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Post by Atia on Oct 9, 2013 11:44:27 GMT -8
-Diana- "Holonet dating site. I can show you, but you would have to have my wounds threated."
Not even a moments hesitation. She made it too easy. On purpouse. Contacting Juvex through the Dating site was a very tricky situation. There were codes for a vide veriaty of situations, and it would be her best chance to stay alive.
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Post by Crom'nen on Oct 11, 2013 7:18:57 GMT -8
With the permanent sneer on his face, it was tough to tell when the twisted face turned to a scowl, but indeed it did. You're not going to die soon. He adjusted his grip on this disruptor. Or maybe you are. What's the profile? I'll let you attach a video message to your mistress.
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Post by Atia on Oct 11, 2013 8:00:23 GMT -8
She knew where he was going with it, and she would not play with.
-Diana- "So you can kill me on open holo? No. You will need my information, if you ever want to come out of this alive. Give me medical attention, and put me in a dark hole, or better yet, torture me. I am curious to how creative you can get... I never had anything cut off me, and my mistress has. Maybe I can gain insights she has gained..."
She spoke about being tortured as if she was looking forward to it.
-Diana- "But, I can arrange a meeting, if you want. Sort off, face to face. I will just need garanties that I will live."
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Post by Crom'nen on Oct 12, 2013 14:52:30 GMT -8
Worm does not play. He too grew up in a life of torture. Play was not in his vocabulary. Nor were mercy and patience. I've had enough stalling.
With no further warning, Worm pulled the trigger.
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Post by Atia on Oct 14, 2013 3:59:39 GMT -8
His words were the warning. She realised her time was up, and she wasnt going to die alone. A Banshee never dies alone. She kicked herself away from the wall, and popped open the lid on her ring. She was so hasty, the blade cut her in the endevor, and right then she knew she would die. She manadged to bump into the officer behind her, poking him with the poisoned blade a couple times as they tangled. She saw the beam strike by her, so she might have a couple more seconds. The officer pushed her off him, and she manadged to balance herself so she could bump into an other, cutting him too with the tiny blade. She felt a little burn on her right arm, strikes from the police surely.
Then, she fell, pushed down on the ground. For some reason, nobody held her down. The burn felt even stronger now, surely because she fell to the ground. Nobody held her down. Why did nobody hold her down? She quickly got to her knees, and looked around. The twilek males were all around her, watching. THe burning intensified, she must have bumped it real hard, it was getting real painfull. She then saw it. The pure dred in their eyes, all of them but the uggly maimed male, the leader.
Why are they just watching? And why is her left arm free?
She raised her left arm and then she saw it, and as she saw it she really understood. Raising her left arm, the cuffed right hand followed it, with an orange glow consuming the said hand, getting closer and closer to the cuffs and the unhurt left arm. SHe shreaked, especially when she saw the orange glow crawling up her right arm, now eating the shoulder.
She didnt even remember to activate the voice distortion device, witch made her screams even more terrifying. They were real.
-Diana- "YOU ARE CURSED! CURSED! YOU WILL ALL DIE..."
The shot had only grazed witch made it all worse. She was going to die for sure, she knew, but because of the grazed shot, she would die slowly, as the disintegration energy worked its way through her body, and she felt as her body was disintegrating, her shoulder was gone, and her lekku had touched her shoulder, so the disintegration started there too, cutting off a bit of it, and the piece fell to the floor to be disintegrated on its lonesome.
-Diana- "...YOUR ENTIRE PLANET WILL KNEEL, OLD WAYS ARE A COMING YOU WILL AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH..."
Her body, her head, her left arm started to disintegrate as the energy sweapt through her body, she was now only screaming and trying to throw herself at anyone close enough, try to give them a taste of disintegration, or was it to get help? To have someone stop the pain, the agony of slowly fading away? At this point, she was just screaming.
"...AAAAAAARRRHHHHHHH! CHAUGH AAAAAAARRRRH AAAA+)Ö)%U"+ÖQ)%"')Ö%+(/+/"
Finally, when the bright orange was consuming the back of the head, and the lungs, the screaming stopped. SHe was dead. Now, the officers only watched as the body slowly disintegrated and became ash. Diana was dead. Gone. Non existing. With two more officers poisoned, the third, the first one was really sweating now... maybe the cause of what he had just experienced. The three of them wont come to work this morning.
