Secret Police
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Posts: 66
Preferred Name: Tyché
Character Profile: LYANTE
Character Name: Lyante Nephila
Status: Lurking
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Post by Tyché on Dec 10, 2015 10:54:17 GMT -5
Lyante's gambit had worked; offering the man a medstick while she new he didn't have a port had forced Karnov to play his cards. Unfortunately, it seemed he had upgraded his deck as a sonic mine was not something commonly found, or lightly used for that matter.
As she covered her ears and fought the disorienting feeling the noise caused, as it played the inner ear like a pinball machine, Karnov and everyone else that still could move made a run for it. Firing a salvo she knew would be way off, she instead focused on the source of the sound. Firing into the floor, she kept squeezing the trigger, the floor quickly disintegrating to the plasma until one of the shots made it through and did enugh damage that the sound faded into nothingness.
Lyante could still hear it though, ringing in her ears as she scanned the room for any of the suspects without much hope. All she found was the fresh corpse of the scavanger without a NUIP; unable to move the badly recovering criminal, his colleagues had opted to shut him up in another way.
Lyante started talking to Sven, but only heard a few muffled sounds a she opened her mouth. Rolling her eyes, she started giving him hand signals the Secret Police used to communicate when silence was of the essence.
-- 1 dead, issue APB & mobile lab or back to base? --
As she awaited Sven's input she got to thinking, did she screw this up? Karnov wouldn't have access to this kind of technology, somebody else had to be in charge here or he wouldn't have risked his practice like that. This meant stakes were higher than they thought.
Luckily they had a fresh clue. Karnov might have been a doctor, but he never had much regard for science; Lyante bet the Secret Police lab would turn something up, anything from turning this house inside out.
Tentatively, she threw a glance into the basement; the sonic mine was singed, but largely in tact. Good, these things left a papertrail a mile long. Salvaging these debacle seemed a lot more plausible at the moment. Only one thing left to do:
-- Rock, paper scissors for who has to file this rapport? --
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Preferred Name: Miru-hime/amboob
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Character Name: Sven De'montifar
Status: On Hiatus
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Post by sven on Jan 25, 2016 20:52:38 GMT -5
The sonic noise made Sven feel nauseous with its loud reverberations, until the sickly feeling had dissipated slowly when his partner had managed to shut down the source of it by firing into the floor boards with her gun. even with it gone it still rang in his ears like a really bad hangover like you wouldn't believe. when the noise passed Lyante was already scanning for other bodies among the room , though the only thing to turn up was one deceased scavenger minus a NUIP .
It turned out to be a flop when just the two of them plus one dead remained the only beings left in the building, seeing as the others had made for break with debilitating noise to slow both of the secret police officers down. once Sven's ears stopped ringing he could faintly hear muffled tones come from his Co- operative trying to communicate with him. voice not properly registering in his sensors , he opted to respond similarly with the hand signals between each other.
As she had asked signal wise . "-- 1 dead, issue APB & mobile lab or back to base? --"
Her antlered companion returned signal . "issue APB & mobile lab.... take the fastest route we can to stop these loathsome cockroaches."
a simply detestable smirk spread on his face issuing a glance around for their fresh clues , with not a moments grace it was then Lyante pulled the Rock , paper , scissors trait for who would file this case.
.. Sven hung his head a little with a sigh , he was probably going to lose ... no sweat .... he just had to make sure he had everything in place . he readily formed his hands for the outcome .
.....an nervous stare ... his form with .......Scissors . " your move ? "
Awaiting his partners move. would he lose and have to file the report all by himself ... who knows ... as long as the case was going to hopefully close soon.
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Secret Police
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Posts: 66
Preferred Name: Tyché
Character Profile: LYANTE
Character Name: Lyante Nephila
Status: Lurking
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Post by Tyché on Jan 29, 2016 5:24:28 GMT -5
Lyante looked at Sven's hand, then her own. Then back to Sven's. She couldn't believe it. She lost and now the stack of paperwork was hers. She signaled a few very powerful terms as she messaged HQ for a mobile lab and an APB.
As they waited for the mobile lab, Lyante's hearing came back. "finally," she muttered. Sighing the biggest sigh of her life, she greeted the driver and got what she had dreaded. The large pack of paper, handed to her with some snickering meant something had gone wrong. The driver knew it; everybody knew it; heck, there even was a board up in the SP coffeeroom that held everyone's score. Lyante hated that board. She wasn't in the lead by a long shot, but still, getting a mark extra meant ridicule. And if that bastard made one more remark she would-- Lyante snapped out of her fantasy world as her pen did the same.
the driver gave her a scared look and raised his hands in defea, signing he didn't want any trouble and to please not shoot the messager. Lyante dismissed him and got in the back of the truck, sat herself dow and started writing. Some frustratingly long period later, she finally sealed the papers in the envelope. She had often wondered why they weren't allowed to do it electronically, but everytime she had to file such a report she understood that was part of the punishment.
She arched her back in an attempt to get the kinks out as she turned to Sven, busy at another desk. "So, found anything interesting?"
