The Target Policewoman&Flassche

[DamianRuyin]

The Target​

Lance pressed his shoulder firmly up against the wall, his heart hammering in his chest, the rapid beat echoing loudly in his ears. It surprised him how he still felt so exhilarated every time, feeling the adrenalin race through his veins like a drug, sharpening his senses. Thick drops of blood where dripping down the small stainless-steel knife he was holding in his right hand, his digits grasping it tightly, the metallic surface gleaming.

The room was silent, not one sound could be heard, and even his breathing was shallow, forced, keeping his position as concealed as possible. A small cloth appeared in his left hand, shifting towards the small blade, cleaning it in an automated fashion. He glanced sideways, intense light grey eyes scanning his surroundings with a hawk like precision, a procedure he had repeated countless times before. The room was dark, the night and broken lamps making it so, but enough eerie moonlight still existed to see a few objects, only the corners were completely shrouded in black, hiding all in the shadows.

Moving forward cautiously, each foot placed lightly with agonizing precision.
The air became silent as the commotion subsided as quickly as it had started, the atmosphere now becoming one of deafening suspense. The minute he had ended the targets life, he had heard a feint noise, footsteps even. A flash of light flickered, causing Lance to glance upwards. Again it flickered and Lance squinted, seeing that the mirror before him was reflecting the light off an object.
A small smirk widened on his face as he saw the reflection of a tall youth in it, his own blade catching some of the light. The 6’2 tall frame was clad in dark clothing, dark enough to blend in with the shadows, yet colorful enough to blend in with a large crowd. His short cut dark brown hair was blending in with the dark room. The only thing that really stood out where his perfect bright grey irises.

Lance finished cleaning his blade and sheathed it, hiding it in a small slot between his right shoe. Exhilaration coursing through his veins as he moved around the corner.
Within seconds he had blended in with the shadows and disappeared completely.



 
…Day..1…

Lance rushed towards the building as the screech of a siren cut through his reflection. Lights flashed outside and flooded the streets with a blinding glare, the glow of crimson red and dark blue, searching for answers, searching for him. And here he was standing a mere foot away from a dozen police officers, even casually talking to one of them. “Come one.. What do you mean you are not in a liberty to discuss the wellbeing of the occupant? I just watched them clear out a corpse in a body bag!” A filthy glance was al he got in return.

The scene changed quickly as more and more people crowded the streets, police men, neighbors, reporters, forming a cesspool of curiosity. Lance fiddled the badge he was wearing around his neck, supported by a metal chain. The private detective role offered him some jurisdiction and awe in the eyes of the citizens, yet he was frowned upon by the average policemen.
The death of Judge George Adam Kingsly was a huge media sensation. The body was found a few hours ago, stabbed to death by an unknown assassin. The private security personal and surveillance cameras offered no answer to who this assassin was. It appeared he had appeared and disappeared into the depths of the night. The not yet cold corpse was still warm, yet the media vultures had already pried up enough dirt to make a satisfying story. Corruption, prostitution, blackmailing, all these things where small things compared to his link with his disappeared brother, Senator Lucas Adam Kingsly.

Lance calmed his own heartbeat as he inspected his surroundings. A small black car was heading towards the crime scene. “And I see the first piece as arrived at the board” A small childish grin appeared on his face. Gods this feeling of insecurity was the best. He formed his poker face and remembered his role he would be playing. Infiltrate and advice the pieces, as they move across the board.

And when the time would be right… The senator’s eyes would grow dim as his spark of life would be extinguished

 

[Policewoman]

Claire's head rose when she heard the sound of two short knocks on her door, pausing for a moment to push a blonde curl behind her ear before calling out for them to enter. The man that entered was a few years older than she, and he wore the lapel pins of a Deputy Chief.

"You know that kidnapping case you've been working on?" He asked, crossing his arms across his chest. "Yeah, I do. What about it?" She replied, sitting up straight in the chair.

A manila folder was thrown down onto her desk, sliding across the wooden surface, stopping next to her. She opened it, surprised to see a picture of a dead man. "This man is the senator's brother. He was killed last night, by an unknown assassin. You may want to go take a look, we think it might have something to do with your case." Claire nodded, rising to her feet. "Thank you, sir. I'll go take a look at it." She said, and he walked out of her office.

Just under a half of an hour later, her black sedan pulled to a stop outside of the crime. A leg clothed in black slacks proceeded her body as Claire stepped out of the sedan. A white blouse covered her large chest, and a Glock 19 sat on her waistband in a paddle holster. A few inches forward, her badge was clipped to her belt. The detective approached the scene, tapping her badge when the uniformed officer glanced over at her. She nodded, and approached an officer with the pins of a sergeant to ask about the current situation.

 

[DamianRuyin]

As the black sedan arrived at the scene, people started to back away. The news team was already rushing towards the vehicle, but where stopped by a few feet for tape and stationed policemen. The blonde woman gracefully stepped out of the black car as if she was royalty. Her blond curls danced behind her as she made her way towards the sergeant.

The two exchanged words, the subject was obvious to anyone. Lance wanted to know more, who she is, what Intel did they have, could he be linked to the crime. His mind was racing, spinning out of control even. He calmed himself as he got back into character. The naïve, yet enthusiastic, private investigator. He fixed his eyes upon their lips as he tried to guess what they were saying. He had good hearing, yet the commotion and sirens where blocking I all out.

From her posture Lance could see she was important, or at least she thought she was. Her demeanor, the powerful yet alluring stride, her predatorily eyes that eyes the scene. She would be his ticked. He had to get close to her, make himself useful. Seduction would be hard, as she was quite a few years his senior. He examined her digits, yet found no ring. Either she kept it elsewhere, or she was fair game.

