Leon stands by, frowning at the kid, observing him and trying to get a feeling for the kid's mindset and figure out whether he's telling the truth, omitting information, or outright lying.
Leon lets out a curse as something gets in his eye and he rubs at it, dropping his vision, but still trying to pay some attention to the kid's words. What the hell? Came out of nowhere...
Oscar will gather blood sample that he suppose is from the creature.
once done:
So who can follow lizard tracks ? oh and you can do what ever you want with the kid jet i'm finished with him.
"Well my friends, it would seem we have a lizard man thing straight out of the penny dreadfuls. This seems to be a case right up our alley." Jerehmiah will continue to aid where he canwith the investigation.
"Thanks," Jet says to Oscar, moving forward and tipping the kid's chair over backwards at about a 45 degree angle. Jet brings his face down into the kid's and snarls, "So, think it's a good idea to shoot at the local heroes, huh? Think again, dumbass. I might let you off with the cops, without throwing a beating into you like I'd so love to do, if you tell me where you got that gun. That's not legal for you to carry even if you've got a permit... and I have my doubts about that possibility."
Desmond shies away from Jet, half-turning his face away from him. "Hey man, I don't know. Rico gave it to me to hold onto last night, and I don't know where he gets his things. I just kinda assumed it was on the level, y'know? I didn't even know you needed a permit!"
From what Jet can tell, the kid isn't lying. About this, or his earlier story.
Meanwhile, Oscar and Jerehmiah get to work on sampling the blood spatter on the glass.
With that, you're pretty sure that you've found everything that could be useful here. Though you should probably do something with Desmond's gun (probably shouldn't just give it back to him).
The only clues you can really follow up on are the "Hilberger Tech-X-433" tag and the blood sample, which will need to be sent to a crime lab. The tag however, you should be able to research that yourself
Your day started around 6:00 AM, and it's now 9:00 AM.
Jet stares into the kid's eyes a second longer, wordlessly promising just what he'll do if something isn't true, then lets go, allowing the kid to fall onto his back. "Someone grab the gun and give it to the cops--I don't even want to touch it." He walks around and hoists the kid to his feet, holding him by the neck to bring him out to the cops.
Once that's taken care of, Leon pases, going over what the group had found. "So, the blood needs to go to the lab, and we find out about the tag? I can work the streets, see if anybody knows anything." Better at that than computer work, anyway. "If you've got a computer and want somewhere quiet to work on it, we can use my place."
[B]"Oh I am sure that would do just fine. If you gentlemen do not mind doing all of the computer work. I am still getting used to them. Wonderful machines yes."[b]
Well first we should look if we can follow the lizard track, with all that blood maybe we can follow for a bit. As for the computer work i'll handle that. we for the blood sample we need to go to the lab to have it analysed.
"Exactly. It might also not hurt to drop by the morgue and leave a number with the coroner so we can get the report once that's in." Leon glances at Jerehmiah. Getting used to them? They're fifty years old. That's like getting used to color television...
"So, after checking on the tracks, we go to the lab, the coroner's if it's nearby, and then my place." Summarizing the plan, Jet readies to head back outside. Hopefully the crowd's dispersed some. Vultures. He then exits the building with the others.
The kid, Desmond, is handed over to the cops, and his gun along with him. He's told that he's being arrested for Assault on a Police Officer, Resisting Arrest, and Attempted Murder, but he doesn't respond, instead mumbling something about Rico as he gets shoved into the back of a patrol vehicle.
Outside, the crowd has thinned, but not by much, the civilian presence instead partly replaced by the press and their news vans, as they report on the 'mysterious murder'. You're sure that these guys would love to catch some superheroes at the scene, but fortunately for the team, no one seems to notice them as they make their way to the side of the building, where the lizard thing escaped through the window.
Standing outside the window, you do notice a few blood spatters , even a fallen barrel that the thing might have accidentally knocked over, but since no one on the team is particularly trained at this sort of thing, you find it impossible to track where this lizard thing might have gone.
figuring out after a bit that none in the special unit can follow the track. Oscar will ask to the lead uniform he talked to earlier if he could put out a call for a Canine unit to be dispatched here.
The "Lead Uniform" raises his eyebrow, "A K-9 unit? What for?"
Jet nods at Oscar's suggestion. "There's some blood on the glass outside, and dogs might be able to track what--whoever did this." He turns to the others. "I can also hit the streets, see if anybody knows anything."
it is exactly as jet said
The Old Man smirks at the thought of how much things had changed since his time.
The Officer nods, "Alright, in that case, I should be able to get a unit down here in about an hour or so. I can lead the search personally too, just give me a way to contact you and I'll tell you what we find."
"Oh, and, by the way, the name's Victor," he holds out his hand to no one in particular, expecting a handshake.
"Contact? Give us a call." Jet gives the man the number to his vigilante-identity cell phone.