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Purchases of note to our story in the day following Dianas death:
3 Twilek Females bought a wardrobe worth of cloths and shoes in a higher up mall. Nice day for shopping. The shopping included neck bands and black spray paint. Also on the list of shopped goods were a laerge ammount of real cuffs bought in a sex shop (not the kind the bound person can open themselves). The three also made a swing by a kitchen supply store, buying new kitchen ware for their adventures, like fielt knives, cutters and a nice big cleaver. All purchases were made with cash.
1 female twilek purchased a quiver, arrows and a composite bow in a hunting supply store, woodsmans knife, and supplies to live in the Ryloth wilds, as much as there is in the twilight. Paid cash.
1 Female twilek rented a house in what is seen as the suburbs in Kala'uun. She paid with credit chip, her money was subtracted from an outside banking source, a bank called "Insigna Banking Enteprises" from Anobis. The house had a large basement.
2 Female Twileks bought convinience supplsies in a convinience store in a suburban store. The same suburb as the house was rented in. Paid with Creditchip from "Insigna Banking Enterprises". Consumables for one week.
1 Twilek Female registered herself to the local holonet in the suburbs using the name "Nev'telen Ahhaka", resident of Anobis. The registration was linked to a newly rented house in the suburbs.
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Transcript from a chat dialogue on the Dating Site "Fuck For a Day"
-TwinLekku36- "Hi handsome! Ever tried the 'Stripped Shrimp' yet?"
-HungLikeHell- "Sounds intresting, whats up?"
-TwinLekku36- "Not mutch, I cant find my usual fuckbuddy, so I am looking for an other."
-HungLikeHell- "Thats... unsettling. Only missing the one?"
-TwinLekku36- "Yeah, we had a good fuck, but then she just disapeared. She went hunting."
-HungLikeHell- "Need any help with that?"
-TwinLekku36- "Nah, I am gonna fix my needs myself for now, but its good to have prospects."
-HungLikeHell- "I will hear from me later then."
-TwinLekku36- "Will do. I will see what happened with my Hunter."
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Post by Crom'nen on Oct 14, 2013 6:47:48 GMT -8
After seeing the chaos caused, Worm was unshaken. Next time we find one of those, we start with the hands, then ask questions. Understood? Clean up this mess. Notify the fire department then raze the building.
With his slow shuffle, Worm disappeared into the darkness of the undercity.
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Post by Atia on Oct 18, 2013 16:55:50 GMT -8
The party started a couple days later. The house was a higher up media managers house, and her families. The parents left town on a romantic trip to an underground thermal bath and spa, leaving their two sons at home, both teenagers. They were nice and liberal parents, and let their kidds have fun as long as no one and nothing comes to harm, even left them a good amount of pocket money. So, they went shopping, and after a large amounts of soda, beer cags, and snacks, the brothers started calling friends.
The turnout was rather good, not a large party, but a good dozen people came, the closest circle. Drinking, smoking, eating, playing games, all fun, when suddenly, the door rings. Who might this be? Disturbed neighbors? To the entire parties surprise, it was four lovely women, clothed and ready to party. After a little flirt and negotiation, they were let in, and they had a good time.
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The police got the call two days later. One of the neighbors were having issues with a smell coming from the house. Since nobody was found at the scene, the police had to go in. The smell was "probable cause".
The hall was fine, going past the guest room, the stench would strike you as an uppercut, but in comparison to the rest of the house, the hall was kinda ok. A nomral hall, connecting to the guestroom, the main living room, and the kitchen. The living room would be the main scene, the first thing you actually see, and not just smell. You would see the letters from the hall, that is why you wouldnt start with the guest room.
