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Discussion in 'Role Playing Forum' started by Lawbreaker, Sep 26, 2019.

  1. LordTroepfchen

    LordTroepfchen Jedi Master star 4

    Registered:
    Apr 9, 2007
    Robert Landau
    Morgue, London Metropolitan Police

    Robert looked at Driscoll and sighed. He had to smile to himself as he looked at the body.

    So what now?

    It had not taken him long to be a step ahead of them. Then again he had every advantage over them, as he looked at all this from the inside. The question now was did he wished them to keep up with him? Or did he distract them so Nicholas could be there first?

    Nicholas was the more satisfying solution, certainly. Robert remembered what he had done to people out of boredom. He did not wanted to know what he would do to Laura's murderer. Not even taking into consideration how long his beast hast probably been chained. But ... it was felt like this alcoholic who said to his wife he wasn't beginning to drink again. He was just having one Whisky because he had a rough day.

    What if Nicholas did not feel like stopping? What if he began the game anew? The pieces were all still there, a rule or two could have changed ... but the game was and would always be the game.

    So how would he stop him?

    He knew the answer.

    Which made Nicholas suddenly a very pricy option.

    "You labeled the man as a serial killer pretty quickly. Probably got a profiler on it? Let me guess. Male, white, between 25 and 35 who had problems with his mum? Good we are all too old or this room would be full of suspects." He smirked and his hand in his pocket found a package of cigarettes. Menthol cigarettes. He took them out and smiled at them. Malboro Menthol. Looking up at the camera he smiled.

    "Is Pop Idol still a thing?" He suddenly asked. "Because I always hated reality TV. Never watched any of them. Not even Big Brother. Never wanted to be in one like everybody else." He pointed his finger up as if he had an idea but also pointed at one of the probably numerous cameras in the room.

    "I got back into smoking. So take me out where I can have a cigarette and I tell you who killed the girls." He opened the package and looked at both cops. "What do you say? We got a deal?"

    It is how these things began. Deals with devil did not start with a soul, innocence or integrity ... they started with a small step. Like a cigarette.

    "C'mon guys. It is a cigarette, I am not exactly demanding to be treated like royalty, do I?" His smile turned into something more of a grin. Nicholas would have enjoyed this more than he expected.

    It was good he wasn't here though. He wanted these two desperately honest cops to have a head start.

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  2. Lawbreaker

    Lawbreaker Jedi Knight star 1

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    Aug 21, 2018
    London Metropolitan Police, Major Crimes Unit, Scotland Yard, The Morgue

    Miller was cursing. Landau knew what he was doing. He knew Miller was there. It felt as if he could look through this damned camera straight at the man.

    "I have bested you once, I will do it again." The Chief Inspector hissed and wondered if Driscoll and Montrose were a liability. They had been his first choice to hunt a serial killer. Not to deal with the King. And the King knew who committed the murders or at least had a theory. Oh how he hated this clever little snake. How much he hated this brilliant and ruthless mind of his. Maybe this time they had to make extra sure it would not regain it's old power.

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    Coffee Fellows on Baker Street

    The man was probably a Ghost, but a very real one. Jane saw him on the feed as the connection managed to load it. Sound was not there. It was Laura's father indeed. Laura had a single photo of her and him. Laura was a little child and looked scared as he stood behind her with his hands on her shoulders as if he posed for a photo from the Victorian age. Laura had told her he was a "powerful and very dangerous" man. That had been all. She had also told her "he is dead and if not he is to me".

    That body in the background was her. She had been identified.

    Organized Crime opened a cold case. The King. A ten year old investigation into a central figure of the organized crime scene of London. Many parts had been sealed, but there was enough to paint a picture. Internal affairs had investigated cops. Over two dozen murders were associated with him. Drugs. Guns. Contract murders. A monster. No picture was in the files, not any of The King at least. Those were in the sealed parts and the sealed files had not digital copies.

    Then there was another request registering in the database. This one was from Mara Aspinall, who was part of the 'Devil Task Force'. Kingslayer. She pulled all files on the club from the system. They were looking into the club. Laura had been there at the night of her murder.

    ----

    Millard's flat

    Crow sat in the Uber and sighed. "Lindsay. Aberline Lindsay or something like this. Some-silly-first-name Lindsay. He runs quite a crew. Guy to not mess with. From what I heard a total psychopath." He shrugged. "But some guys I know worked for him. Bouncers. Errand runs. Small stuff. Say he is quite a charmer personally." Crow shook his head. "Your sis hanging out there doesn't mean she got associated with him. It is a damned popular club."

    He said nothing further as they made their way through the city until e asked about the rules of engagement.

    "Okay, you can count on me." He smiled and knocked and slowly the door slided open. Crow looked at it and then to Michael. "When has this ever been a good sign?" He asked and took out his army knife. "On three." He just said and began counting down. But as the door was swinging open Michael could already see a trace of blood running through the entrance area all the way into what looked like a living room. There was a scent of death in the air, as dead flesh produced it when it began to rot.

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    Hyde Park

    The German nodded and leaned back, enjoying his coffee. "I am not a fool as you know. I guess this meeting means you are about to make your move? The throne within your grasp?" He shrugged. "We had no king to rule the lands in many years. We had some who tried the crown on and found it too large though. I expect my payment fully in advance. You might not be there to pay the second half if you fail."

    He sipped from his coffee again. "If that is exportable, consider it done."

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    Headquarter of the Reds, Camden

    "Iosef is nowhere to be found, Sir." Leonid skipped the greeting part and nodded towards the club room. "But you got a visitor. An old friend, he said. Fine Gentleman."

    In the club room next to the fire sat Lyle Sanders with his expensive suit and his hawk-like features. He had grown older as all of them had. But he was still slender and tall and had these wakeful intelligent blue eyes that seemed always a bit to analyzing. In the ash tray lay two Cohiba Limitada 2012, a rare and exquisite choice of cigar. The Kings lawyer and right hand man showed up on a day like this. Hardly a coincidence.

    As Ivan entered he leaned forward and expertly cut both cigars. "Hello Ivan. Thought I'd give you a visit to talk about old times. With a cigar of course. Speaking of which ... you would not believe who I smoked an E-2 with the other night." He had already told him now. Partagas E2 had always been the brand of the King. "I think we got a lot to talk about."



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    Streets of Mayfair, London

    Nicholas saw the man considering his options. He considered drawing and then decided against it, confirming he probably knew who he was following. He considered lying and realized his raised hands had given away he was not a panicked amateur. He considered running and knew he would be shot from behind.

    "My name is Eric and I don't know who hired me. My job was only to find out where you stay. The call came an unknown number. As it should. I don't care for who I work. They transfer the crypto and I do the job. Not enough in this case to die for it. It was a man." He shook his head. "He told me it was you. I apologize. I should not have accepted. He told me your skills would be rusty. As I see he was wrong. Your grace ."

    He stayed remarkably calm.

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  3. Jerjerrod-Lennox

    Jerjerrod-Lennox Jedi Grand Master star 7

    Registered:
    Mar 9, 2005
    IC: DS Adrian Montrose
    Location: Morgue,, Scotland Yard, London


    Adrian nearly smiled as his partner began to turn the screw on Landau. It looked like Harry was trying to play both sides, trying to sympathize with Robert and yet he was trying to get him to cough up any information he could.

