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 Posted: Mon May 12, 2008 9:38 pm
"I think I'll go with you Isiac." If Rampel is right the applications of that tablet are immense and I'm not going to pass up an opportunity to learn more about it. "I'll have my driver take you anywhere you'd like afterwards." With that he dials John and gives him the address of the bookshop.
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2008 11:25 pm
OoC: >> Sorry about the wait. Some family matters had to be cleared up, but I should be posting regularly now for the next few months. <<
Rampel delivers everyone to their destinations, giving one last reminder that the loss of the tablet will not be tolerated.
For Ren-ai:
You have returned home. As you walk up to the front door, it opens, and Harold steps out with a curious look on his face.
"Hi, Sera. Were those your friends?"
For Isiac and Ambriel:
It is nearly 4:35 in the afternoon when you reach the bookstore, thankfully still open. The cool, shady interior is a mercy after the oppressive heat of the street outside, but there seem to be no other customers taking advantage of it at the moment.
For Hamael:
By the end of the day, the investigators have checked in. There are five men and one woman, each suspiciously archetypal.
One is stocky and serious, probably an ex-cop, and wears decidedly non-descript clothing. Another is thin and pale, with stubble and glasses; he has a laptop bag over his shoulder. A third man looks like he just stepped out of an old pulp comic, with a trenchcoat and fedora and roguish smirk. The woman wears a severe tan blouse and jacket, and Kirk's attorney senses know that the set of her jaw is a signal that she won't be underestimated just because she lacks a Y chromosome. The last man is hardly a man at all; He's a slightly chubby, bespectacled teenager with an old camera clutched in his hands. Apparently, he's trying to earn money to get into some art school in Frisco.
>> You can interview them if you like (though I didn't really have anything special planned for them), or give them their target. I would, however, recommend giving them a place to drop off their findings that isn't easily traceable to you. I don't think Rampel would appreciate being spied upon. <<
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 1:55 pm
Hamael convened his meeting of investigators in a spare conference room that the junior partners used, complete with complimentary coffee, doughnuts, scones, bagels and muffins. "Thank you all for coming so quickly" he said as the meeting time arrived, "This is a special case I'm working on and the judge has issued a gag order on everyone involved so I can't say a whole lot. What I need from you all is a thorough and rigorous investigation."
"The person you'll be investigating is potential witness in the case, unfortunately, she keeps ducking our special process servers and we can't proceed until we nail her routine down." At this point, he produced a photo captured on camera phone and blown-up into a 8 x 10 glossy of Rampiel, or whatever the meat puppet she was wearing was called, and passed it around the room.
"With that in mind, I need several things. A thorough background and financial investigation, a list of routine places she frequents and people she interacts with. The contract is standard hourly, but there will be bonuses for going above and beyond, so to speak. That's the job. Everyone still onboard, give me your names and specializations. If this doesn't interest you or you have other comments, thank you for coming, feel free to help yourself to some coffee and pastries on your way out."
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