The white wall facing the hall had words written on it with the blood of the dead teenagers in the sofa, all throats slit. Five of them, four died where they sat, one of them tried to flee, but he got several stab wounds in the back. The guest room had three corpses in it. Surely they were lured away from the main group somehow so they could be killed off, making the main group less in numbers. The main bedroom and one of the brothers rooms were the same. Twelve corpses all in all. The heat had been turned up, and in two days the bodies were well decomposing, as if the perpetrators wanted them to be found. Because they had a message. More like a question. The writing on the wall read:
"WHERE IS DIANA?"
Also gone was money the family had in the house, jewels, a katana sword from one of the kids rooms, two licensed sporting blasters.
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Post by Crom'nen on Oct 23, 2013 4:12:17 GMT -8
Worm saw the reports, after spending the days in between interrogating slavers. This twisted, ruined form was an expert in torture after being a victim. In this case, he was angry, and the slavers bore it through severe tortures until he finally fed them to his pets, the bone worms. These creatures sensed a lack of movement to feed, so as long as the slavers moved, they would be safe. But even a Nikto can only go so long without sleep.
When Worm learned of the reports, he was highly suspicious, but he also did not know the girl's name. He did not need to. As far as he was concerned, she'd long given up being anything worth of a name, like himself only worse, as she was a traitor to her people. At this point, he would have to send alerts to the Sesk'vati and Sesk'nabsilai and wait for the slavers to find him.
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Post by Atia on Oct 25, 2013 5:07:27 GMT -8
Worm and the banshees were so alike, it was fate of destiny (or the force) brought them on opposite sides of a line. Put into slavery young, owned by cruel masters, they lived through torture but now are strong and dangerous. They both believed they did the best for the Twilek Race, and had the overconfidence in their ancestry and species. And they both were a fan of extreme measures.
While Worm was nice enough to eliminate the local rivals, the banshees worked hard on their newly enquired sisters. Fear and pain was their weapon, mixed with hunger, sleep - light deprivation and mantras. Out of the six kidnapped women, three had allready forgot their names, and were refearing to themselves as 45, 46 and 47. The coming two were on their way, just late bloomers. And then, of course, there was the force sensitive one. She was special, and she needed special care. They made sure she never got the chance to reach for the force. Lets just say, she should have made an account of her own at the local electricity provider. SHe had her own little room she was tormented in. THe Banshees didnt want to take any chances with that one. She was either cept under high stress or unconcious. The Mistresses will have to deal with her. WIthout Diana, they were not able to truly make banshees, they needed a named Banshee for that ritual, and Diana was missing.
Without operational support, they had to see the beast in the eye. They needed help. Took them a good week to realise this.
*************************************************************************** Transcript from a chat dialogue on the Dating Site "Fuck For a Day"
-TwinLekku36- "Hey there handsome again, You online to talk?"
-HungLikeHell- "Always my sweet."
-TwinLekku36- "Didnt find my hunter... and I have my new friends. Its not the same without the hunter."
-HungLikeHell- "Want me to come over?"
-TwinLekku36- "No, there was some kind of Complication, but we would like to come over, if thats ok."
-HungLikeHell- "I will ask my parents."
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Post by Crom'nen on Oct 29, 2013 4:53:31 GMT -8
The banshees remained undetected. Worm, however, was not without work. A transport landed in the spaceport, only to be shot with an ion cannon, stormed, and each slaver hauled out and executed. Their bodies were thrown into the Brightlands, and their ship, once repaired, was quietly added to the Obyrru.
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Post by Atia on Nov 15, 2013 6:51:36 GMT -8
The banshee collar: It is not only a representation of slavery, but also one of belonging. No other slave has the inbuilt voice distortion device, because it causes fear. Nobody wants their slaves to cause fear, but one person. It also means belonging to the Banshees, because as it is claimed before, the collars are unique. Taking them off makes you not a banshee any more... at least in the eyes of others. Taking of the collar was not sacrilege, if it was done for a serious reason.But when taken down, you would not look like a banshee. That was ALSO its purpose.
In the coming two weeks, many things happened. Life in the little house in suburbia continued as it was. Torture, mental as well as physical was breaking the new recruits, and they have come to the point where their lifes before did not matter, and they just wanted to survive. From here, they would be trained and conditioned to become Banshees. Their world views would change to a more Black and White kinda world view where slavery actually has its perks in comparison to "Freedom" witch is actually quite horrible. Plus, their combat training starts. All six of them had fallen in these two weeks, even the force user.