    The point about the Russians was well made. If this man was the King then he may cough up, he may not, probably not in this case. But there was only so much he and Harry could do in order to glean as much information as they could on not just Landau but perhaps the killer himself. Perhaps the information he had provided so far could be useful, perhaps not, they could only take it at face value and see.

    Harry shoot him a look after he dropped the bombshell so to speak and Adrian just acknowledged him with a shift of his eyes, he wasn't giving anything to Robert. This was a possible criminal mastermind and to show anything would be a giveaway, it was technique Adrian had honed in his days at Anti Corruption.

    Robert then looked at his partner and sighed, it was if he was totally bored with the situation and Adrian was struggling to keep a calm face on but he was keeping it straight faced, he was using his iron ill not to be played by this clever gentleman, who still did not look like he was grieving for his daughter. Adrian's suspicions were growing that all this man wanted to do was take him and harry for a ride and then laugh at them afterwards for being so incompetent and foolhardy.

    "You labeled the man as a serial killer pretty quickly. Probably got a profiler on it? Let me guess. Male, white, between 25 and 35 who had problems with his mum? Good we are all too old or this room would be full of suspects."

    You’re a cocky one son Adrian thought, you think you have this all played out. But it won’t be you catching the beast it will be us. And I will be making sure you are so far away from the killer you won’t be able to see him over the next hill.

    Robert then took out a packet of cigarettes, the rule in the UK was basically no smoking in public buildings, only outside the building itself. So what was the possible King planning here?

    "Is Pop Idol still a thing?" He suddenly asked. "Because I always hated reality TV. Never watched any of them. Not even Big Brother. Never wanted to be in one like everybody else." Adrian wasn't a big fan of reality TV shows, in fact he hated them but they were always discussions in the office about the latest celebrities or who was going to win these daft programmes. However it looked like he was pointing either at the cameras or at something else. So it looked like was going to suggest something be possibly said away from prying eyes and ears.

    Clever boy….

    And then the bombshell, he was going to tell them who killed the girls. How the hell did he know? Unless of course he knew the killer already, was possibly part of his underground group, another rival group or he had been given some information by an informant. But yet again he could be dangling them both by a string. Harry was the senior officer but Adrian at the moment was unsure as to whether his partner was up to the task at the moment after his earlier behavior.

    Adrian's blue eyes met harry’s as if to say he was willing to go for it, and if did turn out to be a waste of time then Adrian resolved that once the killer was caught Robert would be looked into thoroughly perhaps even an arrest for wasting police time. And the comment about royalty could have been a subtle jab, basically “I’m the King and you can’t touch me” well Adrian was going to make sure this King never retook his throne.

    Adrian smiled gesturing with an arm “I’ll escort you out” he said gently “Maybe it would be nice to get some fresh air, been stuck in the office all morning” he chuckled “However some ground rules. You stay within the perimeter of the building, make sure you give us any information you have got, it could be useful in finding your daughter's killer, because she and those girls deserve justice, and I hope you will not deny us a chance to put a murderer behind bars. Finally no funny business, if we find you have given us some duff information, you could be arrested for wasting police time and obstruction of justice. Now that would look bad on your record, no?”

    He looked at Harry again as if to get approval from his superior then faced forward again “We appreciate any information you may have. You daughter deserves to rest easy knowing that the killer is no longer on the streets and could hurt other innocent people or even commence a war with the underworld which could spill out onto the streets. And that could cause trouble for anyone associated with them ...”

    He turned towards the door “Shall we?”

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  4. DarkLordoftheFins

    DarkLordoftheFins Jedi Master star 4

    Registered:
    Apr 2, 2007
    Nicholas Anger
    Streets of Mayfair

    He lowered his gun enough to not have driving by cars see it and smiled.

    "Okay, they probably tried to test me. You aware of that? Sending you to see if I still had my killer instinct. Naturally I assumed you tried to harm me. Naturally I would react with violence. Which was the whole purpose of your mission. Let me guess they pay you upon success? That way they knew they don't gotta pay you. Smart. Very smart. Someone learned a lesson or two from me I suppose." He shook his head. "Okay, so now we know they expect me to kill you I'd say I would be a fool to do so. What do you say? Can we do a deal? Will you serve your King? Or will you kneel and have your last breath?"

    He raised a brow and awaited the answer, his finger on the trigger.

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  5. Master Vo'Un'Var

    Master Vo'Un'Var Jedi Knight star 4

    Registered:
    Mar 19, 2017
    Combo with the GM

    Ivan Morozov

    Headquarters of the Reds, Camden

    Ivan took a bottle of scotch whiskey and two glasses from a cabinet in the club room before sitting before Lyle Sanders. He opened the bottle, making no eye contact as he poured the amber liquid into the glasses. Closing it, he looked at Sanders.

    "Of course," he answered, offering Lyle one of the glasses.

    "I always have time to talk to such an old colleague of mine..."

    Lyle waited patiently until the Scotch was poured and then took the Glas and leaned back. "He is back." Lyle simply said. "After ten years I got a call from the King and had a damned cigar with him. Bringing him up to speed. You know I have been out of touch with the street, but I kept an eye on things." Lyle handed Ivan his cigar and lighted a match to give him fire. "Someone died. Someone who meant a lot to him. But I don't believe half a second that is the only reason he is back. I think ... he is BACK." He sighed. "Question is how we feel about it?"

    Ivan leaned back, taking a long draw from his cigar. He sniffed, lifted his whiskey and took a sip.

    "Well... Things were better for us when he was around... but I am now not sure if we can go back to those days so easily. A problem of our own appears, and the King returns on the same day?" he sighed, taking another draw from his cigar.

    "What's his plan of action?"

    "You think he let me know?" Lyle took a breath from his cigarette. He looked at the Scotch and sighed. "World has turned. Nowadays he would face multiple enemies, not just a handful of gangs. It was just the right time, back then. I am afraid if he tries again, he will fail." Lyle leaned forward. "Which brings up the question what we are going to do when he calls his banners to arms? Right?" Lyle gave Ivan a painful smirk. "We ride to war, not to victory ... or something like that."

    "Damn it all." Ivan muttered. He cracked his knuckles, a habit he had for years now when he was agitated or stressed. A muscle in his jaw tensed and his grip on his glass tensed.

    "You really think he won't be able to reclaim his throne?" Ivan asked. He knew the answer. Something in him wanted him to believe he could... but he knew it wouldn't happen. He looked off beyond Lyle, and stared at a painting on the wall.

    "I feel like we are coming close to the end, Lyle. It seems we are both running out of time until..." he stopped, and took a deep breath. His mind wandered to the thought of what was going to happen to him, before asking a question that didn't really matter to him, but he was curious.

    "Who died?"

    Lyle sighed. He knew the trade of secrets. To vertrustend he needed to offer one of his.

    "He had a daughter. She got killed. Apparently by that serial killer." He nodded, thinking about the potential end they were coming to.

    "Lindsay, Fjodor, Madame Lao, they all will oppose him." He sighed. "He is my friend, so I will help him find the murderer. I won't follow him to war. You should not do either. Alone he cannot do anything." Lyle smiled again this tortured smile. The King had always been resourceful. He knew that.

