((Side Cases are cases Hope personally investigates from start to finish and often happen in-between, around or along side other cases she is involved in. Take all dates and times mentioned with a dose of salt and faith.))
10-19-2015, 10PM, Alley Between Pewter Lane & Cobbler Street, 10-100 (Body Found):
*Dispatch to GIU 13. Dispatch to GIU 13. What's your 10-20?*
Hope swallowed the last of her cold coffee and tossed the paper cup into the public waste bin. A storm was starting to blow into Rhy'Din, a light drizzle was spattering her helmet and lent a slithery sheen to her leather jacket. The street lamps guttered and hissed above her as rogue drops of rain penetrated the glass guards. She snagged the radio transceiver from its cradle nestled next to her built in laptop on the motorcycle.
"Dispatch. GIU 13 reporting. I am at Main Street and Oak Way."
*4th Division reports a 10-100 found in the alleyway of the Market Place District between Pewter Lane and Cobbler Street.*
"10-4 Dispatch."
Hope hung up the transceiver and flipped on the motorcycles main drive motor, the capacitors humming as the batteries charged them up. The motorcycle rolled away with no fan fare or rumble. Just a quiet glide that matched the silent officer mounted on its back. Hope drove up Main Street and took a left on Cobbler Street where Pewter Lane would ambush it around a sharp corner of walls and brick piles.
Hope often wondered if she'd ever see this much action back in her old stomping grounds of Clover Rock, Washington. Muffled laughter wormed its way from the helmet into the wet, gossamer night. She'd have seen plenty of old, boring action. Tickets, warrants, domestic violence and lock ups of drunks. Here, she was seeing a lot of the same, but the types of trouble was where the similarity ended. Each response and report was a myriad of details from an Alice in Wonderland book gone wrong.
Reaching Silverstone Street, a block away from Pewter Lane, there was an amassing group of citizens coming out of dry shops and homes to get a look at the new bit of Rhy'Din excitement. Cheap thrills for the price of some damp clothes and maybe a fall cold. Hope turned on her red, white and blues but left the siren muted. People stepped away from the flashing L.E.D. light show, recognizing one of the few Watch Members that had made an effort to establish a presence in the city. Her trip to Pewter Lane was uninterrupted by anyone asking questions. A miserable looking lad in dew laden Watch Coat lifted the yellow crime scene tape and waved her to move into the crime scene.
Hope let the motorcycle roll to a stop fifty feet away from the yellow tape and turned off the motor. The L.E.D lights she switched off as well and dismounted. She took a hand held data pad and approached a ring of two Watch Lieutenants in uniform and two Watch members that appeared to be in civvies huddled under umbrellas. They were examining a bound body half submerged in soggy cardboard and street trash with flashlights. Hope flipped up her visor and caught the tail end of the men trying their hand at detective work.
Civilian #1 said to Liutenant #1: "It's gotta be a one off murder, Bill. We've never seen anyone murdered like this before. Maybe someone's gotten into that Brimstone Stuff? Ascend even?"
Civilian #2 said to Civilian #1: "Clancy, have you ever seen what we have here? This is a human victim. That new Brimstone stuff wouldn't make someone just kill people, right? Doubt Ascend would've caused it either."
Clancy said to Civilian #1: "James, how would you know if this bloke wasn't offed by someone taking Ascend or Brimstone? Could be a magic user or someone with a bit of the hidden family secret that tweeked the killer into a paranoid response?"
Bill said to Lieutenant #2: "Hank, I really doubt his death is from someone taking drugs."
Hope cleared her throat. "Ahem. Gentlemen. What do we have here?"
Bill muttered seeing the 27th's GIU star at their scene. "This isn't your district, Sergeant Jubal. This is 4th Divisions turf."
Hank gave Bill a smack to the back of his head. "Bill, Sergeant Jubal was directed here by Dispatch. If Dispatch wants the 27th here, then they have higher up orders."
Bill rubbed his head and glowered at Hank before he moved over to the alleyway wall to take a smoke break. James and Clancy stood, gave Hope respectful nods and gave her open access to the body. Hank stayed by Hopes side and filled her in.
"Sorry about Lieutenant Bill Madol. He get's touchy with anyone coming into his stomping grounds. I'm Hank Collery, Lieutenant for the 3rd Division. We share this little slice with 4th Division. Over there is Lieutenant Clancy Ruvern from 8th Divisions and Lieutenant James Gavry from 1st Division. They were off duty catching some coffee when they heard a scream from a woman outside of the coffee shop. The woman pointed to them the body among the boxes. They called in to Dispatch and Bill and I came out to investigate. We haven't moved the body yet, waiting for the CSI team but I guess you are the only one Dispatch reached so far."
Hope nodded to Hank as he finished the run down. "Good work so far. A bit surprised seeing four Lieutenants at one crime scene. Your divisions run off all the beat cops?" she gave Hank a good natured jibe.
Hank just smirked and waved for her to investigate away. Hope nodded to him and took off her helmet. Sitting it down on the wet cobblestones she pulled free her own flashlight from her belt and got closer to the body. She touched her data pad and a 'Recording in Process' was displayed. She pulled out of her jacket pocket a small head band with a camera on it and began to slowly lift away pieces of wet cardboard with the butt end of her light, disturbing the body as little as possible.
