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amstrdm) wrote in meadowlarklogs2019-01-08 03:40 pm
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WHO: NPC detective (Riko Satou), Heine Rammsteiner, Hei, and Jake Muller
WHERE: New Amsterdam's 12th Precinct Jail
WHEN: January 3rd
WHAT: Arrests and interrogations. No motive, still murder, etc.
NOTES OR WARNINGS: Loss of autonomy, consent, references to nonconsensual surgery. Any additional warnings will be added.
[ It isn't difficult for the officers to bring in the three men, what with two of them doing exactly as they're hold with little argument. The weird part is that two of them just don't exist. It was clear as day to the officers when they first encountered them. It's even clearer now that they're sitting inside of the station waiting for processing. There are no fingerprints on record, and no damn clue as to who they are or where they came from. The third man – Heine – isn't unique in any way. There is no record on him. But the other two? It's strange. Impossible.
Murder is a hefty charge, but it's hard to charge someone who doesn't exist. It's especially hard to investigate a murder when someone doesn't have a life to look at. Motives. Anything like that.
Riko's assignment on this is a headache. To say the least.
It's time to question the men involved. See what happened. Figure it out.
So much weird ... everything has happened lately. This is just one big steaming crap to add to it all.
They give it a few hours before they start the interrogations. They make sure the two men don't exist. Scour records. Do facial recognition over and over. But nada. Nothing. Hell, they don't even come up on anything recently in the city. It's strange.
By then, the drugs would have worn off for Hei and Jake. ]
WHERE: New Amsterdam's 12th Precinct Jail
WHEN: January 3rd
WHAT: Arrests and interrogations. No motive, still murder, etc.
NOTES OR WARNINGS: Loss of autonomy, consent, references to nonconsensual surgery. Any additional warnings will be added.
[ It isn't difficult for the officers to bring in the three men, what with two of them doing exactly as they're hold with little argument. The weird part is that two of them just don't exist. It was clear as day to the officers when they first encountered them. It's even clearer now that they're sitting inside of the station waiting for processing. There are no fingerprints on record, and no damn clue as to who they are or where they came from. The third man – Heine – isn't unique in any way. There is no record on him. But the other two? It's strange. Impossible.
Murder is a hefty charge, but it's hard to charge someone who doesn't exist. It's especially hard to investigate a murder when someone doesn't have a life to look at. Motives. Anything like that.
Riko's assignment on this is a headache. To say the least.
It's time to question the men involved. See what happened. Figure it out.
So much weird ... everything has happened lately. This is just one big steaming crap to add to it all.
They give it a few hours before they start the interrogations. They make sure the two men don't exist. Scour records. Do facial recognition over and over. But nada. Nothing. Hell, they don't even come up on anything recently in the city. It's strange.
By then, the drugs would have worn off for Hei and Jake. ]
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[ There's no helping it. She presses her hands against the table top between them, pushing up. The door opens behind her. ]
Let him finish his beer, and then take him in for some blood and urine tests. [ The men file around Jake, prepared, but not yet moving on him. It's clear that they respect Riko's word, if nothing else. ]
If he decides he's up for talking, make sure you have two beers ready for us. [ "Got it, Detective Satou." She offers them a smile, and turns to leave. What a headache. ]
no subject
[ Rude joking comments aside his eyes remain on Riko as he speaks, a new quality to that stare that's nigh impossible to read. He holds that gaze until she turns away from him, finally willing to crack another one of those fake little smirks as he glances up at the men flanking him. ]
Should be easy for you guys, I've got big veins. [ The viral immunity in his blood is at the forefront of his mind, too, only recently discovered by himself. Would it show up in tests? Does it matter? Fuck, he doesn't even know the first thing about this world's problems. Time to find out. ]