    Ivan stroked his chin in thought.

    "And so this is why you came here? To tell me to ignore the King?"

    Lyle sighed. "I came here to prevent a war." He finally said. "Yes."

    Ivan drained his whiskey and extinguished his cigar.

    "You want peace. I understand. You retired..." he nods, looking him in the eyes.

    "Me? I am driven by money. I have nothing to retire to. If the King is in need of my services, he will get them, for the appropriate price."

    Ivan stood and stretched.

    "But now, I have an internal struggle. I am not sure I would be able to assist the King in his war, if I do not deal with this problem. Do you understand?"

    "Certainly." He nodded and leaned back. Lyle thought about it for a moment and then got up. "I won't keep you from your business then any longer. Strange timing isn't it though? That you get crippled by something like that right now."

    It was certainly the Kings style to spread chaos and weaken his enemy before the killing blow.

    "Good luck then."

    "'Till next time, Lyle."

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  6. galactic-vagabond422

    galactic-vagabond422 Jedi Grand Master star 4

    Registered:
    Jul 11, 2009
    Michael Mcay
    London

    Michael gave Crow a look. A psychopath ran a trendy club that hired local toughs and people like the pair to watch over things. Even though his sister might not have been involved with him the fact that she was even in the same orbit as someone like this did not make him feel better.

    "I hope at least he is a good boss." Michael said leaning back in his seat looking out the window watching the city pass him by. "And that she didn't get too close to him."

    He was quiet moving up the steps to Millard's flat. As the door swings loosely open Michael shared a look with Crow.

    "When has this ever been a good sign?" Crow said, Michael just shook his head. He was starting to get flashbacks to time not too long ago. "On three." The count happened and he entered knife dwarn. His eyes sweep over the room, quickly checking his back corner, then the front. His eyes saw the blood but he wasn't about to rush in. His mind fell back into the old habits, he could feel the sun beating down on the back of his neck, feel the weight of his gear settling on his shoulders. His nostrils filled with the scent of death, of rot. It was something one didn't forget. Part of him knew what happened. The blood and the smell, part of him hoped it wasn't Millard.

    He followed the blood checking his corners and clearing the room as he went.

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  7. LordTroepfchen

    LordTroepfchen Jedi Master star 4

    Registered:
    Apr 9, 2007
    Robert Landau
    Outside the London Metropolitan Police

    Robert let the cop do his threatening bit. They had never arrested him. For good reasons. They had come up with a far more wicked way to lock him away. Yet, it had not worked forever. He gave Driscoll a smile and the camera a final look.

    "Of course. After you." He said and followed Montrose out.


    Outside he looked at the grey sky and finally turned to Adrian Montrose.

    Robert took a breath of fresh air and then ripped the plastic from the menthol cigarettes. One of the good things about leaving the EU would be those would be allowed again.

    "The Russians are the biggest importers of girls. Usually the get them from villages in Russia. From Ukraine, too. Philippines and Malaysia. They promise them jobs in restaurants and hotels. Once here they divide them. Some go to flats, some go into the high price region. They subdue them. Rape them. Beat them. Threaten their family back at home. Most girls simply give up and sell their body earning money they never knew before. Even though they only get a small percentage. 10 to 25 percent. From time to time they have a rebel though. In that case they make an example. They send an expert called The Butcher." Robert looked at to the police officers and lighted his cigarette.

    "You assume the heads, hands and feet are cut of as some sort of trademark? I guess they indeed try to make id of the victims harder. Many of the girls will have no record at all. Because the victims lead back to them. Your guy is not a serial killer in the strict sense, I think. He works as a contractor for the Russians to make sure those who wanna run, talk or cheat are silenced for good." He looked at Montrose. "You are looking for a man nicknamed the Butcher. Tall, bald russian guy with a very brutal streak and no record." He shrugged. "All I want is justice, Sir. I just gave you a headstart." To Nicholas ... he wondered how police would find him? He imagined he knew how Nicholas would. It was a race now. Because he was afraid of Nicholas and the price he would ask for this. "He will never give up who ordered him of course. Someone else will take his job. But that is the cycle of things I presume." He took another breath from the menthol cigarette.

    "I guess you got a lot work to do now. Now that you found his victims I suppose the man will leave town. Probably to Russia. You have not much time." He took a deep breath from his cigarette. "Good hunting."

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  8. SirakRomar

    SirakRomar Jedi Master star 4

    Registered:
    Mar 30, 2007
    Jane Gray
    Coffee Fellows, Baker Street

    Jane was perplexed by Mr. Landau showing up. Had he returned from the dead to avenge his daughter or to make sure she was dead?

    Had he just inherited the 130 million pounds?

    Then activity through the system rised. They pulled a file on the King. Jane heard about that urban legend. The Boss of Bosses. A criminal mastermind of unprecedented power and influence who disappeared one day and became London's underworlds own Monster of Loch Ness.

    Her father was "very dangerous", had Laura not said this? Was it possible the police thought Robert Landau was the King?

    Another hint was the Kingslayer. They looked into it. The place where Laura was last seen alive. Where the security had switched to analogue cd rom taping. As if someone tried to keep her out. Or draw her in. She had to go there, had to work offline. Good thing she had just the right man to have a good motivation to accompany her.

    She had to buy a dress.

    She hated shopping.

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  9. SirakRomar

    SirakRomar Jedi Master star 4

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    Mar 30, 2007
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  10. RachelTyrell

    RachelTyrell Jedi Master star 2

    Registered:
    Feb 15, 2009
    Abelard Lindsay
    Hyde Park

    Lindsay looked at the German and smiled.

    "Accepted." He simply stated and got up. Throwing the coffee cup into the trash he left the park with quick steps.

    Ten minutes later he sat back into his limousine. He had more stuff to do. It would be a busy day.

    "Get me to Vodka. Are my guys in place?" He asked and John the Driver nodded. Abelard laid back and closed his eyes. Police was now on the Devils tracks. He wondered if it was time for a call, but decided against it. Instead he got out his encrypted phone. Not the one he had in his bureau. No the one he had for calling just one specific person. He dialed the only number in it and as agreed the mailbox activated.

    "Robert Landau is in the city, the Russians are taken care of and everything is prepared. They know about Kingslayer. Proceed to stage two." He killed the line and put the mobile back into his coat.

    "Damned busy day." He laughed at the driver.

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  11. Lawbreaker

    Lawbreaker Jedi Knight star 1

    Registered:
    Aug 21, 2018
    London Metropolitan Police, Major Crimes Unit, Scotland Yard, The Morgue

    Miller entered the room right after Landau left. He gave the Doctor a nod and she evacuated the room with the dead body of Laura Landau in tow. Once she was out he sighed and turned to Driscoll.

    "The game has become more complicated and considerably more dangerous." He said and shrugged. "For both of us. Guess neither of us wants to hear the confession of a King." Miller sighed and looked at the door. "Keep an eye on your partner. Keep him on the devil. We both know what the King can do to honorable men."


    Montrose was outside watching the King leave. Mara Aspinal stepped next to him. "Checked Ms. Landaus Credit Card. She spend regularly large amounts at Kingslayer. Including 600 pounds the night she died." She pulled her hands into her jeans, breathing in so sharply she hissed the air through her teeth. "So that is him? Looks like any guy does. Nothing legendary about him, hm?"