"Date is October 19th, 2015, 10pm. Sergeant Hope Jubal responding to a 10-100 at Pewter Lane and Cobbler Street. On scene are Lieutenants Bill Madol, 4th Division, Hank Collery, 3rd Division, and off duty Lieutenants Clancy Ruvern, 8th Division and James Gavery, 1st Division. Officers Ruvern and Gavery were first on the scene and first to report to Dispatch.
The victim is male, possibly mid-40's in age. Roughly 5 foot and 3 inches in height. No more than 120 pounds. Victim is laying on his side, dressed in a white wool shirt, crumpled black vest and green cotton pants. Hair is black fading to gray. Skin color is waxy white, possibly a sign of little exposure to light. Victim is bound by cotton rope at his bare feet, the knees and elbows. His feet are tinged blue indicating loss of circulation before death. Victim's eyes are covered by a dirty strip of canvas. A chunk of cork is lodged inside the victims mouth. Upon the victims cheeks appears to be two symbols scored into the flesh. A crude hand, open palmed and what appears to be an eye looking out at you.
Closer inspections indicate several possible causes of death. Victim has the same type of cotton rope wrapped around his throat. A small caliber entry wound is located between the victims brow ridges indicating that the shooter was no more than 3 feet away from the victim. Hands of the victim are, well, missing. Both appear to be cleanly severed at the wrists by something very sharp. Possibly a sword or cleaver like weapon. No form of identification found on the victim. Body has not been moved at the scene but it is unclear if body was moved to this scene. Local weather conditions has made any indications of body movement is unclear at this time.
Watch members on the scene are awaiting CSI team." Hope finished her dictation and inspection.
The Lieutenants listened to her and the debate started up again on whether or not the killer was hopped up on drugs. Hope had suspicion this wasn't a drug addled murder. She'd been doing work with a few other agencies and the experience was enough for her to realize something ritualistic among the mess of oddity.
*Dispatch to GIU 13. 10-55 requested by Acrana Corporation, located on Magus Street.*
Hope took up her helmet and data pad and splashed back to her motorcycle. The drizzle was now a full down pour of heavy, fat drops or rain. She snatched up the transceiver.
"GIU 13 to Dispatch. 10-49."
Hope returned the transceiver to its cradle and stowed away her data pad in a saddle bag and the headband camera was slipped back into her jacket. Hank threw her a salute as she donned her helmet and soon rolled off to inspect Acrana Corporation to see what set off the security team.
10-19-2015, 10PM, Alley Between Pewter Lane & Cobbler Street, 10-100 (Body Found):
*Dispatch to GIU 13. Dispatch to GIU 13. What's your 10-20?*
Hope swallowed the last of her cold coffee and tossed the paper cup into the public waste bin. A storm was starting to blow into Rhy'Din, a light drizzle was spattering her helmet and lent a slithery sheen to her leather jacket. The street lamps guttered and hissed above her as rogue drops of rain penetrated the glass guards. She snagged the radio transceiver from its cradle nestled next to her built in laptop on the motorcycle.
"Dispatch. GIU 13 reporting. I am at Main Street and Oak Way."
*4th Division reports a 10-100 found in the alleyway of the Market Place District between Pewter Lane and Cobbler Street.*
"10-4 Dispatch."
Hope hung up the transceiver and flipped on the motorcycles main drive motor, the capacitors humming as the batteries charged them up. The motorcycle rolled away with no fan fare or rumble. Just a quiet glide that matched the silent officer mounted on its back. Hope drove up Main Street and took a left on Cobbler Street where Pewter Lane would ambush it around a sharp corner of walls and brick piles.
Hope often wondered if she'd ever see this much action back in her old stomping grounds of Clover Rock, Washington. Muffled laughter wormed its way from the helmet into the wet, gossamer night. She'd have seen plenty of old, boring action. Tickets, warrants, domestic violence and lock ups of drunks. Here, she was seeing a lot of the same, but the types of trouble was where the similarity ended. Each response and report was a myriad of details from an Alice in Wonderland book gone wrong.
Reaching Silverstone Street, a block away from Pewter Lane, there was an amassing group of citizens coming out of dry shops and homes to get a look at the new bit of Rhy'Din excitement. Cheap thrills for the price of some damp clothes and maybe a fall cold. Hope turned on her red, white and blues but left the siren muted. People stepped away from the flashing L.E.D. light show, recognizing one of the few Watch Members that had made an effort to establish a presence in the city. Her trip to Pewter Lane was uninterrupted by anyone asking questions. A miserable looking lad in dew laden Watch Coat lifted the yellow crime scene tape and waved her to move into the crime scene.
Hope let the motorcycle roll to a stop fifty feet away from the yellow tape and turned off the motor. The L.E.D lights she switched off as well and dismounted. She took a hand held data pad and approached a ring of two Watch Lieutenants in uniform and two Watch members that appeared to be in civvies huddled under umbrellas. They were examining a bound body half submerged in soggy cardboard and street trash with flashlights. Hope flipped up her visor and caught the tail end of the men trying their hand at detective work.
