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((I will now make several official statements concerning what I care to address from the last few pages.))

((My abnormally low activity: Until the 14th I have high school and graduation s**t to deal with. After that time I MAY be able to devote more time to the GPD. This is, of course, dependent on what kind of job I can get over the course of the summer.))

((Boxah and his attack: He followed all the rules I can think of, and his continuation of his attack the next day is also perfectly fine. I'd like to mention that I'd prefer someone to be online and posting in the thread while the attack occurs, but what Boxah did is 95%+ cceptable in my mind.))

((Technological devices refers to high tech. Stuff that wouldn't be available in the next 100 years or so, maybe less. High tech weaponry, to a certain extent, is acceptable, as are other items, for now on a case by case basis until I can define it more clearly.))

((Edymion, Commissioner or No?: Edymion has no IC affiliation with the GPD, BUT I offered him an OOC advising position if he wanted to ensure MY rules and such were enforced AND to possibly propose new regulations. If he wants it he can have said power, but not create rules on his own or enforce them with an iron fist. The rules are exactly as they are, and a very strict interpretation is to be taken from them, most of the time.))

((If I missed anything don't hesitate to point it out. I'll be making an IC post in a moment after I clear up a few PMs))
((If anybody sees Officer Jayme Lee around, tell her to go into her profile and turn on the Private Messaging system.))

The roar of a GPD police cruiser grew louder as Commissioner Craven tested out one of the new cruisers for purely official GPD business reasons....yeah, right. A blur passed by the GPD building as the roar reached a climax and then faded once more.

Moments later the vehicle returned, the top and windows down. Thats right, a convertable Cruiser, especially made for the Commissioner, and the Commissioner alone. It had the best of the best for car alarm systems, armored plating in the doors, and bullet proof glass. Not to mention a few extras any car lover would die to have. The vehicle slowly pulled up along side the GPD on the access road to the Garage.

Commissioner Sebastion Craven hopped out of the cruiser and a nearby NPC suddenly found the keys dropped in his hands and instructions to park it no closer that 50 feet to another vehicle. As Sebastion walked around the front of the building he seemed to be looking it over, because after all, it was the first time he was seeing the finished product. The interim Commissioner had given him a few details, not to mention full schematics, which he had studied, but didn't seem to mention much about appearance. He stopped on the sidealk in front of the building, just giving it a once over.
Just as the KCAB Humvee pulled up, the man in the police convertable roared by with his little antics.

"Had to have been a pilot..." the pilot-commando noted, reflecting on his own personal standpoint that the only people who ever drove that fast either were or had been fighter jocks at some point in the past.
Moore saw the man and watced him, he kept his hand his holster as usual, but this action was concealed by the leather coat. He, of course, didn't know this man was the commissioner. Or for that matter, what the commissioner really looked like. He continued walking out of the building, each step producing a clank against the sidewalk.
Raising two bandaged fingers to his glasses, the inspector locked his sight onto the driver as he studied the new GPD. The visual interface blinked as it found a match that was previously beyond the officer's knowledge. A moment later, he addressed the man. "Commissioner Craven." Striding briskly over to the him, and the pilot beside the Humvee, he nodded. "Lieutenant Pei. Captain Ganale of the KCAB has an urgent matter which requires your input." Motioning to said individual, the inspector produced the western figure's letter. "This was also requested to be delivered to you."
Commissioner Craven smirked and then looked to the two men, each in turn, "Howdy there fellas. Have all your needs been taken care of, or is there something little ole Commissioner Craven can do for ya'll?"
The pilot looked toward the man nearby, as though just seeing him for the first time, then gestured forward with his right hand toward the commissioner, speaking to the Western-tailored man.

After you, sir.
Cleric Pei
Raising two bandaged fingers to his glasses, the inspector locked his sight onto the driver as he studied the new GPD. The visual interface blinked as it found a match that was previously beyond the officer's knowledge. A moment later, he addressed the man. "Commissioner Craven." Striding briskly over to the him, and the pilot beside the Humvee, he nodded. "Lieutenant Pei. Captain Ganale of the KCAB has an urgent matter which requires your input." Motioning to said individual, the inspector produced the western figure's letter. "This was also requested to be delivered to you."


Craven looked Pei over for a moment, and not having read any of the personel files except for a one Officer Lacier, didn't really expect a man covered in bandages, "I'm sorry sson, I was listening, but should you be in a hospital? The bandages and all." He looked down to the letter and took it, placing it within a pocket on the inside of his coat for the moment, "Thank you kindly Lieutenant." He glanced to Ganale and then to the 'cowboy,' waiting to see if he's say anything.
"You are most welcome, commissioner." Nodding silently, the inspector bowed quickly, folded his hands behind his back, and strode back to the entrance, his work done for the time being.
The man cleared his throat. "I'm here as request. I'm Sean Moore, the leader of the Black Talon. We're the Skip Tracers and Bounty Hunters you've requested. You called for a meeting of sorts, I recall, or was that someone else? Either way, that letter the lieutanant has was just one for you to contact me at my place of operation." He clicked the sputs on his left boot against the ground, creating a pinging sound. "I've quite luck with anti crime activites. Five mafia leaders dethroned and fifteen regulars."
While the Western man and the commissioner conferred, the pilot turned to the MP behind the wheel and made a key-turning gesture. Moments later, the throaty grumble of the Humvee's engine died out as the pilot opened the back door and sat down on the passenger seat, leaving the door open and planting his boots on the ledge of the opened window.
Craven thought for a moment, "Ah! Right, if you'd be so kind as to head right up in there into my office I'll be with ya in one moment sir. Not my style to talk business out in the open. Never know what type of stuff might have ears you don't know about." He smiled as he leaned a bit to look past the westernly man towards the pilot, "My lieutenant gone and said you had something that needed my input and whatnot?"

((Dunno how much longer I got on the comp.))
Within the space of two seconds, the pilot had gone from leisurely reclining on the seat of the Humvee to standing at about as close to attention as he cared to get. The PDA with all the alliance information was in his right hand, outstretched to the commissioner.

General Donaldson of Kuwait City Air Base requested I come to inquire about an alliance between our base and the police department. Now that fighting overseas has settled down, we're able to turn our attention to domestic affairs once more, and we see that there's a lot that needs doing around here.
"I've a better idea. Come to the Black Talon Bar, the adress is on the letter. If you prefer we can discuss it over a few drinks and I practically own the place so it's secure." While speaking he continued tapping his boot.
He nodded to the 'cowboy,' "K, I'll be there in a bit. Finish up this business here, take a look around, and then stop by. As long as you got whiskey, I'm there." He took the PDA from the pilot, looking over the basics as he nodded slightly, speaking almost distractedly, "Int'resting...ok... yup...mmhmm...all right then. You got yourself a deal, son. If I ain't been smokin' nothing tha's been tampered with, the KCAB had one of them Alliances with the GPD back when that Bolt Decker fellow was Commissioner. Int'resting man that fellow is. We'll talk more later, but on my end, everythings a go. Now if ya'll excuse me, I got to get acquainted with this place."

((I gtg, anything you really need him to say or do you can puppetmaster for me, after that, he's gonna go inside then later leave to wet his whistle. Nothing like some good ole fashioned whiskey.))

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