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    Appartement of Jane

    When she finally made it back she had hours of footage to check. Police had identified victims and she saw Landau with corpse, giving great attention to the tattoo on the ankle.

    A single message was on her private account. Samuel had done what she had asked her to do. She had a camera that watched Kingslayer now.

    Her search for Claire had not come up with any more results than her own check had. The girl had vanished from the face of the earth. Last thing she had was a photo on Instagram at the night of her murder in the Kingslayer club. Drunk. Laughing. Wild.

    ----

    Millard's flat

    Crow gave Michael cover as he entered and followed the blood trail. It lead to the living room of a chaotic flat stuffed with packages from Lenovo, Acer and NVIDIA. In the living room we're several boxes that were humming. The created a heat almost making it a sauna.

    "Mining Bitcoin." Crow said and sighed. "Smart guy." And the blood went on to the bathroom. There they found the body. It was obviously Millard who had tried to get to his first aid kid. He had managed to grab it before bleeding to death. Three shots into his back. One had severed the spine probably making it impossible to walk for him. He had died at least two days ago. His skin was blue and the floor covered by blood.

    "Spine and artery." Crow sighed. "Good idea but sloppy execution." He said. "Guess we won't ask him any questions. Anonymous call and out of here? We should call Jane. She obviously is on to something here. If someone makes so damned sure he can't answer questions the answers might have meant something."

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    Vodka, The City

    The restaurant and bar was serving Japanese food and was run by Russians. A popular combination in London nowadays. Nobu, Zenzakan, many of the fancy restaurants had this set up. Bit the Vodka was special of course. The brotherhood had it's base here. Fjodor held court in the VIP area every night among movie stars and politicians. Here he met his footsoldiers and lieutenants and gave them their orders. The discreet nature of the VIP lounge was treasured by those powerful in this city. A place to discuss backroom deals and meet their 'nieces'. It made it probably the one room where surveillance would never be permitted.

    The black van was parked on the other side of the restaurant and the driver stopped right at the entrance. It was the dragon's liar.

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    Headquarter of the Reds, Camden

    Lyle left quickly and Leonid awaited Ivan in the pool room. "Still no trace of Iosef." He said calmly. "But quite a coincidence this happens this night, is it?"

    It obviously was. In the TV set on mute they could see a report about the serial killer. Leonid turned to the TV for. Moment and sighed. "At lest the Yard is busy." He said and folded his arms.

    "Shall we inform everyone Iosef is anathema?" He asked and turned to Ivan.

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    Streets of Mayfair, London

    The man looked at Nicholas for a long moment and then nodded. "My name is Robert. What can I do for you, Sir?" He took the hands out of his pockets and nodded with pride.

    "Would be my honor to work for you, Sir."

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  12. galactic-vagabond422

    galactic-vagabond422 Jedi Grand Master star 4

    Registered:
    Jul 11, 2009
    Michael Mcay
    London

    The blood trail started in the living room, a place that felt like a sweatshop, and had the sound like one too. He noted some boxes looked like computer parts, and other ones that were humming along.

    "Mining Bitcoin." Crow said and sighed. "Smart guy."

    "Not too smart…" Michael replied continuing to follow the blood. He'd heard about bitcoin some sort of digital currency that didn't exist but did and that some people were making a killing selling. "I guess the grey market wasn't enough for him." He kept moving kept checking his corners, still treating this like an operation back in Afghanistan.

    The trail led to the bathroom where he found a body, likely Millard, with three rounds into his back, tightly clustered, not an amture, but not perfect.

    "Spine and artery." Crow sighed. "Good idea but sloppy execution."

    "You wonder if they were a pro that just got rushed, or someone with training but not enough experience."

    "Guess we won't ask him any questions. Anonymous call and out of here? We should call Jane. She obviously is on to something here. If someone makes so damned sure he can't answer questions the answers might have meant something."

    "Yeah, seems our friend here has made some very powerful enemies...or at least knew too much." He did one last sweep of the house looking for anything that might be useful before pulling out his phone and calling emergency services, leaving his partner to call Jane. He gave the address and the fact there was a dead body before ending the call. Careful not to touch anything or leave too much behind he turned to Crow. "Well you were right about one thing Crow...She is smart." He said moving to the exit.

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  13. SirakRomar

    SirakRomar Jedi Master star 4

    Registered:
    Mar 30, 2007
    Jane Gray
    Her flat

    Jane set up her dozen or so screens and put Kingslayer and Security Police to the left and right and the flat of Laura center. None of the three showed anything of interest.

    So she watched the feed from Robert Landau. Dangerous Robert Landau. He had looked at the ankle of Laura. The tattoo. The state the body was so bad this probably was the only way to identify her.

    The two inspectors were doing their thing with Robert. He seemed friendly, but also disturbingly cool. Unaffected in a way. Grief was different for everybody. Or he did not care. If he had murdered her, why was he making his return to town public then? He could have taken the money and leave without a damned sign of his presence.

    Albert called and Jane picked up. "Yes?" She wondered what might have gone wrong.

    "He is dead. Killed in his flat." Crow said and she heard in the background talking.

    "What? How?" She felt bad about being unable to hide her surprise. Millard killed? He was a damned nobody.

    It had to be connected to Laura. It had to be.

    "Three shots in the back." Crow said. "We called it in and are on our way out."

    Laura silently cursed. So Millard had known something of significance. Laura had told him something or acquired something that was worth killing.

    Robert Landau was not long enough in the city to have done it. So who else played so rough?

    She turned her view to the screen and watched the Kingslayer. Abelard Lindsay. They said he was a killer. A crimelord. A mastermind, she had heard him being called.

    "Listen, sorry for this. Did not have a clue. I got a lead on Claire though, you still got that crypto debit card? A load it with a thousand pounds. Buy yourself and your friend a nice shirt and shoes. We go clubbing tonight." She killed the line before the minute was full and leaned back.

    Suddenly she felt like she needed to be careful. She had expected to dig into the digital world, get data and extrapolate the identity of Laura's murder. But this was suddenly so very real.

    She changed to her second laptop and opened TOR to enter the dark net. Dialing into Amber Road she used her password and clicked on "firearms". She began googling the models listed and decided on two Glock 17. A thousand pounds. She paid via Bitcoin and ordered from a reliable source. Delivery next day. She would have loved to have them tonight.

    Then she looked at her laptop, her current working one and a shiver went through her.

    She began a broad search of Robert Landau, using the scanning software she had developed herself.

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  14. RachelTyrell

    RachelTyrell Jedi Master star 2

    Registered:
    Feb 15, 2009
    Abelard Lindsay
    Vodka

    Lindsay looked at the van and then at his clock. It was time. He checked his handgun again and smiled. He had to smile.

    A string of events were set into motion. One followed the next. Action and consequence. It had started the moment the neighbor had found the mutilated body of the girl. Now they could not be stopped. Victory or defeat would be absolute.

    Slowly he walked to the Vodka, pulling his suit back into place.

    Fjodor, The King, the police, the lybians, the Reds, the girl ... they were all part of this. They were all trapped by the plan.

    He was trapped by it. Forced to play his part now. The author was imprisoned in the narrative as well.

