case. “Sha-Shall I take you to your new apartment?” She asked.
“I would be most grateful. The sooner I am settled, the sooner I can get to work...” The Vulture smiled charmingly and he slowly got to his feet, picking up his briefcase as he did so.
The lady too got up, and turned to leave, the Vulture followed after and they walked into the city. Soon enough the two had vanished, almost as if they were never there at all.
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Post by GuardsGhost on Nov 6, 2014 22:58:28 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry this is taking a bit! Will post tomorrow.
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Post by GuardsGhost on Nov 7, 2014 21:14:37 GMT -5
Matery greeted the arriving officers warmly and politely as they arrived, nodding thankfully at the appearance of Orzamer and his partner, Frank. "Thank Christ the two of you are here. And yeah, of course we need to cover them up. I don't have anything on me though, wasn't exactly expecting -homicide- over here. This is one of the nicer neighborhoods." He explained, casting a wary glance over the crowd and the corpses. "We'll wait for the Lieutenant to get here. She should have something in that -thing- of hers."
And so he waited, just securing the scene while he waited for reinforcements.
Even the Vault City Girl got a polite greeting. Matery didn't mean anything overtly malicious about the name, but wasn't exactly known for his social graces."Lieutenant." He remarked, placing his hands on his hips as he looked over the scene. He removed one of his hands and rubbed some dust out of his eye with a closed hand, glancing over his shoulder. His other eye detected the crowd inching a bit away at the arrival of all the other officers.
"I didn't see anything, unfortunately. I arrived on scene as soon as I heard shots, but they got away. Clean escape. And yeah, do you happen to have any blankets in that...thing, Lieutenant?"He inquired towards her, faintly uneasy with the scene like it was. Matery was far from squeamish, but even this was bad for him. And he had fought in the war, seen things.
"Better late than never Schaffer-" He called over as the man greeted the Lieutenant, somewhat sardonically.
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Jas
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Post by Jas on Nov 7, 2014 23:21:00 GMT -5
So there it was, some poor sucker and what I could only assume to be his lady had been gunned down in broad daylight. At the time there hadn’t been something that stirred up so much attention in Shady Sands for quite some time, but considering all that’s happened since… well…
At the time I was fairly fresh to the Force, just by a few months. It had been enough time to become familiar with the faces but not enough to get to know people and form friendships – you know, the kind of thing you’re thankful for when the bullets start flying or regret when they find their mark.
The one person I had been somewhat acquainted with was my partner, Steve. We’d been partnered together almost from the moment I signed on. Both of us had served with the NCR – heck, a lot of us cops had some kind of military background of some sort – and that brought us closer, even though we rarely spoke of it. It was through him that I’d met Becky. They had brought a stability and balance to my life where the war and the drinking… well, you get the picture.
Alright, alright, I will. You have less patience than me bud, you could use a drink. Now where was I? Right, the first crime scene…
As Matery explained how he had come upon the scene only moments earlier, fellow officers began to arrive at the site of the bullet-ridden tapestry of death. Most had arrived on foot, but Lieutenant Didton arrived on her motorcycle, Hermes, in typical fashion. Everyone called her the “Vault City girl”, but the one time a couple months back Balder called her that himself she’d given him a look that made him feel like he’d end up like the two victims whose brains were currently baking on the sidewalk. Since then he’d stuck with referring to his superior as Lieutenant Didton. A small grin came to Balder’s face when he heard the old world machine come rumbling down the street, despite the grisly scene. I need to ride one of those someday.
Soon enough the area had been somewhat blocked off, the crowd had been moved back a good bit anyways. Someone was off grabbing something to cover the bodies when Frank saw Officer Schaffer arrive at the scene. Well he certainly took his time. He watched as Schaffer approached the scene, saying something to the Lieutenant and gesturing briefly towards his radio. The exchange only took a brief moment, but it was enough time for Balder to notice that his fellow officer’s pants had a good bit more dust along the bottom than your average joe who was strolling around the streets of Shady Sands. Probably nothing, the guy probably hadn't washed them in a while. But still, it gnawed away at Frank's mind...
Balder had only spoken with Schaffer a few times around the headquarters, which generally equated to a simple “hello” or a silent nod. If you kept your ears open and you listened hard enough at the Police Department rumours of the mysterious cop would no doubt surface. One word had a certain habit of showing up in such rumours: corruption. Frank didn’t know the legitimacy of these rumours for sure, but he did know that his fellow officer gave him bad vibes.
Matery had offered a sardonic remark at Schaffer’s late arrival, but Frank decided to take things a step further and casually confront him. As Schaffer left the lieutenant and approached the crime scene, Balder intercepted him.
“Hey Schaffer, been rolling around in the dirt with radscorpions lately or something?” Frank smirked and gave a light nod to the man’s dust-coated pants before looking up to judge the cop’s reaction.