He stared at her for a few more seconds before he turned around. He would need to find out who she is. Name, age, personality traits, where does she eat and sleep. A cellphone quickly appeared in his hand, his long fingers already working hard.


Day Three..
“Ah.. come one!!” I spend all morning trying to get here, and you say.. sorry?” The young investigator shook his head as he waved the folder above his head. “It’s like you don’t want to solve this case. Dumb-a” He mumbled the last word as he turned around. She had to be around here, yet he could not go looking for her, she would need to find him. He turned around again and slammed the folder on the table. “Come on.. A judge gets wacked.. and you simply turn evidence away?. Bunch of donut eating obese!..” He stopped talking as he noticed he had drawn a crowd. A few police officers already where walking towards him. In mere seconds his ass would be introduced to either a jail, or the sidewalks.

He clutched the folder he was holding tightly. It contained some financial papers, most of them discrimination the judge or tying him to underground connections.

 

[Policewoman]

Not much of anything had been recovered from the crime scene, which was quite unsurprising to her. This was probably a skilled assassination, not an accident or some nutcase who believed that God had told them to do it. Another piece to the puzzle of the kidnapping, but someone had dropped the piece into their bowl of chips and thrown the chips in the garbage.

Since the killing, she had poured over anything she could find about the judge, the senator, and their relationship, and she still had no suspects in mind, and not even a clear motive yet. She had found that they had a pretty good relationship, and were rather close. Some had suggested that the killing and kidnapping were unrelated, but somehow she doubted that.

Claire was returning from an interview with a friend of the judge, but all the witness seemed to be interested in doing was staring at her ass, so it didn't turn up any leads. She could hear the commotion going on, apparently some guy was getting pissed, which happened pretty damn often here, so she didn't think much of it until the words 'judge' and 'killed'. Did this guy have some information on the case? Convenient, but she had once said that breakthroughs come when you least expect them.

It was obvious that the uniforms weren't happy with the ruckus, they would probably end up throwing him in the cell for a few hours to shut him up, but Claire wanted to see if he did have it. She approached the crowd with her confident stride, and said in a firm tone. "Back away, let me deal with him." The uniforms looked at her, slightly surprised, but she had the rank, and they knew better than to fuck with a superior, so they stopped advancing towards the man.

"I'm Deputy Investigator Claire Roland. You say you have evidence on the case of the killing of Judge Kingsly?" She said to him, flashing her badge to the younger male. "Because if you do, I may be able to help you with that."

 

[DamianRuyin]

Giving one last sour look, Lance turned to face the woman. His façade almost cracked when he stared at her form. Much… much more than he had anticipated. Sure he had seen her photographs, studied tapes of her movements, but facing her up close… it was something else. Her eyes studied his own, as her lips parched to pronounce the words. "Because if you do, I may be able to help you with that."

His collected his thoughts as he reminded himself of his mission. “Er.. yheah.. But I am looking for a detective..” He made a little show of him not realizing she was way above the others pay grade. “Oh.. sorry” even a slight blush appeared on his cheeks. “Yes I do have information. It seems not everyone around here is eating donuts” He gave one more sour look to the crowd behind him, before following Claire.

The youth was led to a small room. Judging from the content that was on the desk, it was obviously hers. He clutched his folder with his left hand as he exchanged his right hand with hers.. “Sorry for the mess I caused in the entrance. I… I go annoyed because of the constant rejection.” The young boy smiled gently as he spoke again. “My name Is Lance. I have some information concerning the judge. He noticed the reaction it sparked in her eyes, she fixed her gaze upon his map. “I’ll freely give it to you, on the condition I can participate in this investigation”

He opened the folder and slid it across the desk towards her. At first glance it was nothing out of the ordinary. Small telephone notes, photographs of him standing near telephone posts, schedules for meeting. To the untrained person it was simply notes. Judging from her reaction, she was already fitting the final pieces together. The phone numbers matched that of the phone booths and his own cellphone. His schedules from work where always on the first of the month. At that exact time he would be seen withdrawing money from a personal account, delivering it to the same area the booth was in.

The boy stared at her eyes. Her irises springing from left to right, almost dancing. Her mouth even twitched as she read the boy’s own notes.

In the next couple of days she would no doubt do research on the boy. He had not given her his last name, but he knew she could find out quickly enough. The boy had hacked an alias for himself.

Lancius James Block. It would state that he had tried to enlist in the police department, even doing well above average in the test, yet failing because of his hearing to his left ear. After that event the boy had joined a small investigating agency for a few weeks, before going solo. The boy would peek her interest yet still be a nuisance enough to not draw attention.

“Please tell me I you get it right?.. OR do I have to make yet another scene in here.”

 

[Policewoman]

A frown came over her lips when he remarked that he was looking for a detective, a frown which relaxed slightly when he apologized. She nodded once when he confirmed that she had information before turning and walking towards her office. When they reached the small rooms and walked into one, she pushed the door shut behind him. Claire was curious about what this guy had for this case, she hadn't found much, what had he found?

"That's fine, the patrols guys here seem to have an aversion to doing anything that isn't clearly outlined in the regulations, gets a little annoying sometimes." Claire remarked. Her eyes lingered on the folder, as if it would reveal its contents to her if she kept staring at it. She took a seat in the chair, placing her hands on the desk.

"You want to take part in the investigation? A bit stiff of a request, but if you have good info, I'd be fine with taking you on to give me a hand for this case." She said as she opened the folder, her eyes moving over the words. She was silent when she read it, taking in the information that filled the pages. After two minutes, she set down the folder, leaning back in her seat. "Well, you certainly have good information here. Stuff my old man bosses wouldn't let me pursue." The detective said. "As per your request, you can work with me on this case."