    "Fjodor awaits me." He said to the bouncer and looked at him. "I got a gun, but so do they." He said to avoid any misunderstanding he would not be searched.

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  15. DarkLordoftheFins

    DarkLordoftheFins Jedi Master star 4

    Registered:
    Apr 2, 2007
    Nicholas Anger
    Streets of Mayfair

    He smiled and nodded.

    "Tell them you followed me all the way to Bender 9. The house there has a lot of flats and a concierge. So you could not enter this time. But you are watching me." He nodded. "And then report to me tomorrow night. Right here." Nicholas put the gun into the pocket of his jacket and kept the finger on the trigger walking backwards.

    "Welcome to the club!" He then said and turned finally to leave.



    So someone knew he was here. The game had become confusingly crowded. This Lindsay guy who seemed to be the contender for the throne, Fjodor could never be trusted, the Reds were around, Lyle retired, new players everywhere. The police would try everything to stop him. This was all distracting. Because at the center of it ... right in the dark hole around which the whole thing spiraled ... there was someone knowing he would come.


    Robert would go to the police in the morning. He could not entirely trust Robert either. He knew he was afraid of him. Rightfully though. The taste of blood made him hungry. The challenge made him curious. The old dream came back. Dreams was what men like him where made of. Dark dreams of dominance and desire. More. Always there was more.

    They had forbidden him to dream for far to long.

    The kingdom needed it's rightful king.

    Walking quickly down the street he made his way back to Vauxhall.

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  16. Lawbreaker

    Lawbreaker Jedi Knight star 1

    Registered:
    Aug 21, 2018
    Millard's flat

    Albert Crow turned to Michael and sighed. "Let's get outta here. Jane got a lead on your sis. Better be a good one."

    Albert quickly stepped outside the flat. Michael spotted on thing of interest though as they left. The laptop of the victim had been ripped open. It lay in pieces in the corridor. Someone had smashed it until it broke apart.

    Once outside the flat Albert took out his purse and held up a credit card which was black with a bitcoin sign on it. "Jane said we need clothes to get into a club, so I would say let's get shopping and take care of your sis. Whatever Jane got us into, no need to dig that hole any deeper or it might turn out to be a suitable grave for the two of us."

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    Vodka, The City

    The restaurant was empty except Fjodor and his right hand man Piotre and two men standing around in the room in black suits and with guns barely hidden under their jackets, wisely positioned so they would be in Lindsay's back once he sat down. One was Fjodor's bodyguard Lugov, a bulky man in a barely fitting suit. The other was one of the Reds. Sergej. If Lindsay recalled his name correctly.

    "Abelard, dearest of friends!" Fjodor greeted Lindsay and stood up to kiss both his cheeks. Piotre stayed where he was and gave Lindsay a nod. The feud between the two men was well known and the young UK Russian did nothing to hide his misgivings.

    "Sit, please. Are you hungry? I can have our chef do a special for you!" Fjodor sat down and gestured to Lugov. "Or a drink maybe? We should have Vodka. Business without Vodka is unbearable, is it? Bring us one of my bottles. Not the piss we serve those tourists." He snapped his finger and leaned back. The authority he had here was a strange anachronism to his otherwise harmless exterior.

    "We heard you kicked our boys out of your clubs." Piotra brought the point of their meeting up. Fjodor stopped him with a gesture.

    "Piotre." He just said. Piotre leaned back and folded his arms.

    "That was certainly a misunderstanding. We are among friends here, are we Abe?" Fjodor smiled and sat down. The bottle was brought and it was still sealed. He opened it and filled three glasses. "Let us drink on our friendship." He filled the glasses and pulled one over to Lindsay.

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    Headquarter of the Reds, Camden

    Lyle left quickly and Leonid awaited Ivan in the pool room. "Still no trace of Iosef." He said calmly. "But quite a coincidence this happens this night, is it?"

    It obviously was. In the TV set on mute they could see a report about the serial killer. Leonid turned to the TV for. Moment and sighed. "At lest the Yard is busy." He said and folded his arms.

    "Shall we inform everyone Iosef is anathema?" He asked and turned to Ivan.

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    Streets of Mayfair, London

    The man looked at Nicholas for a long moment and then nodded. "My name is Robert. What can I do for you, Sir?" He took the hands out of his pockets and nodded with pride.

    "Would be my honor to work for you, Sir."

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  17. RachelTyrell

    RachelTyrell Jedi Master star 2

    Registered:
    Feb 15, 2009
    Abelard Lindsay
    Vodka Restaurant

    Lindsay just smiled as he saw the set up. He allowed Fjodor to kiss him like a brother and ignored Piotre completely. When he was offered food he thankfully denied.

    "Too early for Sushi." He just smiled. "But I guess you insist on the Vodka!" He took the glass and ignored the comment of Piotre and patiently endured the heavy symbolism Fjodor attached to it.

    "To old friends." He smiled and downed the Vodka with one fluid move. "Argh. Russian Vodka, really the best. One day I need to talk you into providing those to my clubs." He smiled and leaned back.

    He spread his arms. "So I obviously value our friendship, therefore my appreciation for a meeting on such short notice. Friend." He grinned like a shark and waited for the Russians to drink.

    "In the sense of this long friendship ..." He smirked a little as they all knew they had been one step away from all our war for weeks now. "I believe it is only fair to be honest and transparent with friends." He folded his hands on the table.

    "I came here to tell you I have made a deal with a new Third party provider. My clubs will now be exclusively stocked by his guys with any kind of illegal substances." He allowed his statement to take effect. "Your men are welcome to drink and party and of course enjoy the ladies in my clubs. But business is not to be made on my premises from now on."

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  18. Master Vo'Un'Var

    Master Vo'Un'Var Jedi Knight star 4

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    Mar 19, 2017
    Ivan Morozov
    Headquarters of the Reds, Camden

    Ivan nodded, and grabbed the T.V remote from a counter, turning the volume up.

    "Let them know. If they find him, I want him here alive." he spat, sitting down and looking at the report. Is this what brought the King out of hiding? Ivan frowned, and stared at the screen. His eyes glazing over, and his mind retreating into deep thought.

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  19. galactic-vagabond422

    galactic-vagabond422 Jedi Grand Master star 4

    Registered:
    Jul 11, 2009
    Michael Mcay
    London

    "Let's get outta here. Jane got a lead on your sis. Better be a good one." Michael nodded his head. Good at least she found something of worth. Looking around the former soldier didn't find anything of much note, other than some shattered bits of plastic and metal. He paused for a moment looking them over. It looked like a computer, or at least what was left of one. Pawing through the wreckage he looked up to Crow.

    "You think Jane could do something with this?" he asked looking around for the hard drive. Though it might have been taken or smashed along with the device. Not that he knew exactly what he was looking for, something small, maybe the size of his palm, maybe. It would be better than coming all this way and finding nothing. "I don't mean the pieces but if we can find the drive…" He spent some time, not too much before following his former comrade out the door.

    "Jane said we need clothes to get into a club, so I would say let's get shopping and take care of your sis." Michael nodded his head though there was an arch to his brow. "Whatever Jane got us into, no need to dig that hole any deeper or it might turn out to be a suitable grave for the two of us."

