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 Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2016 6:11 pm
All the proceedings in the Dwight Goodwin Murder Case from March 17, 2012 onward.
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Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2017 10:06 pm
   Owen Hunt
"No, Sam. I'm working on the murder case. Yes... I know... I'll look into the healer you found. I know she needs the help but I can't ignore this case anymore... His body is missing, if this was over, why take the body?" Owen, fully costumed as Azrael, spoke to the newest of the Horsemen over the phone. Andrea had been... hurt and so Owen had told the Raven to find someone who could fix what was done to her but just when the Raven managed to find someone, Dwight Goodwin's body had vanished. Owen had put off the case long enough and a call from Olympia prompted him back into action. She reached out in the morning and they met during the afternoon. Olympia seemed like she was working to all ends in order to balance her schedule between her time managing the new team, updating Owen on information the SIA had, and taking care of her daughter. Owen appreciated it but didn't really convey the most gratitude. After the meeting Owen returned to the Stable to put on his suit and then went directly to the home of the supposed witness who had claimed to have seen a woman visiting Dwight before his death.
The call he was currently on came when Owen reached the doorstep of the witness's house. He wrapped up the conversation with the Raven on his way up to the door and slipped his phone into his pocket. This woman would be crucial to the investigation if she could identify who had visited Dwight. Unfortunately for Owen, he was about to find out exactly how complicated of a web he was trapped in. As Owen reached the arrow doorway into the house it became increasingly clear that he was not the first person to make this visit. The door hung slightly ajar and he could hear the news playing from the television inside the home. Owen instinctively reached behind himself and pulled his flintlock pistol from it's holster before taking aim and pushing the door open with his mind. Inside the apartment seemed untouched but that did little to calm his nerves. The news was broadcasting an interview with an SIA agent at the location where it had been reported that Dwight's body was missing from. Owen recognized the agent as Cyrus Dain, a man... well being, that Owen had encountered earlier in his career. The television broadcast did little to distract Owen until he had ensured the building was empty. Once he had done that, he returned to the living room to watch the recap of information he had already been told by Olympia. If he was lucky, the SIA was a few steps behind him. That would allow for a little more breathing room as far as traveling around went. But Owen was never lucky. A subtle creaking noise from the door as it was opened again triggered Owen's impulse to aim at the person walking into what was technically a crime scene. Little did he know, Owen had just taken aim at an SIA agent.
Day: April 5, 2012 | Time: 9:37 PM | Alias: Azrael | In Costume
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Deadly_Tiger Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Feb 28, 2017 9:59 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2017 6:27 pm
Owen Hunt
"I know who you are. I keep track of things. Especially people working with being who are threats to everyone. Moreover, a different friend told me about you." Owen didn't exactly have a neutral stance on her partner. He felt that Cyrus was too dangerous. With a thought, he could plunge the world into nuclear war. No one should have that power. At least people like Olympia could physically be stopped but Cyrus, how did someone stop technology itself? While a lot of his thoughts were dragged to her partner by the simple suggestion of his name, Owen did not entirely forget ho was standing in front of him. He didn't like that the SIA was here. All they ever did was get in his way. Still, he lowered the gun and holstered it in it's spot behind his back. "Whoever lived here is gone. I'd say she moved but all of her things are still here. Not hard to draw a conclusion."
Day: April 5, 2012 | Time: 9:38 PM | Alias: Azrael | In Costume
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Deadly_Tiger Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Mar 07, 2017 8:33 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 07, 2017 8:53 pm
Owen Hunt
"While big name heroes look at the threats that present themselves, I try to find the one's that are hiding. Fortunately, he hasn't become a problem yet." That was Owen's way around the question because in truth, he had not been the one to discover the Collective. Azrael had never been the one to discover the Collective. Instead it was the first Minerva who had. Owen had read about him in his file and then sought him out but that meeting was something to think about another time. Owen looked around when asked if he had found any clues yet and noted a pad of paper on the coffee table in front of the TV. "I get the feeling the only clue we are going to find is the one the killer wants. We follow it until they slip up, then I get ahead of them. Whoever this killer is, they know the SIA is looking for them, but they don't know I am." As he spoke, Owen moved over to the pad and examined it. A page had been torn off the top recently and Owen knew enough to know that the indentation would be discernible with some medium to change the color of the highest level of paper. Fortunately he didn't need that. Whoever had written on the paper had been panicked and in a rush. They wrote with a heavy hand and the indentations were readable on their own. What happened to the original note was unclear but Owen suspected the assailant had removed it. Still, it was too sloppy to leave the rest of the note pad. He knelt down and read the address silently while motioning for the agent to come over to him.
