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 Posted: Fri Sep 03, 2010 6:54 am
((I didn't know Lady Deathstrike's real name))
Arell flagged down a cab. As luck would have it, it was Antigua again!
"'Ey, Mon! Where to today, 'Rell?" she asked, the Bob Marley tape going full blast.
Arell looked at the card and handed it to her. "Reckon you know where this joint is?" he asked, Antigua lit up like a candle.
"Das my old address, mon! Hop in!" she said as the Cajun slid in the seat and closed the door. She all but did a burn out on the way to New York.
((Gone to New York))
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Posted: Fri Sep 03, 2010 11:08 am
Bullock shook his head as the pair departs and tucked the card in his pocket, "Montoya, go ahead and see if you can get the ATM camera feed. Maybe we get lucky."
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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2010 8:44 pm
((Enter Arell and Antigua))
The Cab shot through Gotham like a missile and got back to the crime scene in short order. As Arell got out, Antigua handed him a card. "Just call de number and I come a-runnin', mon!" she said as the cab screamed out of sight.
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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2010 9:10 pm
[Enter Vision from Avenger's Mansion]
As evidence collection continued Bullock streached a bit, then his eyes widened as he saw the missile clad as a taxi hurtling toward him, "Holy....! LOOK OUT!!!"
Several officers dove for cover, and then stared at the taxi when it stopped just long enough to drop off its passenger. Bullock started screaming shaking his fist, "YOU MANIAC!!! I"M GONNA...."
That was when Vision appeared next to Detective Bullock, "Excuse me, Detective. Perhaps you can...."
The bulky detective leaped back in surprise, "HOLY F*****G S***!!! #%$^$%& #^%*&#% ^*%#$^ *#%*"
Vision stared calmly at Bullock, "Sorry for interrupting your use of more colorful metaphors, but it has been brought to me attention about Lady Deathstrike's activities here."
Bullock still had the wide-eyed look resembling a deer in headlights.
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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2010 9:16 pm
Arell walked up to Bullock and Vision. "Sorry fo' de entrance, detective, but I was asked t' reveal de crime scene in order t' get some folks t' keep Miz Deathstrike contained." the Cajun said, scanning the area for any clues he could find.
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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2010 9:42 pm
Slowly, Bullock's head turned toward Arell looking like he was going to strangle him, "Maybe next time, you don't take Kamikaze Cabbie at me!"
Bullock began to calm down when he addressed vision next, "So who are you, Casper's mannequin brother?"
The Avenger blankly stared at Bullock, "No. I am Vision, a member of the Avengers. A came here to inspect the crime scene that Deathstrike left behind."
"Yeah. Whatever."
After that reassuring statement, Vision scanned the scene. Holsten looked up, "Gloves and footies, please."
Vision responds by move a hand through a crate as if he wasn't actually there, "Unneccessary. I am currently out of phase with the environment. Your crime scene will not be disturbed by my presence. Commencing scan."
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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2010 9:50 pm
"I'd watch yer mouth, che'. Dat 'Kamikaze Cabbie' is a real good friend a' mine. Just be glad I didn't come 'round here as a gator!" the Cajun growled at the detective. He wasn't gonna let some gumshoe railroad HIM around! He lit a cigarette and leaned against a nearby lightpost and watched, scanning through the FBI files with his other eye.
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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2010 10:10 pm
Bullock grumbled under his own breath.
Ignoring the arguement, Vision proceeded with the scan. Something got his attention, "Excuse me. There appears to be a small amount of blood splatter that doesn't match either victim. Right there."
Vision pointed to a small pooling of blood that was near where the sliced Glock was. Bullock turned at that, "Hey Holsten, each of the vics still had their pieces, right?"
Holsten nodded.
Bullock nodded, "That's right. The third piece was there, too."
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 8:01 am
Arell got down close to get a better look at the blood puddle. Well I'll be damned. Crystal and I didn't see THIS before! he thought, ignoring the mumbling of the detective. If they weren't on the same side of justice, he would have bitten his leg off for that kind of smack-talk! He put on a pair of rubber surgical gloves and felt the puddle.
"Whoevah it was dat spilt dis didn't git too far. Still warm." The Cajun said, taking off the gloves and throwing them in the trash and facing vision. "What's yer call?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 9:09 pm
Vision stared impassively, "That isn't nearly enough blood to be fatal. Also, I detect a fading trail of blood droplets leading away from this alley."
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 9:11 pm
Arell looked at Vision and down the alley. "Well, dere'll prob'ly be our answer waitin' fer us at de end of dis alley, right?" the Cajun asked.
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 9:29 pm
Bullock stratched his head, "Okay, oh Swami of Floatiness, which way?"
Vision, unruffled by Bullock's sarcasm, pointed toward the industrial park, "This way."
The green and yellow clad Avenger hovered in the direction he indicated with Bullock, Montoya, and a few other officers following.
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 10:13 pm
Arell lit a cigarette and followed a little ways behind. He did NOT want to deal with Bad Attitude Bullock for now.
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2010 5:56 pm
Bullock motioned Montoya over toward him, "Make sure everybody's ready for Miss Turbo Ginsu. Be ready to rock an' roll if things go down the way I think they will." Then Bullock leaned over towards Arell, "You better be as good as advertised, or this is gonna be a bad day."
As the six officers, two detectives, and bounty hunter followed Vision, Montoya spoke up, "Everyone's on the same page. SWAT is on standby."
Bullock nodded, "Good."
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2010 7:09 pm
Arell snarled at Bullock's remark. "Jest be glad I didn't bite yer ********' leg off, ya loudmouth." he growled as he brandished his Bowie knife. It was big, and EXTREMELY sharp. Of course, he wasn't about to let this d**k Tracy wanna-be know that he was part Gator, but if he kept this "king-of-the-force" nonsense up, he just might.
"Jest keep ev'ryone on guard fer now. I'm gonna go t' Crime Alley an' check over dere alone. Don't come 'til ya hear me shoot." he said, revealing an old Confederate army pistol.
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