    "Yeah, I'm not here to get involved into whatever Jane is investigating." There was an inkling of something, some need or duty to stay around and make sure the problem is solved. Taking a breath he put that away. He'd gotten involved before...though he really didn't have a choice, he just wore a uniform. He'd seen what happens when you get involved, seen the aftermath of getting into something you didn't understand. You end up with a lot of dead soldiers and a bigger mess than when you got there. "Get my sis, get out." He said it almost like a mission statement. This was what he was here to do, and he would do that and exit. "So where do two veterans looking to have a night on the town go to get all dressed up?" He asked a bit of humor in his voice.

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  20. DarkLordoftheFins

    DarkLordoftheFins Jedi Master star 4

    Registered:
    Apr 2, 2007
    Nicholas Anger and Robert Landau
    Limousine, Streets of City

    The black limousine was waiting for him. He only realized when a black driver with shoulders of a wrestler smiled at him and said: "Your highness."

    Robert stared a moment at him then nodded and followed him. Incredible how easily old habits returned. He felt the urge to fight, but knew he might need these old habits quite soon.

    He waited for the door to be opened for him and entered, not surprised to find Nicholas waiting for him with a smile.

    "Hey." He said to Robert and Robert nodded uncomfortably.

    "Where did you get all this from so quickly?" Robert asked.

    "Money. Been busy unfreezing a small portion of our funds to give us some working capital while you did the official part?" Nicholas yawned. "Long night. How was your tete-a-tete with London's finest?"

    "Surprisingly informative. Driscoll is on the case. Remember him?" Robert asked. Nicholas nodded.

    As he did not say anything Robert continued.

    "Actually got a lead. Pretty solid one. Laura looked into human traffic before she died." He folded his arms. Nicholas raised his brow.

    Robert again waited for a reply without getting one. Again he broke the silence as the car began to move.

    "Russians used to have a guy taking care of girls who stepped out of line. The Butcher. Remember?"

    Nicholas nodded. "The Butcher. Wasn't he an actual butcher?" He looked at Robert and understood. "Oh I see. A butcher might actually be able to cut of limbs of people, right? Butchering them pretty much. These girls ... you think they were hookers? Hookers slaughtered for making mistakes? There was also a banker, but she was probably involved. When Laura looked to deeply into it, she ended up on his list?" Nicholas nodded. "A possibility. We should talk to the Russians then. The Butcher kills who he is told to. Not who he wants to. If what you say is true Fjodor killed our little girl."

    Robert looked surprised. "Fjodor? The accountant?"

    "Made an impressive raise to the top of the foodchain it seems." Nicholas leaned back. "Ivan and the Reds are now working for him, too. He got firepower. But nowhere as big as they used to be."

    "The kingdom has fallen into chaos as the King abandoned his lands." Robert mused to himself. "Fjodor did not know she was my daughter. He would not have been aware of the consequences."

    Nicholas leaned back. "Not so sure. Seems the word was out there." He replied. "Was Miller there?"

    Robert School his head. "Not physically present, but they know about me now. Driscoll won't have forgotten. We must be careful. They played us once before."

    "Something I feel we need to get even for, if you ask me." Nicholas smiled as he looked out of the window.

    "We are only here to find the murderer of Laura. You remember our deal?" Robert asked.

    "Of course." Nicholas smiled. "Making you nervous?" He leaned in. "Now something to make you real nervous. I got followed yesterday night. Someone knows we are here. Someone knows about me being here. So maybe Laura died because she looked a bit too deeply into things. But someone has been expecting us. This won't go down so easily Robbieboy. This one will be one ugly affair."

    Robert stared at Nicholas. He knew his ... friend ... if he wanted to call him that ... had plans. He always had. Unpredictable plans. Schemes within schemes. Did he really think they could show up and reclaim their throne? "What did you do about him?"

    "I turned him." Nicholas shrugged. "Taking the pawns of the table might make the player show himself." He leaned back.

    The Game was the Game. Nicholas had already begun playing again. Robert closed his eyes and thought about the last piece of information he had distracted from this short stay with the police. The one he had not shared with the coopers. Then he looked at the money.

    "You have seen Lyle." He realized. Nicholas grinned.

    Robert closed his eyes. "Let us keep him out of this." Lyle had got out. He had been the last survivor.

    "You know we can't." Nicholas replied. "Anything else? Anything on the body?"

    Robert looked at him with tears in his eyes. He realized he could not do this without Nicholas and he also realized there was no way on earth he could let him know it.

    "She was in a pretty bad shape. He really ... did terrible things to her. But nothing. Except a shoulder wound that looked familiar." He shrugged.

    "The Reds?" Nicholas asked and raised his brow.

    "Probably. So interesting you say they work for Fjodor now." Robert had successfully distracted him. "But she was in a pretty bad shape. It might be a coincidence. She had so very many stab wounds ..."

    Nicholas nodded and looked out of the window again. "Get us to the Vodka, please. The Restaurant." He ordered the driver. "I assume you told none of this to the police, did you?"

    Robert sighed. "They got good people on it. Won't take long until they figure it out if they haven't already."

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  21. HanSolo29

    HanSolo29 Manager Emeritus + Official Star Wars Artist star 7 VIP - Former Mod/RSA

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    Apr 13, 2001
    OOC: I want to preface this by saying that I apologize for taking so long to get this reply up. The holidays became more hectic than I anticipated, and it took me a while to work through my backlog. I should be up to speed from here on out. Happy New Year to you all! :)

    IC: DI Harry Driscoll

    Morgue, Scotland Yard, London

    Despite his consent to allow his partner to carry on and accompany Landau outside, which came in the form of a subtle nod, Driscoll found that he could not follow in their footsteps – at least, not initially. He wanted to, particularly with such a relevant lead this early in the case, however, it was his own insecurities that were holding him back. He had recognized Robert’s sly behavior and realized that his vague insinuations were a testament to his true capabilities. Harry knew perfectly well what he was trying to accomplish here, and he needed a moment to consider the repercussions and determine whether he was mentally prepared to follow it through to its logical conclusion.

    This was the King, after all.

    Once you start down that path again, there is no turning back. Not like last time...

    He was still mulling over his possibilities, his hands planted firmly on either side of his belt, when Miller entered the room from the side door. Harry was so lost in his thoughts that he failed to detect the Superintendent’s approach, and he inwardly cursed himself when the man began to speak and caught him off guard.

    "The game has become more complicated and considerably more dangerous," the other man began in a slow, even tone. “For both of us. Guess neither of us wants to hear the confession of a King."

    Driscoll simply scoffed at his comment and lowered his head, his hand reflexively moving from his belt to rub at the back of his neck. It was a counter tactic to hide his uncertainty, though he had a feeling Miller already picked up on that. They both knew they were treading on familiar ground.

    When Harry remained silent, Miller continued. "Keep an eye on your partner. Keep him on the devil. We both know what the King can do to honorable men."

    It was a concise statement, but Driscoll understood the underlying meaning. Miller was well aware of his past, and he did not want him making the same mistakes again, especially in these dangerous times. While he didn’t exactly construe it as a threat, the implications were certainly there. It was enough to grab Driscoll’s attention. It also helped him to make a more careful assessment of the King's offer.

    Pursing his lips, Harry lifted his blue eyes to meet Miller’s gaze and nodded his head slowly. “Right, sir,” he replied in a lazy drawl, his tone a bit short. “I’ll take care of it.”