Day: April 5, 2012 | Time: 9:40 PM | Alias: Azrael | In Costume
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Deadly_Tiger Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Mar 15, 2017 8:51 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2017 4:08 pm
Owen Hunt
"Actually I've spent many nights thinking about that. I have ways to stop him but... there are greater threats at the moment. Threats we don't know about. At least we can monitor him." By we, Owen wasn't referring to Lexi and himself. He was referring to his team. The most recent edition to his team was the most useful plan but to actually utilize him, it would mean killing him. wen looked at the address one more time and then looked at Agent Halo. "I'll meet you there." Owen repeated as a statement rather than a question. He didn't like Jazzman's hall. Not one bit. Owen stood and walked out of the building without another word. On the way to the hall he would make another call to the new Nergal to see how Andrea was doing. He needed to look into the healer soon but he also needed to wrap this up. It would take about thirty minutes for him to reach the hall and when he did, he waiting outside for the agent. The air was different, heavier and holding a odor that Owen had only encountered twice before in his life. He didn't know exactly what it was but it was familiar.
Day: April 5, 2012 | Time: 10:10 PM | Alias: Azrael | In Costume
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Deadly_Tiger Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Apr 24, 2017 8:21 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 24, 2017 9:50 pm
Owen Hunt
"Theatrically, deception and fear. Effective agents. People are afraid to come near, meaning they are afraid to destroy it." Azrael answered. It was a question he often asked as well and that was the answer he had determined to be best. Azrael took a moment to ensure they were alone in the hall before following Halo in. He noted her observation and then tracked the various footprints. He found more interest in the ones leading towards the speakeasy. They were here because the indentation on the paper had lead them hear. Either set of footprints could have belonged to the missing witness but he doubted all of them were related. "You should investigate the blood, I'll look into the speakeasy." Azrael suggested as he moved beside the footprints. The odor from before growing slightly stronger as he neared it. He reached out his hand towards the door and then reached out with his mind. He tried to pull them open but they didn't budge. So he pulled harder with his mind and the finally cracked open. When they did, the odor became far worse and Owen held his breath while he descended inside. It was dark deeper into the room but the light from the entryway seemed to be enough. Owen would be able to manage with the light he had. He could hear a slight crunching beneath his feet, a familiar crunching and a sensation he had felt beneath his feet before. A feeling similar to when he stepped on a criminal's leg to break it. Only this was a much more brittle crunch. It couldn't have been- Owen paused and knelt down. He ran his hand along the floor and felt the powder like substance beneath him. He felt the ashes.
"Agent! Come down here!" Owen called out as he felt around in the darkness. Ashes everywhere. His fingers occasionally rubbed across some old, decayed bone, but it was mostly ashes. He knew now what the smell was. Burnt flesh. Somewhere in here there was a body that had been burned recently, but that was not what Owen was looking for right now. He had good perception without sight but you couldn't read a letter you could not see. Owen found himself in a very similar situation as his hands rubbed across what felt like a burnt photograph. He picked it up and kept it low, he would look at it in the light topside after they finished looking around the speakeasy. From from he could feel, they had found the bodies of those caught in the fire years ago.
Day: April 5, 2012 | Time: 10:16 PM | Alias: Azrael | In Costume
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Deadly_Tiger Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun May 07, 2017 6:58 pm
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Posted: Sun May 07, 2017 7:35 pm
Owen Hunt
"Up until recently I was hunting a man who could make you believe something you knew was impossible. The bodies could have been hidden during the last search." Azrael reasoned as he looked at what he light allowed. "I found something else as well. A photograph. I'm going up top to look at it. You do what you need to collect the evidence down here. The witness is dead. I have to find another lead." Little did he know the secrets in the photograph he held in his hand. Owen spoke with a detached tone as he turned and retraced his exact steps back out of the speakeasy and up into the main building. He didn't need to be down there in the ash any longer than necessary. While what they had found was astonishing and would certainly make the news, it did not bring Owen closer to the killer. He had learned what was important early in his career. Right now finding the next lead was what mattered, any evidence down there might help but he wouldn't stand any chance of going through it all before the agent told the SIA so he would work with what he had. Once Owen was out into the moonlight he looked down and saw the photo in it's entirety. He didn't recognize the photo but he did recognize the people in it. Olympia, younger but certainly her, he would recognize the face of anyone who's house he broke into almost routinely for investigation. Criss-Cross, also younger but him. There were three more figured but one's head had been burnt off and the another was hidden by shadows. The last and only other identifiable person was a woman. Not just any woman, an atomic one. Betty Bombshell. The last figure posing in the photo and the only figure with an X drawn in red across her face. He knew who was next. Owen almost dropped the photo when it hit him. He pulled out his phone and quickly took a picture of the photo then called the uninjured member of his team.
"Nergal, get to Betty Comley's house now!" The man on the other end would get the hint that Owen was in the field because he was using their aliases. "Aethon will be fine, she's stable. I'll look into the healer but you need to get to Comley's now! The one who killed Criss-Cross has killed the witness and named Betty as his next target. You can teleport, you'll get there before I do. I won't be far behind. Go!" Azrael hung up and slid the phone into his pocket before jogging back over to the entrance to the speakeasy. "Call the SIA and tell them to get over here, we need to go."