Also, the Banshees got new jobs. They had to! Thats what normal people do...
Number 36, green of skin. A comm array linking short range comms to the comm net got vandalised one night by youngsters, well, three youngsters it seemed like, clothed in hoverboard-clothing. The maintenance crew checked it out, and maintained it. Two days later, one of the maintenance crews had a heart attack in his sleep. Autopsy was not needed, the death seemed natural. In his place, a green twilek female was employed, she had good references from big companies outside of ryloth.
Number 37, purple of skin. A postman was robbed and killed in the neighbouring precinct. His loss was felt, and sorrow was shown. A week later a purple twilek woman replaced him, and was sending out packadges in many precincts, even in the neighbourhood the banshees had set themselves up.
Number 38, Letan. Newly added student to the local university who studies by day and works at a nightclub at night as a dancer.
Most interesting: Number 39, the Hybrid. She watched the police department in question for days. She took note of those leaving in white collar time. Ironic, since she missed her black collar. Secretaries still were in general women. That was good to see. In her fourth day she was pretty sure three of the women leaving were secretaries. It was now only time to check it out. In the coming week, she followed each woman home, planned and executed insertions into their home. Looking at bills, two of the women she had checked out were secretaries and one was actual police. Took her one day with thinking and conferring with her fellow sister Banshees on the matter. They decided that a police officer would be too risky. Secretaries move near silently in the place, and may have even greater access to investigate Dianas disappearance. The following night, a secretary was killed in a mugging on her way home. When the police sent out an employment announcement, a cute hybrid twilek sent in her application. She had secretary experience from a corellian private detective bureau, A local Criminal Law firm, she was a policemans widow from corellia, and most importantly, she had included her experience as a slave to a hutt, doing accounting. This meant she was an ex slave, like many police officers were, fighting an old and wrong sistem with todays legal means. Everything had reference numbers that could be called, and they looked and sounded legit. The corellian numbers were rerouted from corellia with a buffer, installed by Number 5 on her mission there, and the local Rylothian numbers were rerouted to juvex with a buffer here, installed by Number 36, green of skin. On Juvex, a small callcenter took their call acting out the needed references. She would be employed.
Secretary to three different detectives. Two homicide ones and a burglary one. And BOY did she have a lot to learn about being an actual secretary... at least she was cute. She learned fast, and didnt do the same mistakes twice, and thankfully, she never did big ones. She was a bit.... "blond".
The two week mark is important, because two weeks after Dianas death, an arrow would fly through an open window, and strike a police precinct employee in precinct 15. It would have a message written on paper by finger. A simple fingerprinting with the blood of the recently abducted women, after DNA analysis. The message written with a finger but lacking fingerprint was this:
WHERE IS DIANA
Precinct 15 was the very precinct that Number 39 worked in. This began what later would be known or classified as Top Secret: "The Precinct 15 Incident".
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Post by Crom'nen on Nov 15, 2013 19:06:53 GMT -8
Weeks after the first report mentioning that name, a second name came across Worm's desk. Through his permenantly squinted eyes, he glared at the report while absently petting his remaining lekku. The fingerprint. It was one of the missing girls, the ones traced to the butcher's shop. These people, the ones with the voice distorters, sadists all he was sure, sought that girl. Little did they know that he had atomized her in a flash. He had warned her, but she had sought delay. He would not negotiate. He had interrogated people long enough to know those who would divulge information and those who were more expendable. In this case, the possession of the girl was inconsequential. The appearance of possession was everything. He carefully considered his next move. He knew that they frequented chat rooms. He ordered a code slicer to set a control, seeking the words "Diana" and "Crucible" in all forms of electronic communication. Maybe they would have the good fortune of arrogant and foolish enemies. He then set a personal ad in a local newspaper. It was anonymous and untraceable, but stated simple "Diana is ours now."