    He did not wait for an acknowledgment; his face remained stoic as he stepped past his superior and trudged toward the exit to join his partner outside. While he should’ve felt confident now that he had direction on how to proceed, he knew that it wouldn’t make a difference. Things wouldn’t get easier, and he resented that. In fact, he resented the whole system for fostering this hostile environment and placing them in such a precarious situation in the first place.

    Where would it end?

    Maybe it never will.

    With a sigh, Harry ran a hand through his greasy hair and glanced across the promenade to where Montrose now stood with Mara, both currently engaged in conversation. He also made a quick sweep of the surrounding area and noted that Robert was nowhere in sight. Maybe that was for the best. He knew Adrian wouldn’t like where this will inevitably lead, particularly after Harry had dropped the King bombshell on him. In fact, his partner was likely already suspicious of his actions, but what other choice did he have? It was to protect him – to protect both of them.

    Inhaling deeply, Driscoll dropped his arms back to his sides and willed himself to approach the pair.

    “How’d it go?” he called in greeting, his mouth turning up into a small grin to mask his concern.

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  22. Jerjerrod-Lennox

    Jerjerrod-Lennox Jedi Grand Master star 7

    Registered:
    Mar 9, 2005
    IC: DS Adrian Montrose
    Location: Scotland Yard, London


    Despite it being a grey day outdoors Adrian felt good being outside, it meant he was getting things done. Although being outside with man who was or maybe was not the King was not on the top of his wish list.

    Disgraceful habit smoking thought Adrian, even if those were menthol.

    "The Russians are the biggest importers of girls. Usually the get them from villages in Russia. From Ukraine too. Philippines and Malaysia. They promise them jobs in restaurants and hotels. Once here they divide them. Some go to flats, some go into the high price region. They subdue them. Rape them. Beat them. Threaten their family back at home. Most girls simply give up and sell their body earning money they never knew before. Even though they only get a small percentage. 10 to 25 percent. From time to time they have a rebel though. In that case they make an example. They send an expert called The Butcher."

    Adrian kept his face impassive and kept his hands behind his back. He was going to give this cocky bastard nothing.

    "You assume the heads, hands and feet are cut of as some sort of trademark? I guess they indeed try to make id of the victims harder. Many of the girls will have no record at all. Because the victims lead back to them. Your guy is not a serial killer in the strict sense, I think. He works as a contractor for the Russians to make sure those who wanna run, talk or cheat are silenced for good." He looked at Montrose. "You are looking for a man nicknamed the Butcher. Tall, bald russian guy with a very brutal streak and no record." He shrugged. "All I want is justice, Sir. I just gave you a headstart. He will never give up who ordered him of course. Someone else will take his job. But that is the cycle of things I presume."

    I wonder whether he is truly doing this out of the goodness of his heart or whether he wants to lead us along so he can kill the killer himself. Oh no you don’t, we are the law and justice here and if I find you have laid one finger on the killer, I'll have you taken down, and in a nice padded cell for the rest of your life. Or a nice comfy jail cell.

    "I guess you got a lot of work to do now. Now that you found his victims I suppose the man will leave town. Probably to Russia. You have not much time.Good hunting."


    So Robert could have just dropped a bombshell or he could have just dropped a bit of bait so the police would go wandering off on a wild goose chase. Wasting taxpayers money in the process. And with the UK in the present position it was in the Met Police could not afford to squander more money.

    Adrian gave him a small smile “We will consider your information and hopefully it may lead to finding your daughter's killer. We will of course keep in touch if we find anything, no doubt you will want justice for your daughter. But we will handle it, we will make sure to keep you in the loop.” he nodded “Rest assured we will find him whoever he is and lock him up for a long time” and you maybe with him Adrian thought but did not say.

    As he left Mara came out and joined him. Adrian however was wondering why Harry hadn't arrived. The looks exchanged between Robert and Harry were rousing his suspicions again. First the mystery informant, now the mysterious connection the two seemed to have. There was no doubt about it, there must have been something somewhere that connected these two together. And if they were going to work as partners on this, Harry needed to spill the beans. Or Adrian could be fighting two wars on his own.

    "Checked Ms. Landaus Credit Card. She spend regularly large amounts at Kingslayer. Including 600 pounds the night she died." She pulled her hands into her jeans, breathing in so sharply she hissed the air through her teeth. "So that is him? Looks like any guy does. Nothing legendary about him, hm?"

    “Thanks Mara” he said with a nod “Kingslayers was hopefully going to be our next stop. Good work, we can see if she made any transactions that were unusual to see if it was for things she would not be usually be buying” he watched the so called “King” leave knowing that one day they may meet again, hopefully over an interview table where Adrian could give him a good and proper grilling.

    “Looks can be deceiving my dear” he said simply narrowing his eyes at the King’s back “As with most genius murders they keep quiet, the sort of people you would never suppose are killing machines underneath. The sort of people who are brilliant neighbours but underneath could be cool, calculating psychopaths. Is he actually the King? Jury still out on that one. But know this, he has tentacles everywhere, and he will use whatever means necessary to keep us off the scent. And he did’nt even grieve over his own daughter, you wonder if this monster has a heart” he shrugged “Make of that what you will”

    “How’d it go?” cam the familiar drawl of his partner. Harry had only now decided to show up. About bloody time Adrian thought, what had he been doing this whole time? Watching to see how Adrian handled it? Or was he too afraid to approach his possible connection? Adrian resolved to one day have what he liked to call “the talk” which was basically Adrian asking Harry a whole load of difficult questions. And depending on his answers perhaps Adrian would have to rethink their partnership.

    “Just in time” Adrian responded with a smirk, “You missed a hell of a show. By the way, what were you doing? Your hair?” he shook his head “The King was here and you left me all alone. Shame as you missed him dropping a possible tidbit”

    He folded his arms “Apparently and I would take this with a pinch of salt, we may be looking for a Russian, known as the Butcher. Nd he sounds quite a pleasant bloke from what Robert has told me” he snorted “Not”

    “This polite Russian specimen likes to make example of ladies who like to escape their life. Apparently the Russian s like to grab girls from several different places, promising them a new life here but they end up becoming prostitutes and such. If anyone fancies to try and do a runner they send this tall bald Russian bloke to go and sort them out. And this chap has no record and can be quite brutal. It looks like the Russians want nothing to lead back to them, of course it may be that Laura somehow got in the way and this Butcher fella decided to get rid of her as she got too close to finding out something the Russians didn't want appearing in public”

    He gave a look to Harry as if to say if you had been here we could have worked on him together and I wouldn't have to explain this to you. He said instead, “I think we need to delve through the archives, Robert gave us a nice little history lesson in there regarding a couple of murders with the same MO. Time to have a dig and see what we can find, see if our Russian fella or someone else took some inspiration from those. Get the team on this Butcher before he decides to do a runner back home. He won’t have a record but this is where we could use our informants, discreetly mind you. Time to see what our Russian friends are doing at the moment, see if there is any word on the streets about a Russian deciding he wants to take matters into his own hands”

    Adrian turned serious “Perhaps the King wants to get rid of his competition, maybe he genuinely wants his daughter’s killer found. But I want him watched, If he dips one toe out of line, if he murders our suspect himself, I want him in. I don’t want him making a fool out of the Met Police in front of the public. We have already been kicked down enough, let’s give them something that put their faith in us, and to keep scum off the streets.”