Day: April 5, 2012 | Time: 10:20 PM | Alias: Azrael | In Costume
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Deadly_Tiger Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri May 12, 2017 8:11 pm
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Posted: Fri May 12, 2017 10:02 pm
Owen Hunt
Owen didn't verbally respond when she asked where they were going, he just held up the picture so she could see it. Then she continued speaking with her partner and Owen looked up at the sky. He was going to have to do something he didn't like doing to get there in time. He certainly wouldn't go with Halo. Owen was not going to get into an SIA vehicle. Lexi expressed her opinion about them being too late and while he knew it was true, that wouldn't stop him from trying to get there. If was lucky, Sam had arrived early enough to see something. "Just get there. Even with your friend clearing the road, my method will be faster." After he spoke, Owen began to lift himself into the sky, once he was high enough that his outline couldn't be distinguished from the night sky around him, he flung himself like a bullet through the sky towards the destination.
Due to the speed he was moving his body with his mind, Owen reached the apartment building where Betty lived in only a few minutes. Lexi had been correct. They were too late. He lifted himself through the shattered window and into her apartment where Sam was waiting for him fully costumed. It was a nice apartment, classy. Owen could see why someone would choose to live here after retiring. It had a wonderful view of the city she spent her life protecting. However what had been a nice apartment was now something far worse. It was a nice murder scene. The room was lit by nothing more than the moonlight from outside and a single light leaking out of the bedroom. Sam was standing at the edge of the broken window looking down and when Owen floated into the building he looked down to see what Sam was observing. Down at street level, a great many stories below where they were, sprawled out atop a crushed taxi, rested the body of Betty Bombshell.
"What happened?" Owen didn't really need to ask but he figured that Sam would have had enough time to evaluate the situation by now. Sam sighed and gestured for Owen to follow him, which Owen did. They walked back into the apartment and Sam lead Owen towards the one room with the lights on.
"By the time I arrived, the killer was gone. It was close. I suspected the killer may still be in the building so I ran a quick search before getting back up here and I found nothing. None of the birds outside or rats in the street had anything useful either." Sam reached the entrance to the room and stopped Owen from going in. "I already searched this, no evidence-" Owen hold up a hand and Sam stopped talking. Owen had seen something that Sam did not. Owen moved around the door and slipped into the room, Sam followed.
"I told you that the killer named Betty, this is how." Owen pulled the burnt photo from his pocket and held it out to Sam who took it in hand and began looking at it. Owen proceeded to take out his phone and photograph a picture that was laying on the bed besides an indentation that was likely caused by Bombshell's body. It was an unburnt copy of the image that he had found at Jazman's hall. Given that time was of the essence, Owen didn't look at it for long, he just put his phone back and left the evidence undisturbed. They really had been moments too late if the indentation on her bed hadn't faded yet. Sam realized what Owen was doing and returned the burnt photo before leaving the room.
"Alright, so paint me a picture. What happened?" Owen said as he returned to the living room with the broken window where Sam was. As Sam spoke, Owen moved across the room to the sink and then from the sink to the shattered window. There was very little glass inside compared to the street below so it had been broken from the side they were on. The distance of Betty's body from the building implied a throw, not a jump.
"From what I can tell, she was in her room looking at the picture when she heard a noise. She came out here to investigate and the killed must have gotten behind her. They pushed her out the window and left." Sam summarized. By now the flashing lights of Agent Halo's car were within view.
"No." Owen mumbled to himself as he looked down at Betty's body. Sam gave him a confused look. "Betty Bombshell could fly. If she was pushed, she would have been able to get control in the air." Sam nodded in agreement and noted that he had been wrong without much argument. "There aren't any signs of struggle, no fighting. Look around this apartment, where is there to hide from someone coming out of the bedroom?"
"Not many places. Corners, behind furniture." Sam responded as he looked around. "The lights are still off so either the killer turned them back off or Betty didn't need them to see who was here. It seems unlikely that the killer would have turned the lights back off because they left the bedroom lights on. That would suggest Betty never turned the light on."
"Exactly! She didn't turn the lights on. So maybe the killer wasn't hiding. Maybe they didn't need to. Sam, we've left the list of suspects at enemies, maybe we should start looking into her friends. Specifically the friends in this photo." Owen held up the burnt copy and turned to face Sam.
"That puts Olympia on the suspect list." Sam pointed out. "Azrael, you don't really think that a hero could be doing this-"
"I don't want to, but it would explain the lack of a struggle. If she saw a friendly face, she wouldn't fight. The killer could get close to her, knock her out and..." Owen looked back down at the body. "Throw her out the window. She's to far for a jump or a push and this glass is strong. She was thrown."
"Alright, so we add heroes to your list of suspects. But let's not disregard that the killer has been a step ahead of you at every step. They could be leading you on here." Sam could hear footsteps quickly coming down the hall. Lexi was getting close.
"I know, but we don't have very many options other than to follow the clues the killer leaves. They left this photo, they know I will go to Olympia. They want me to. I'll go to her after I deal with the SIA and then I will go see about Dwight's son. I have to get to him before he leaves Chicago." Owen turned to face Sam who had come to the ledge to look at the body.
"Don't spend all night at Olympia's again. We need you back at the Stable. Andrea... she's not getting any better."
"I know. I know." And with that, Owen heard the door to the apartment begin to open. Sam vanished, and the SIA agent arrived.
Day: April 5, 2012 | Time: 10:32 PM | Alias: Azrael | In Costume
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Deadly_Tiger Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jun 11, 2017 6:57 pm
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