Victor puts the number into his own cellphone. "I'll give you a call as soon as we find something." Then he goes off to make the necessary calls to get a K-9 Unit in.
What will each of you do now?
Officer Victor, if the tracks lead you to anything. Please don't play the hero. That is what we have Jet fore. Do not engage, stay far.
To the party.
I am going to head to the lab in order to drop of these blood sample who is coming with me?
"I would be more than happy to come with my boy. Give me a chance to see technology in action."
"I'll come along. Not much of a science guy, but I can take you to my hideout after that." Jet also offers to drive the car, if needed.
not much sense going to your hideout after the lab jet, as i plan to access our databanks and therefore need to connect from the station. I am going to look for declared robberies or insurance claim of break into labs and sutch.
Victor nods, smiling as he leaves, "Trust me, the last thing I want to do is tangle with something that can rip a guy apart."
Once the team has agreed to go to the lab, everyone piles into the patrol car, but not before Oscar goes around the back and exchanges his evidence kit for the one in the trunk. Jet drives, and it doesn't take long to get back to the station.
The station is just as busy as when you left it, but it's easy enough to find your own way to the crime lab, where a bored-looking technician sits alone at her desk. When the team approaches however, she quickly perks up and goes to meet you.
"Hey~ I was hoping I'd get something from you guys today." She smiles, shaking hands with whoever offers, whereupon you notice the leather gloves on her hands. "The name's Sandra. And, heh, I already know all of your names. So what do you have for me?"
"I was hoping I'd get something from you guys today."
"Blood sample, Sandra. Hopefully of whoever did the crime, and not the body." Leon pauses, wondering if he said her name too casually. Sh*t. Leon knows her, but Jet doesn't. Don't blow it, man. "Right now it may be our best lead to figuring out who the perp is. If you can take care of this," Jet says, turning to the others, "maybe take the tag to R&I to figure out what it is."
Hi there sandra, i have the evidence kit right here. There are pictures download the photo 2 different blood sample give out the evidence and a weird tag, might be prints or DNA and the last bag
this case is BPD Special Investigations Division eyes only
oh and i need to replace the patrole car evidence kit.
Thanks sandra, call us when you have the results
Once there he will log on the Law enforcement database and search for any reference to Hilberger Tech-X-433 he will be careful not to sign on the machine using his own ID and to reroute / mask the query coming from the station.
The temporally misplaced man stares dumbfounded at the young lady. Oy gevalt, wa ist dies Fraulein tragen? He looks as if he wishes to say something, but propriety holds his tongue back. Lost in a world that is no longer his, Jerehmiah has no choice but to stoically accept the differences and try to politely ignore the outlandish appearance of this you Lady.
@LEON - Yeah, Leon knows her all right. She hasn't been working here for very long, but it didn't take very long for everyone to realize that she's a blood-loving goth... She's a little grim at times, to say the least.
@EVERYONE - Sandra accepts the photos and the tag, she's wordless and uninterested. When the blood samples come out though? Her eyes light up, "Ooh, now there's the good stuff." She practically snatches it out of Oscar's hand.
"Yeah, dude, don't worry. I'll give you a call, for real." Oscar leaves shortly afterward. "So, uh," Sandra turns to Jet and Jerehmiah, "Whose phone will I have the pleasure of calling? I mean this does take a little while, and the guy kind of went off, unless you're all planning on waiting here or something."
@OSCAR -
You're able to mask the query, and log in under someone else's username. Only thing left is to find the information itself...
"Mine." Jet gives her the number and nods. "But it shouldn't be a pleasure to deal with a dead man." He doesn't bother raising an eyebrow, knowing she wouldn't see it. "As for waiting, I don't plan on it."
Jerehmiah will take jet aside, trying to find a place where they can speak freely."Well my friend; I do not know how long this will take, but would you like to try and canvas what we can from other sources?"
Jet nods. "Hitting the streets isn't a bad plan. I should probably change first, though. Best if Jet isn't seen walking around, asking people questions, buying them drinks, that sort of thing. My hideout's best, and not too far away."
Jet nods at Jerehmiah's suggestion. Popping his head back in to let Sandra know they're leaving, he heads outside with the old man and gets in the car. "Bear with me on this, because I don't want anybody following us..."
Leon taps the wheel occasionally as he weaves through the city streets, taking unnecessary turns and generally adding distance to the route to throw off any potential tails. Finally, he parks the car and opens his bag, taking off his cloak and shoving it inside, along with his mask. Underneath, you see he has brown hair that comes a little below his jawline and dark brown eyes. "Still probably looks weird to be walking around in urban camo, but the cloak and mask are the main thing," he explains, putting the bag back on and undoing the buttons on his jacket.
He then leads you back two blocks the way you came and to an alleyway, where he lifts the manhole cover with some grunting and shoves it aside. Peering inside, he grabs the rungs of the ladder and begins to drop down. "This way to my lovely abode," he grunts.