    He looked at his partner “What do you say, ready to go clubbing?” he said. Kingslayers would hopefully be their next stop in order to trace Laura’s last hours. And he would be watching his partner closely from now on……

    VERY closely.

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  23. SirakRomar

    SirakRomar Jedi Master star 4

    Registered:
    Mar 30, 2007
    Jane Gray
    Her flat

    Jane had so called "zero-result-runs" of her software before. Usually meant people had been in hiding. Criminals and terrorists.

    Robert Landau was a Zero-result-run. Nothing. Nothing at all. He wasn't even on Laura's birth certificate. There was a 'father unknown'. But Laura had 130 million on her bank account and a Dad who knew how to leave no traces at all. He was probably the source of the money.

    Finally. One single hit. He was staying at the Vauxhall Inn. A three star hotel outside downtown. She would not have thought he would prefer such modest living quarters. The room was also not booked by him, but a clinic from Norway. A clinic? Jane turned her attention to this detail and quickly looked for backdoors into the hotel system. There were several exploits available. These guys really were not big in software updates. Entering the system she got the address. It was only a registry add in Stockholm. So were was the clinic?

    Google gave her nothing.

    It get like there was an offline world where people left no trace and Robert Landau had jumped right out of it.

    She took her phone and called the hotel. She knew he wasn't there, but she could leave a message. Her number and a simple two words.

    ABOUT LAURA

    Maybe that was enough to lure him out.

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  24. Lawbreaker

    Lawbreaker Jedi Knight star 1

    Registered:
    Aug 21, 2018
    The Kingslayer Club, Downtown London

    Mara and Bruce took the lead of the butcher and started contacting OC for CI input. That left the two lead inspectors to follow the trail and go to Kingslayer. Which they did after concluding their paperwork.

    The Kingslayer Club was massive and one of the most in-demand locations of London clubbers. Security was tight, with a bouncer and two security in black suits guarding the door. It opened at 22:00 and the line was there immediately, as chances to get early were better.

    Police did not stand in line of course and the bouncer looked at their badges for a second before moving aside and allowing Montrose and Driscoll in. "Shall we inform management of your present or are you just hanging out?" He asked curiously.

    The inside was three levels of various importance. Lower level was the massive dancefloor and DJ with two bars. Above was VIP with a look over the dancefloor from the balustrade and another three bars. The highest level contained several lounges for the truly wealthy customers. Arabs and Chinese business men occupied those with their mostly Eastern European companions. The Platin Lounge was reserved for Abelard Lindsay himself and had direct access to hi office which overlooked the whole club and had access to the CCTV system.

    Abelard had returned from the Vodka and had taken his spot in the lounge of the VIP area. Scott was there and a half a dozen girls, all incredibly beautiful and wearing expensive designer dresses. Arnold, his bulky bodyguard stood nearby but did not participate in the social activities. He held his glas of cool water in his left and kept the right free and near his gun. Among the crowd were ten of his men tonight. Security had been upped by one or two notches in case the Russians reacted swiftly. No matter what the Inspectors answered the bouncer he was informed of their arrival of course.

    Michael, Albert and Jane were not so privileged and had taken their spot in the line. All now dressed appropriately. "So why do we go clubbing?" Albert asked Jane and smiled. "Nice mission for a change, but how does this help?"


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    Millard's flat

    Albert Crow smiled. "Hugo Boss?" He said and shrugged. Michael found the harddrive that moment and put it into his jacket as they left.

    They changed their meeting spot to Kingslayer and would try to be there early to have a chance to enter.

    Tag: @galactic-vagabond422 (feel free to write the Hugo Boss visit or skip it to go to the Kingslayer club), @SirakRomar




    Headquarter of the Reds, Camden

    Leonid, who had naturally succeeded to cover Iosef's position in his absence, entered the room in which Ivan had been formalized now. He handed him a mobile. The mobile. The one exclusively used buy Fjodor to talk to Ivan.

    "Ivan my dear friend. I heard about the trouble you had with the mission I gave you. And of Iosef of course. Treachery is always painful. We will keep an eye out for him. He won't be hidden for long. But I am afraid I have to rely on your services again tonight. Abelard Lindsay declared war on us. We need to strike first. I have men on their way to Kingslayer. I need you to make sure there won't be reinforcements. Lindsay has stockpiled muscle in a warehouse in the harbor area. I need you to take care of them. Twenty men. Take out as many as possible. Keep the rest busy for the night. They won't expect you. The tip came from an inside source."

    Fjodor wanted to equal the battlefield. Lindsay had more men. By taking out his reserved Fjodor would be taking the numbers advantage from the British Crimelord.

    Tag: @Master Vo'Un'Var




    Vodka, London

    "Do you have a reservation, Sir?" The waitress in the short blue dress asked Nicholas as he entered and raised her brow.

    The restaurant was crowded and there were obviously no free spots. It was quite usually to book tables in advance in London.

    But Fjodor was sitting at a table in the back and discussed with a number of men something very intensely.

    Tag: @DarkLordoftheFins



    Vauxhall Inn, Hotel Bar

    The Hotel Bar was mostly empty. A young blonde woman served drinks and it was obvious she was hardly a professional. More likely she was student doing this part-time. The selection of drinks was also quite limited. When Robert's GlenFiddich was finally served a woman sat at the bar next to him. Erasian most likely with a little more European than Asian blood. She was wearing a black costume and was in her early thirties. Quite a beauty with her black hair and dark eyes.

    "Gin Tonic please." She said and looked at Robert. "This is a smokers place is it? I hate myself for it, but could I humbly ask for a cigarette? I just found out I quit quitting." Her eyes went to his green pack of Marlboro Menthol. "I thought those were illegal in the EU?" She smiled at him.

    Tag: @LordTroepfchen
     
  25. SirakRomar

    SirakRomar Jedi Master star 4

    Registered:
    Mar 30, 2007
    Jane Gray
    In front of Kingslayer

    Jane was wearing her black cocktail dress that doubled down as her club and business dress. Both things she only did when necessary.

    https://thumbs.dreamstime.com/z/bea...trait-sexy-blonde-little-fashion-31344490.jpg

    She spotted the newly dressed ex-soldiers in the crowd and stepped next to them. "Hey guys. You look good." She said and felt a little colder than expected. She gave them an apologetic smile about the whole Millard affair. "Glad you made it. So funny enough our interests cross here. Two days ago a friend of mine was here and so was your sis with that guy called Scott. Your sister has not posted since then on her social profiles, which means she might have met someone here? The place is famous for hunting rich guys. Also famous for rich guys hunting young women. So I guess you might ask around."

    She looked after the two cops passing her and recognized them right away. Driscoll and Montrose. The guys who lead the investigation into Laura's murder. Little surprise they were here. She picked this one up from them. Seeing those guys for real felt almost uncomfortable. It reminded her this game was not just a game.

    "Sorry I could not find more. If this does not get her I hack this Scotts email, okay?"

    This side-project seemed oddly easy compared to the murder hunt.

    Tag: @Lawbreaker, @galactic-vagabond422