Worm stood from his office and went downstairs. He went to the medical bay and surveyed the reports. One was ready. He signalled for that man, a Rodian, to be brought out. Obyrru was Ryl for "nightmare." Worm made the organization a true nightmare for slavers. For this being, the nightmare was only beginning.
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Post by Atia on Nov 16, 2013 6:17:34 GMT -8
Luck was on their side. The murder which happened in Precinct 15 was investigated by one of the homicide detectives 39 was a secretary to. In truth, he wasnt the only detective on the case, since the death actually happened in their house... an arrow through the window is taken as a rather serious offence to both feelings and pride. Windows were closed from now on. It seemed like while the local police did the investigation, many were intrested in the reports on the progress. She would try to sniff out where those reports go.
The computer wizard DID do a good job with the words "Diana" and "Crucible". Diana was mentioned several times as names on chatrooms, but were seemingly harmless. The Crucible was never mentioned. Ever. The word was maybe forgotten in darkness and in history, not being that very well known in the first place.
The banshees got the message. THey read the newspaper, and were looking for any kind of communications on Diana. They were worried and relieved to find it. They believed their fearless leader to be dead. Now, planning was needed. Juvex had confirmed that a relief package was on its way with supplies. Soon, they will be able to discern where their Named One was being held.
Worm had luck too. Not many outside the crucible knew about the crucible, but there were the slavers who bore the slaver mark (tattoo) and didnt want to be slaves. Because everyone under the banshees were slaves. Some defected. Some were hunted down, some were not. This Rodian was not... by the banshees that is. He did sing. He sang of a place more horrible then any place he had ever heard off, where you lost your self, and become something that the MISTRESSES wanted you to be. Claimed it was told by someone who had been there. A place that took away your being, and made it anew. A Crucible, he called it. A legend, their agents were known. Banshees, they were called. Twilek slave women with voices of daemons. He died by then. This information was deeply from his fears, and took a lot for him to tell this tale.
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Post by Crom'nen on Nov 17, 2013 17:42:12 GMT -8
Worm sat tapping his talons on the table. He was staring at the body of the Rodian. He had already packed up his equipment used in his interrogations. The Rodian, when tortured about other slaving organizations, knew the Crucible. So it was fact. And Twi'lek led. Women being transformed into... into... Diana.
The Rodian had died. Some could be psychologically programmed. This man seemed programmed to die without revealing the location of this crucible or identity of this "mistress." Worm did not blame him. Worm would not give up the name of his employer as well. He would need more to find them. He ordered all others searched for this tatoo, but found none. He considered having those that arrived in the city scanned for the tatoo, but that would only tip his hand. In the mean time, he had his information slicer give the information to a mathematician to try to develop a pattern.
Soldier, bring me another victim. And feed this corpse to the bone worm in the container. We must keep our pets healthy.
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Post by Atia on Nov 18, 2013 6:21:28 GMT -8
The coming week, gear started to rain in on the Banshees. They hoped. The only thing stopping them were the customs. The packages came in using a private intergalactic package delivery service, and they came from several places.
Zeltron: A large package with perfume. The perfume was in gift packages, and bore the well known mark of Zeltros. Pheromones. The percentage of pheromones are just on the limit of what is acceptable for Zeltron. The Package was sent to a frat house, the neighbouring frathouse to Number 38 (the University student) newly squired fraternety membership. In a different package, simple black dog collars were sent to a kennel.
Juvex: Night vision goggles in one package. A different package held teddy bears that spoke if they were pushed on the belly. The Voice distortion devices were smaller then the machines giving sound inside, and rather similar to them. These also included small listening devices. Going to a frathouse. And a third package from juvex came holding lovely golden present fashion belts. Stealth belts. No batteries.
Corellia rings. Fake rings. Rings that looked like having a nice big gemstone on them, but they were actually lids with a needle on them. Two of the Obyrru had already died from one of these. A Pair of stiletto heels. The heels were detachable and would turn into knives.
Corulag An Umbrella in one package. It had some special additions. For one, the handle could be pulled out and it was actually a thin blade for piercing, the second was that it could be turned into a semi automatic blaster rifle with a lens and energy packs, and of course if you refilled the tebana gas canister in it. Also, the umbrella itself was made from a very intresting material. Rancor hide. A Luxurious article. A gift wrapped lens.
