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| Zero-0 | Oct 14 2010, 08:35 PM Post #1 |
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The harsh coastal climate beat down on highway 395 as a grey sedan cruised through traffic, just slightly above the speed limit. Reclined in the driver's seat, Lucas Klein lazily maneuvers the large car into the passing lane. He'd been in DC less than a week, and this was the fourth crime scene he was called to. He couldn't be bothered to hurry though, since as usual the suspect had already fled the scene. His mind began to slip away to a memory he wasn't fond of, rain, blood, and a metal adversary called 'Gundam'. Before he fell completely into retrospect, his radio caught his attention. "All units, suspect sighted moving north on 12th. Suspect is foot-mobile in powered armor." "Dispacth can I get a description?" Lucas asked, eager to do whatever he could to bring another perp down. "Suspect powered armor is a Powered GM type, orange and white. Zaku squad is in pursuit, but can't keep up. Be advised, suspect is armed and dangerous." "That's ok," Klein said, "I'm just gonna trip him up a bit." Flipping on the hidden lights and siren, his car accelerated and forced it's way off the highway and onto H street. Traffic was getting out of his way nicely, so Lucas floored it, signalling the Zaku squad on the radio. "This is 719, en route to 12th street, can I get a location on the suspect?" "This is Zaku unit 3, he just jumped G street! Bastard's got some serious horsepower..." "Good, I'll head him off at 12th and H, get ready to take him down." Lucas replied, approaching the intersection at full speed, and smiling as the suspect opted not to jump over this street. With a hard jerk on the handbrake and a rake of the steering wheel, the heavy car slid into a spin, swinging it's tailend like a hammer into the fast-moving powered armor. The sudden crash embedded the Powered GM in the rear quarter-panel of the car, it's pilot dazed and motionless. Lucas chewed on a mouthfull of airbag as he heard the Zakus approach, silently thanking the metal hand which punched through his windshield and ripped away the airbag. "You ok detective?" The Officer asked, offering a hand to the dizzied driver as his allies arrested the pinned suspect. "Ugh... I only meant to trip him... guess I'm takin a cab to the crime scene." Lucas muttered, lighting up a cigarette and hailing a taxi. |
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| Zero-0 | Oct 16 2010, 12:00 AM Post #2 |
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A short while later, the taxi cab rolled to a stop outside a large warehouse, yellow tape barred the way as a few officers kept gawkers and media at bay. Paying his fare, Lucas tossed his cigarette on the ground, grinding it out underfoot as he lifted the tape over his head and showed his badge to the nearby officer. "Oh great... Rodecker beat me here." He thought with a sigh, walking straight up to the older detective. "It's about time you got here Klein, where's your car?" Rodecker asked, the annoyed veteran's voice was a mix of dissapointment and sarcasm, making it hard to know whether he was angry or simply riding the younger cop's case. Klein had a headache from the crash, and didn't care to try and figure his superior's mood out. "Wrapped around your suspect at the moment, you got any aspirin?" Klein asked, getting a sigh and a negatory nod in response. "Anyway, what did I miss?" Rodecker led Klein into the warehouse, pointing left and right as he spoke. "Believe it or not, looks like this was a drug deal, at least at first..." He said, pointing at a pile of cocaine that had been crushed out of it's packaging during some sort of brawl. "...looks like it went bad though, that or a rival or vigilante or something crashed the party. In any case, we wound up with five dead, and another five we've gotta run down... well I guess four now." Rodecker said, noting the arrest which cost Klein his car. Stopping at a partitioned off section of the warehouse, Rodecker turned to face Klein and spoke more quietly. "Like I said, we thought it was just a drug deal gone sour, until we looked in here." He said, sliding the plastic covering out of the way and stepping inside to reveal a work area of sorts, filled with masses of machine parts and scattered remains of blueprints, burned beyond recognition. Without a word Klein slipped a small camera from his pocket and began photographing the parts and scraps of paper. Maybe something here would give him a clue as to who was building whatever it was they were building in here. Rodecker stepped back quietly as the young detective went to work. While the old man didn't much care for the ex-soldier that had been placed in his precinct, he couldn't help but respect Klein's work ethic. Walking back to the doorway, he paused and spoke. "I'll leave this stuff to you, but don't bother with the evidence outside, the drug deal is my investigation." Rodecker said gruffly, resuming his trademark scowl and leaving the room. Outside, he made his way back to the scene of the drug deal and murders, only to pause at the sight of an officer popping an aspirin. "Hey, you got any more of those?" He asked. "Uh... yeah, new bottle." "Klein was whining about a headache, do me a favor and go shut him up eh?" |
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| Zero-0 | Oct 18 2010, 10:22 PM Post #3 |