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salamander
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Eh, I thought Frozen was alright.
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Post by salamander on Nov 7, 2014 23:45:36 GMT -5
Stan kept back a noise of disgust as Schaffer arrived late on scene. He had met some snakes in his life, but Schaffer... there was just something about him. Stan shook the sick feeling in his stomach. He needed to be focused. Stan noticed a couple of blankets on clothes line, feebly fluttering in the desert breeze. He walked over to them and plucked them off the clothesline and laid them over the bodies.
When Matery gave him a disapproving look, he said simply " She can take it out of my paycheck." Mary, his partner, had went off to get some police tape and handed it too him
"You're on tape duty today." she said with a faint smile. He smirked and started taping off the crime scene, as he passed Balder and Schaffer, he heard the rookie make a smug remark to the cop. He shook his head and said loud enough for both of them to hear
"There ain't gonna be any fights on this scene, you feel me?" Stan was a beefy guy and he meant what he said. He would take both of them out before he would allow some dumb scrap at a murder scene.
"You need to be focused, you hear me rookie? I don't care how long you served with the NCR, you're still green to Police work. So get your head of your ass and get to work."
It was a bit harsh, especially since he was only poking fun. But Stan knew what Schaffer was like and he wouldn't allow a fight here.
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Post by The Lost Traveler on Nov 15, 2014 13:07:12 GMT -5
Moments after Matery asked about the blankets, Stan left to grab some sheets off a clothesline. “Looks like Officer Orzamer has it covered.” She said, gesturing to his back. She took note that Officer Lutece left to get some tape before glancing back down at the bodies.
The sound of footsteps made her turn around. A single look made her back stiffen up.
She had been briefed about Officer Schaffer. While in Homicide there may just be unpleasant rumors, in Narcotics it was more than that. They had three different instances of drug trades that it was suspected that he had either been involved in, participated in or even lead. But despite it all, the department had never gotten enough evidence to pin anything on him. There had been something promising in the last couple days when Officer Jamison (a known associate of Schaffer’s) said he had something to say, but –
“"Sorry, m'am", Officer Schaffer said as he stalked up with a smug air wafting off him, “Guess I need to get this damn radio fixed… took me a while to pin down where the scene was... fuckin' things."
The officer hadn’t arrived at their arranged meeting this morning.
“Better late than never Schaffer.” Matery said.
Just let it go for now, Al. Allie sighed, “Yes, quite. We’ll brief you on the situation.”
But of course it was the newbie who jumped the gun when she decided to let things rest. Officer Frank Balder seemed to be itching for a promotion to detective and he wasted no time going forward and interrogating the officer about the dirt on the man’s pants. Allie had noticed the smears as well, but there was no way of telling if he had just been taking a stroll on the outskirts of Shady Sands or … was out burying Officer Jamison in a ditch somewhere.
To make matters worse Officer Orzamer approached the two after laying down some blankets and started to throw his weight around. Before the three could start bickering in some way, her voice cut in through the argument.
“Men. The crime scene?”
She said it with her back facing them, her eyes scanning the scene. Again, Homicide wasn’t her department but there were still details she could pick up like the scattered shell casings and the direction of the blood that dripped from the bodies.
She turned to her Hermes and opened up the knapsack on the back. Sure enough, there were blankets there, but more importantly there was also an old pre-war camera. Prior to the establishment of the Shady Sands Police force the things were only good for scrap metal, but they managed to get a couple of them working again for first responders. She reached over the line of tape, lifted the blanket with her fingers and snapped a few pictures – getting the position of the bodies and splatters of blood.
After that she went back to the bike and pulled out some black cones with numbers on them and matching numbered bags as well. She turned around and handed them to some of the officers behind her, “Help me mark the scene.”
Later, as she was putting done 7 and slipping in a shell casing in the 7 ziplock bag, she turned to the nearest officer (Matery again, he seemed to be the man of the hour) and asked, “What type of ammo do you think this is?” as she sealed the bag with a hiss.
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I added some gear that it would make sense for Allie to have stored in her Hermes as a first responder to crime scenes.
1. Blankets (self-explanatory)
2. Camera (This is really necessary for police work, and since you can snap pictures for a artist in New Vegas why wouldn't the NCR give that recovered technology to their police department?)
3. Cotton swabs (The most tricky. Does Shady Sands even have dna testing? Given the longlasting robots that exists in the Fallout universe, maybe there’s a Forensics Mister Handy that exists? I didn't mention them in the post and I'm ready to get rid of it from the profile).
4. Numbered markers and Ziplock bags
5. Chalk (to do body outlines)
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Post by Endicott on Nov 18, 2014 16:29:55 GMT -5
Schaffer could sense some kind of light animosity from his fellow boys-in-blue (and girls, of course), but he acted like it was nothing. Today had been a good day, it would be best to not go digging in the dirt... so to speak. Balder's comment coxed a chuckle out of him reluctantly, sprinkled with a pinch of sarcasm.