The ones going to a frathouse would be picked up by its inhabitants, but the University going banshee would acquire the things in her own time on parties and visits, claiming the packages were wrongly addressed. The rest would never reach their destination in full. They would be apprehended by the Banshee working at the post office, since all the packages were addressed to her postmans route.
As for the tattoo on the rhodian, it showed up to be a common slaver tattoo marking the slavers as ... well, slavers. It had seen wide use in Hutt space, some criminal worlds and Juvex. It was there to open some doors to prospect slavers, and close a whole other bunch.
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Post by Crom'nen on Nov 26, 2013 6:24:08 GMT -8
This is too easy Worm thought to himself. From a Gotal, who served as a nagivator, they had learned of an asteroid base which they had passed along, and learned of another incoming ship of the same crew. They had similarly stormed that transport, not bothering with prisoners. After that, he drug the slaver out before the other cages, and let the Gotal beg for death. Then he granted it. This would make the next interrogation easier.
In the mean time, packages went through undiscovered, which Worm had no way of knowing. He had expected a reply about Diana by now, but had not. His plan was simple: convince these others that she had switched sides, and let them come to look for her in a location of his choosing. But, he did not want to seem over eager. And so, they hunted what slavers they could find, while his mind wandered to Lessu.
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Post by Atia on Nov 27, 2013 17:51:20 GMT -8
The answer took his time, but the answer came, finally.
About two weeks after Worms line in the paper about Diana, the answer came in the form of a twilek male.
That day, 39, also known as "Maar'i" came to work in the District 15 Police precinct as she had every workday for the past couple of weeks. She had her normal gear, like work cloths, female hygiene products, datapad, traveling cloths, work related things. In addition this day, she brought with her a pair of special stiletto shoes, and an easy to hide listening device. The day went calmly and nicely as it should, calls going out and coming in, files to be filed, schedules to be recorded. And then...
A newly stolen but not yet reported van stopped outside the Precinct entrence, its side slided open, and through stripped hanging black cloth a man was tossed. The van speeded off.
The green twilek male was duct taped from nose to beltbuckle, like a mummy. He either had an insanely huge beerbelly, was pregnant, or had something round duct-aped to his slim body. Two holes for the nose to breathe through and it was clear that he was not supposed to speak. His left arm was cocooned with tape, but the right one was only thightly bonded with it in a reached out position. In his hand, with the thinnest amount of tape was a large mobile comm link. One of those novelty crescent formed oldschool kind. Big enough to go from ear to mouth. It was ringing.
That is how the "Answer" started stumbling towards the doors of Precinct 15.
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Post by Crom'nen on Nov 29, 2013 6:43:11 GMT -8
One officer, a quick thinking detective, drew a blaster and pointed it at the mummy which walked in. As likely as being a hostage, he could easily be an explosive. Cowards had always used such tactics. He shouted in Ryl. Don't move! Nod if you can hear me!
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Post by Atia on Nov 29, 2013 8:15:52 GMT -8
The man nodded franetically over the ringing of the phone in his hand, which he waved even more frantically as he was stopped just one step up the stairs to the Precinct. He was sweatting and his eyes did what his mouth could not. Screaming primal fear. His leggs were shanking and a pool of liquid was slowly froming around his left leg.
The phone just cept ringing with that retro ringing sound of a mechanical ringingtone.
The Detectives thought was logical. They had an even more cowardly attack just weeks before, killing one of his colligues with an arrow through a window, and now, they might try with explosives for some reason, but no, this was not the case this time.
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Post by Crom'nen on Nov 30, 2013 5:04:54 GMT -8
The detective waited for backup to arrive, then holstered his weapon. Then he put on gloves and began speaking calmly to the man.
Sir, I'm assuming that this communication is from your kidnappers, and that they probably have more people too. I'm going to answer this, and then I'm going to unwrap you and get you medical attention. You are going to be ok. Do you understand?
He slowly reached for the older style calm and pushed the button, but he did not speak.
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