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The officers worked the crime scene for hours, gleaning any evidence and information they could from what was left. Klein had photos of everything in the workshop, and had instructed officers to bag up some key items. Outside, Rodecker had finished up with the drug evidence. "So what do think kid?" Rodecker asked, lighting up a cigarette as they crossed back out of the police line. "They were definately building something in there. I can't help but think the drugs were just providing the finances for whatever it was. I don't have enough to say they were building a Gundam yet, but what else could it be if they were making a custom Powered Armor in there?" Klein said, turning toward the street to hail a cab as Rodecker stopped at his car. "Hey dumbass!" Rodecker yelled to Klein, "Get in the car already... can't have our detectives taking cabs everywhere, we'll be a laughingstock." The unmarked police car cruised away from the warehouse quietly, the two detectives not interested in conversation. Now and then the radio chimed in a crime in progress, but nothing they were in position to respond to. Just as the car pulled up to a stoplight, alongside a large commercial van, the radio crackled to life with an urgent call. "All units, hostage situation in progress! Five powered armor units have taken hostages in the Double B Bank on 5th and Commerce. Suspects match description of those wanted in connection with multiple murder and drug charges. Requesting SWAT and sniper teams ASAP." "Hey that sounds like our runners, lets go!" Lucas shouted, silenced by the hand of his superior. "Think before you talk, are we SWAT or snipers? Are we anywhere near 5th and Commerce? Do you even have a Powered Armor to do any good at the scene? Unless you can fit a Zaku up your ass, I'd say that's three reasons to leave it to SWAT." Rodecker calmly explained, Lucas wasn't convinced. "You've got a Zaku in the trunk right? If you don't wanna take this call fine, just let me out at the next light." "Still not thinking, it's setup for me, you can't just strap it on and expect it to work right. If you wanna go that bad, just wait till we get back to hq, and get your Zaku and go. By then the situation should be handled though." The light turned green, and traffic began to move again. The van beside them pulled ahead, and turned into their lane, allowing cars to pass the less agressively driving vehichles. Rodecker frowned as he stared ahead, something didn't sit well about this van. It's driver was following the law, but the way it moved felt... nervous. Reaching across the dashboard, he pulled an oldschool portable roof light out of the glovebox, plugged it in and sat it atop the car, flipping it on as red light danced across the surrounding cars and a siren chirped once to signal the van to pull over. "Sit tight kid, I'm gonna go have a chat." Rodecker said. Klein sat unhappily and watched as Rodecker walked calmly up to the van, knocking on the driver's window. It rolled down, and Rodecker found himself staring at a rather large gun. His reflexes were sharp for someone his age though, and he ducked away just before the first shot tore through the space he was standing in, and shredded the roof of a passing car. The van's tires spun as it roared away. Rodecker stumbled back to the car, and hit the gas before even shutting his door. "Call it in kid! You wanted action, looks like you got it!" |
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| Zero-0 | Nov 10 2010, 08:51 PM Post #4 |
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Rodecker rammed the van twice, but the patrol car had little effect against such a large vehichle. Klein had radioed in the chase, and was trying to shoot the van's tires, but couldn't get a clear shot as it weaved through traffic. "We're gonna need a bigger gun, drive!" Rodecker shouted, swiftly reclining his seat and rolling into the rear of the car. Klein jumped over to the driver's seat and raised the seatback, weaving to avoid a spray of bullets from the van's passenger as he yelled back at Rodecker. "You're not seriously gonna try to put that thing on in the car are you?" He asked, looking back for a brief moment to catch Rodecker hauling the Zaku armor over the folded backseat. "Just shut up and don't lose him!" Rodecker odered, in surprisingly little time, he was wearing the upper half of his armor, and working on getting the lower half on. Klein looked back again, only to see an old, olive drab Zaku demanding he pop the trunk. As the van slid and fishtailed across oncoming traffic, the patrol car clung to it's tail, the aging green armor climbing out to stand in the trunk of the car, gripping the roof through the rear driver-side window. Flipping on the onboard loudspeaker, Rodecker spoke. "Stop your vehichle or we'll stop it for you!" He said, a gunshot pinging off his left shoulder told him they didn't plan to stop. Raising the 10.5mm machinegun, Rodecker took careful aim and fired a series of bursts. Bullets ripped through the bumper of the van, one or two reaching the rear tires, shredding them. The van pitched and swerved, but couldn't regain control and slid into the curb, rolling twice before coming to a halt on it's side. The driver and passenger lept from the van in rather odd looking powered armors, but chose to flee rather than stand and fight the lone Zaku. "Damn it, we'll never catch them without backup, and things are pretty tied up with that hostage situation..." Rodecker said, stepping off the car to check the van for any additional perps. Ripping the rear door off the van, he leans inside gun first, then suddenly steps back in shock. "Hey kid, you'd better come take a look at this." Rodecker said, motioning Klein to a skeletal frame of a powered armor, mounted on a rack that seemed to have extended out of a large case. Looking down, they could see a variety of weapons in the case, along with a laptop labled 'HEXA initial setup'. |
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