"Neh', just finished climbing off o' ya' motha'. Tell that gurl' to take a boith' sometime, will ya'? Feels like I'm fucking sandpaper!", he giggled obnoxiously, trying to lighten the mood with what little sense of humour he had within him. Balder just looked pissed, but luckily good old Stan was there to stop it going any further.
"There ain't gonna be any fights on this scene, you feel me?"
"'Course not, Stan, as if I even would!", he said exaggeratedly, trying to sound somewhat insulted by whom he considered a little prick.
But, the matter at hand. Two victims, both died from an oblivious dose of lead, and right in the street too. Schaffer had over a dozen people he knew that could've been behind it in Shady Sands, and so all of them would remain exempt from this investigation as long as they paid their dues. Even so, it interested him. Who kills in broad daylight, and with such a powerful weapon like an automatic? Something felt wrong here. If someone he had known had been behind it, they wouldn't of been dumb enough to gun some poor souls down in the street... well, maybe.
Schaffer bent down for a further inspection., refraining from getting two close to this match made on the sidewalk.
"This doesn't feel right... a couple gettin' shot up in broad daylight with an automatic? Someone wanted to make a fuckin' big impression. If we got any idea who this unlucky couple are, we could sniff around for a lead on any vendetta-type bullshit going on between them and someone else.", he said, actually taking on a serious tone for the first time all day.
But something was wrong with Schaffer today. For the first time in a while, he had actually been disturbed in seeing a corpse.
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Post by Zelus on Nov 23, 2014 3:16:43 GMT -5
((GG told me to post here that I told him to skip me, but he forgot so this is why we've been waiting, sorry folks!))
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Post by Jas on Dec 5, 2014 11:13:10 GMT -5
Say one little thing and everyone turns into a friggin’ deathclaw. It became clear in that moment why it was the speculations surround Schaffer’s “extra-curricular activities” were limited to just that - speculation. He was a good cop when he needed to be, there was no doubt about that, but even with all the rumours of corruption and certain people going missing no one seemed to be willing to say anything or look further. Another deal went down or another body turns up, and all that happens is the suspicious looks and whispering become more frequent for a time. Since making a joking remark seemed to be out of the question, Balder’s attention turned back towards the crime scene and the area surrounding it.
The area had been cordoned off pretty tightly and the officers of Shady Sands were working like a well-oiled machine to keep everything moving as they processed the scene. The bodies had been covered with a couple blankets by Officer Orzamer a few moments ago, Schaffer was examining the scene, and the Lieutenant was discussing some evidence she’d picked up with Officer Matery. At this point, unless a small piece of evidence had been overlooked, there wouldn’t be much progress until the evidence had been processed or witnesses to the shooting had been questioned. Balder looked back at the gathered crowd figuring if someone had seen something odds were likely that they had hung around like everyone else. His eyes then moved past the crowd, once again coming to rest on the electronic repair shop across the road, although the deactivated Mr. Gutsy was no longer in the store front window. If it was deactivated…
Balder walked over to Orzamer to get his opinion on it, a second opinion would probably be good before he took action on a whim this time and Stan was usually blatantly honest with his opinion.
“Orzamer, hey - do you reckon a Mister Gutsy could describe or play back something it had ‘seen’?”
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Post by GuardsGhost on Dec 12, 2014 12:15:07 GMT -5
Matery scowled at the three men arguing, and for once agreed with the Vault City girl. He shook his head at them, and shot his partner a warning look as he moved to assist Didton with her bags and the other equipment on the Herme's. "Ammo type? Christ...by the damage it did, we're not dealing with 9 Mil. I'm thinking more like 5.56. But we won't really know until we clear this all up and get them back to the department."
He then took his bag, walking away to begin marking the scene as he had been ordered to. Despite his occasional disagreements with Didton, she was in charge. Better her than him. As he walked past Balder and Orzamer and heard their conversation, he paused, raising a brow at his partner. "If you two want to go check it out, go ahead. Not like we've got much else to go off of. If there's actually a lead from that thing over there, lunch is on me. I'm baffled myself. Someone carrying a weapon strong enough to do this should have been able to been spotted a mile away. But they weren't. So go ahead and check it out, yeah?" He encouraged the two men, continuing to mark the scene.
Matery then called over to Schaffer, "Hey! Come over here and help me, would ya? Unless you're getting squeamish all of a sudden." Even though his tone sounded joking, there was a hint of concern in it as well, and his next words confirmed it. "It's worse than what we usually deal with fella's, but just rough through it. Quicker we get this done, quicker we get off the street, and quicker these poor folks can get burials." He gestured at the bloodied limbs, and then continued walking around the scene.
Matery was unable to find any more shell casings, and called over to Didton: "None over here! Least we know where the shooter was firing from."
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