The trek through the underground takes another few minutes, though it's obviously much more straightforward than the roundabout trip on the streets. Eventually he comes to a small slot in the wall and reaches into a pocket, pulling out a half-dollar coin. Leon inserts the coin into the slot, and after a moment, there's a click and a handle that was barely visible before pops out of the wall. He turns it, and pushes open the door to his lair.
Jet's lair is about the size of an average apartment. The first room is apparently a mud room/closet, as you see a few rugs and even a shoe cleaner here, with evidence that he generally cleans and/or removes his footwear here before proceeding further. Hanging on the wall are a couple of spare costumes, as well as some casual outfits and what looks like a police uniform.
The next room--which Jet enters after pausing to wipe off and remove his combat boots--is a living area and kitchenette. It has a sofa and chair, with a desk that holds a telephone, two devices by it--"Got the things, but I'm not sure how to use 'em"--and several notebooks and journals along with a slew of writing utensils. The kitchenette has a microwave, toaster oven, and mini-fridge, along with cabinets and a small electric range.
Off this room appear to be a bedroom and a bathroom. There's another door that's currently closed and bolted. "Leads to a wide access tunnel that comes up on the street a ways over. Planning to get a car or bike at some point; when I do, that'll be the garage," Jet explains.
"Make yourself at home... while we're here. Anything you need to do?" Leon moves into the bedroom, and after a few minutes reappears in seasonal clothing.
Leon reappears in jeans, sneakers, and a Metallica t-shirt, with a red bandana holding back a mop of dirty-blond hair that looks longer than would be generally accepted in a real police force. He puts on a backpack, presumably one he was wearing earlier, and stands by the door. "Ready to head out?"
"Ready as I will ever be. Interesting home you have here. A lot of interesting toys." Jerehmiah takes a final look around before sighing and heading out with Leon."You know you have gotten too old when you can't recognize most of what is in another man's house."
As Jerehmiah leaves the small apartment sized home he takes a slow look around. Old habits that had served him well, now done without even noticing he was still doing it.
Stepping back into the sewer, Jerehmiah takes a slow look around while Leon busies himself with the door.
The place is a little dark, moist and smelly (well actually, it's really a lot of those things). Fortunately, this section of the sewer is a canal with two raised walkways (around 15 ft. across from each other, the water running in-between), allowing you to stay well above the water. Following the slowly moving water with your eyes (down the tunnel, away from where you came), you see that the tunnel begins to widen and that the walkways disappear.
From this information, you easily deduce that only a few parts of the sewer have these raised walkways. You also discern that the water gets deeper the farther you go, as evidenced by a few downward slopes, though it does appear that the wider tunnels might have been designed to compensate for this, so that the water level doesn't get too high in those places.
All in all, it doesn't seem like the best way to design a sewer.
Jerehmiah gives Leon a long weary look."Where to my friend?"
Finishing the locking up, Leon turns to Jerehmiah. "What's that look?" he asks with a small grin. "C'mon, we're heading up topside again. Gonna use a different access point, back alley where only the drunks could see us. Then we'll ask around if anybody knows anything, hm?" He sets off at a trot toward the desired manhole.
Jerehmiah, you notice a distinct change in Leon's personality from when he was wearing the cloak. He seems much more cheerful, outgoing, and generally human than he was as Jet.
Jerehmiah smiles at Leon briefly and chuckles."When you get to be my age, your face tends to make looks all on its own. Never quite sure what it is doing but trust me when I say it ist the maven on the odd looking. But I hold us up with these looks and such, lead the way my friend." Jerehmiah makes a long sweeping motion towards the sewer."Far be it for me to give looks to a man who lives his life in a sewer retreat yes no.
Leon laughs. "It's not my whole life. I only found this place when I started the whole Jet thing, you know? And I've got an apartment... though I'm a little behind on the payments since I quit the force and my money started running low."
You proceed down the sewer with no difficulty at all, before choosing a ladder and climbing up into a secluded back alley (where it is and what it's next to, is up to Leon). There are no people here, but you can hear some people nearby.
Before you can make plans to go anywhere though... 'Jet' gets a call on his cellphone, and he sets the phone to a higher volume so that Jerehmiah can hear as well.
"Hello?" It's Victor from the crime scene.
"Alright, so I was, by chance, able to get a K9 unit down here. So I told the guys to take the dogs near the window, and they picked up on a scent right away, leading us to a open manhole not too far away.
We aren't allowed to go down there, especially not with the dogs. But I did take a quick look around, and I'd say it's a pretty lost cause anyway. The guy could have gone anywhere."
As the men ascend and reach the streets, Leon pulls out his vibrating "Jet cell phone" and answers the call in the vigilante's gruff voice. He nods at Victor's message. "Any chance you can get a CSI team down there to check it out? We're doing research on our end."
"Alright, I'll see what I can do. I'll call with more details later." Victor hangs up.