Civilian #1 said to Liutenant #1: "It's gotta be a one off murder, Bill. We've never seen anyone murdered like this before. Maybe someone's gotten into that Brimstone Stuff? Ascend even?"
Civilian #2 said to Civilian #1: "Clancy, have you ever seen what we have here? This is a human victim. That new Brimstone stuff wouldn't make someone just kill people, right? Doubt Ascend would've caused it either."
Clancy said to Civilian #1: "James, how would you know if this bloke wasn't offed by someone taking Ascend or Brimstone? Could be a magic user or someone with a bit of the hidden family secret that tweeked the killer into a paranoid response?"
Bill said to Lieutenant #2: "Hank, I really doubt his death is from someone taking drugs."
Hope cleared her throat. "Ahem. Gentlemen. What do we have here?"
Bill muttered seeing the 27th's GIU star at their scene. "This isn't your district, Sergeant Jubal. This is 4th Divisions turf."
Hank gave Bill a smack to the back of his head. "Bill, Sergeant Jubal was directed here by Dispatch. If Dispatch wants the 27th here, then they have higher up orders."
Bill rubbed his head and glowered at Hank before he moved over to the alleyway wall to take a smoke break. James and Clancy stood, gave Hope respectful nods and gave her open access to the body. Hank stayed by Hopes side and filled her in.
"Sorry about Lieutenant Bill Madol. He get's touchy with anyone coming into his stomping grounds. I'm Hank Collery, Lieutenant for the 3rd Division. We share this little slice with 4th Division. Over there is Lieutenant Clancy Ruvern from 8th Divisions and Lieutenant James Gavry from 1st Division. They were off duty catching some coffee when they heard a scream from a woman outside of the coffee shop. The woman pointed to them the body among the boxes. They called in to Dispatch and Bill and I came out to investigate. We haven't moved the body yet, waiting for the CSI team but I guess you are the only one Dispatch reached so far."
Hope nodded to Hank as he finished the run down. "Good work so far. A bit surprised seeing four Lieutenants at one crime scene. Your divisions run off all the beat cops?" she gave Hank a good natured jibe.
Hank just smirked and waved for her to investigate away. Hope nodded to him and took off her helmet. Sitting it down on the wet cobblestones she pulled free her own flashlight from her belt and got closer to the body. She touched her data pad and a 'Recording in Process' was displayed. She pulled out of her jacket pocket a small head band with a camera on it and began to slowly lift away pieces of wet cardboard with the butt end of her light, disturbing the body as little as possible.
"Date is October 19th, 2015, 10pm. Sergeant Hope Jubal responding to a 10-100 at Pewter Lane and Cobbler Street. On scene are Lieutenants Bill Madol, 4th Division, Hank Collery, 3rd Division, and off duty Lieutenants Clancy Ruvern, 8th Division and James Gavery, 1st Division. Officers Ruvern and Gavery were first on the scene and first to report to Dispatch.
The victim is male, possibly mid-40's in age. Roughly 5 foot and 3 inches in height. No more than 120 pounds. Victim is laying on his side, dressed in a white wool shirt, crumpled black vest and green cotton pants. Hair is black fading to gray. Skin color is waxy white, possibly a sign of little exposure to light. Victim is bound by cotton rope at his bare feet, the knees and elbows. His feet are tinged blue indicating loss of circulation before death. Victim's eyes are covered by a dirty strip of canvas. A chunk of cork is lodged inside the victims mouth. Upon the victims cheeks appears to be two symbols scored into the flesh. A crude hand, open palmed and what appears to be an eye looking out at you.
Closer inspections indicate several possible causes of death. Victim has the same type of cotton rope wrapped around his throat. A small caliber entry wound is located between the victims brow ridges indicating that the shooter was no more than 3 feet away from the victim. Hands of the victim are, well, missing. Both appear to be cleanly severed at the wrists by something very sharp. Possibly a sword or cleaver like weapon. No form of identification found on the victim. Body has not been moved at the scene but it is unclear if body was moved to this scene. Local weather conditions has made any indications of body movement is unclear at this time.
Watch members on the scene are awaiting CSI team." Hope finished her dictation and inspection.
The Lieutenants listened to her and the debate started up again on whether or not the killer was hopped up on drugs. Hope had suspicion this wasn't a drug addled murder. She'd been doing work with a few other agencies and the experience was enough for her to realize something ritualistic among the mess of oddity.
*Dispatch to GIU 13. 10-55 requested by Acrana Corporation, located on Magus Street.*
Hope took up her helmet and data pad and splashed back to her motorcycle. The drizzle was now a full down pour of heavy, fat drops or rain. She snatched up the transceiver.
"GIU 13 to Dispatch. 10-49."
Hope returned the transceiver to its cradle and stowed away her data pad in a saddle bag and the headband camera was slipped back into her jacket. Hank threw her a salute as she donned her helmet and soon rolled off to inspect Acrana Corporation to see what set off the security team.