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| An Inquiry Of Great Importance; IC: Roman | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Sep 10 2008, 12:27 AM (224 Views) | |
| Xigbar | Sep 10 2008, 12:27 AM Post #1 |
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The man strode with a mission, intent in every step he took with his boots. The estate loomed before him, so cheerful and bright that it almost made him want to gag. He ascended the steps, throwing the doors open with almost no regard for how hard they struck the walls. He stepped forward, glancing around the interior. There was no one to be found at all. Roman, with his six foot frame, towered over many of the low coffee tables in the halls he passed. He didn't care that he was technically trespassing and breaking and entering both at the same time. He simply wanted to find the man in charge, now. "Hello?" he yelled, his voice booming through the halls. "I'm looking for the mayor!" |
| If you were to live everyday like you were dying, you have two choices: lay down and do nothing, or go out and do an incredible act that may kill you. Then it's all the more realistic! | |
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| usagi | Sep 10 2008, 02:26 AM Post #2 |
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| Xigbar | Sep 10 2008, 03:08 AM Post #3 |
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Roman had been in the middle of bellowing another question when a small ruckus directly behind him caused him to turn, then blink and look down. A man, rather roundish and only up to his waist, was standing there, straightening his glasses as he exclaimed that he was indeed the mayor. However, Roman was more worried about the taller, silver haired man who also came around, standing behind the mayor and peering at Roman with a searching eye. Right. Business time. "Sirs, I'm Inspector Roman Sar, Houston PD. I apologize if I interrupted anything," he said, in a tone that hinted that he really wouldn't, to be honest, "but I have an inquiry of great importance. I have special clearance to be here, sirs, because, as you may or may not know, the Houston PD has been working with the Jamaican Armed Forces to put an end to crime in the Gulf. As it turns out, we recently raided a warehouse and found several files referring to a Matthew Reno, a local there. Our contacts say he's currently up here, and as such, I am pursuing him." He glanced back up to the taller man for a moment, feeling the suspicion pour off both him and Roman himself, before looking back down at the mayor and continuing "You wouldn't happen to know anyone by that name, would you sir? Or noticed anyone strange here, like they were from the Gulf area?" |
| If you were to live everyday like you were dying, you have two choices: lay down and do nothing, or go out and do an incredible act that may kill you. Then it's all the more realistic! | |
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| usagi | Sep 10 2008, 03:29 PM Post #4 |
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| Xigbar | Sep 10 2008, 09:05 PM Post #5 |
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Though the stubby mayor hadn't realized exactly what Roman was saying, the taller man behind him had almost immediately. Roman squinted at him as he came to the conclusion that this man knew he wouldn't let minor annoyances such as denial stop him from hunting down criminals. The mayor, however, seemed to wisen up, and Roman, thorough as he was, retrieved a small notepad from the interior of his jacket, flipping it open to Matthew Reno's page and reading off the various felonies he was suspected of. "The files have referenced Matthew Reno as being guilty of involvement in the production of illegal substances, such as marijuana, cocaine and unlicensed tobacco, a count of robbery from his superiors, and twenty-six counts of manslaughter with an illegally procured, unlicensed military firearm." Roman flipped the page, going onto the statistics as he continued "Reno has been reported to be dark skinned, around six feet tall, and estimated to be in his mid twenties. Eye color brown, no tattoos, several scars on his back and legs, and an affinity for wearing warm clothing. Any matches? Keep in mind, Reno is only a recent, and if I may add, illegal addition to your town, mayor. At most, he's probably only been here a month." |
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| usagi | Sep 11 2008, 07:34 PM Post #6 |
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| Xigbar | Sep 12 2008, 01:39 AM Post #7 |
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Roman was taken aback by the mayor's sudden change in attitude, and his grip on the notepad tightened, wrinkling the pages slightly. This was a dangerous job, and Roman, repelling as he was, did not want to have to account for any civilian casualties. This was supposed to be his crowning goal, his own individual achievement that would help the Houston PD win their fight to have the National Guard allowed onto Jamaican soil, where they could then flush crime completely from the streets of Jamaica. Since his time in the Marines, Roman had learned a single lesson in his lifetime, and it had saved his life countless times over: Trust only yourself. This man wished to interfere with his investigation, Roman couldn't, and wouldn't, let himself be held responsible for whatever happened. Finally, he nodded and said, reluctantly "Fine, mayor. It's your town. I'm just a visitor. Let's go, shall we?" A quick thought hit him, and he also added "Mister mayor, I almost forgot. I am armed with a standard sidearm and have orders to shoot to wound if Reno is also armed. Hopefully you won't mind that?" |
| If you were to live everyday like you were dying, you have two choices: lay down and do nothing, or go out and do an incredible act that may kill you. Then it's all the more realistic! | |
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