She knew if anyone would find something it would be Sven and a weapon as sophisticated as a sonic mine was bound to leave some clues. Maybe he had had some luck with finding the maker and they could work on from there. Maybe he had already solved the case. At any rate, they had has NUIP, so that was bound to shed some light on the mystery.
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Preferred Name: Miru-hime/amboob
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Character Name: Sven De'montifar
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Post by sven on Jan 31, 2016 0:41:01 GMT -5
Waiting for the mobile lab to show up , both he and Lyante had a round of Rock, paper , scissors and just when he thought he was going to be stuck with a mountain of paperwork to file on this one, his nervous stare turned right round into a bit of a smug grin when she lost their little game. "oh~` Scissors conquers paper~ . "
but enough of his smug grinning and returned to a more fitting serious look, they still needed to track down Karnov and the others before things got any worse. Sven's partner had just received her hearing from the SP headquarters, judging by the look on her face and the heaping pile of papers dropped on her by another officer who brought their mobile lab let slip the proverbial "don't shoot the messenger" line . casually ignoring it he set himself up in one of the desks .
While she was busy with papers , Sven had the job of finding some secrets from the sonic mystery machine that held their investigation further from progression. He pulled a set of tools to carefully cut it apart to check , serial numbers , product numbers , make and model , and wire quality would give him all the information on where the parts had come from .
Sven interrupting his own work to throw a few side eyed glances at her frustration with some of his findings and called her to look over . "ey... you might want to come check this out ... what I've got so far . "
folding his arms in pause of his work her antlered accomplice laid out some of the details in which these cohorts had their hands on with this style of tech, he really had a great time with this one. "so ..anyway .. I came across the numbers in pieces and put it together along with the variety of assorted wires and plates on it, it traces back mostly to an expensive shipment that was tracked for the higher district shops and went missing ...so where is Karnov and his guys getting the funds for all this equipment... is beyond me .. at the moment... or it's either the latter and was stolen .. "
As he abruptly stopped, he glanced back at her papers then back to Lyante with a charming smile."you look like you could use a hand with that stack over there later "
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Secret Police
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Posts: 66
Preferred Name: Tyché
Character Profile: LYANTE
Character Name: Lyante Nephila
Status: Lurking
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Post by Tyché on Feb 8, 2016 2:00:53 GMT -5
Lyante gave him an annoyed smile: "rub it in why don't you? It's bad enough I have to write a freaking book's worth of explaining. So unless you're being legit about it, can it."
she gave Sven a respectful nod as she focused on the remains of the mine: "not bad; that took some puzzling no doubt."
She kept silent for a minute, thinking things through before she sat herself down next to the antlered colleague. Leaning back with her eyes closed, she started summing up her thought process:
"Alright, we both know that this tech is too advanced to sell; stripping it for its parts would be far more cost effective. So if we assume the guys we're after are the ones that stole that shipment, we can deduce a bit more."
She sat upright, leaning on the table before seemingly getting an idea and pulling out a map of the city.
"We know this technology is made in the higher classes, specialized equipment always is; and that the security would be pretty darn tight for a shipment like this."
Lyante's brow furled: "How did some gang of punks wound up with this? If you are organized and high classed enough to pull a heist like that, you would keep the tech, not share it with some lower class slum gang...unless...you weren't a gang."
Lyante kept quiet for a minute, thinking through her implications. It certainly was a possibility, not at all that unlogical even. She got up and grabbed her mexhanical spider, deploying its anti surveillance field and sitting close enough to Sven in order to cover them both.
"Sven, the resources and information needed for this job; there's only one organisation in Novus that could pull this off. Clearing a slum gang for the higher class entry; knowing the schedules and content of the box: only one option is left. The person pulling the strings must be Secret Police."
She gave Sven a concerned look. "Who was the guy getting killed? An informer? Someone who knew who the big boss was and wanted to ensure a cushy life by ratting him out? In any case we have to be really careful about this."
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Character Name: Sven De'montifar
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Post by sven on Feb 21, 2016 2:50:21 GMT -5
Sven diminished his coy smirk, brushing aside their all well and fun games he redirected himself to Lyante's piecing all the information with what he had as well between the two of them figuring out the puzzles of this operation. He gave a curt nod in response to her. returning to write down the numbers and other information gathered from the scraps he'd collected from the mine for a report to hand his partner a easier job in writing the full report later on.
As he slid the remaining pieces of metal off his desk his expression had conformed to a serious stare , those purple iris' ever gazing over the vast amount of work they'd covered and yet it still was missing pieces and needing to track their main guy . Karnov. "it's possible they were trying to cover tracks in order to sell the wares they had obtained in order to bag a steep profit but with an entire load gone missing .. heh .. well fat chance that he's ever going to make a buck .. after we catch him."
He folded his arms, sighing at her last comment about who could have pulled it off . " well .. the only way it would work within our ranks is someone had to have been pulling strings from the inside. " his eyes slighted , though visibly emitting daggers towards the various boards with information patterned out for several route ways.
Sven moved himself to lean comfortably against the wall afterwards, he still had a hunch that in order to dig deeper they would have to return to HQ to get what was properly needed to solve this case. " oi ... Lya ?.. " he stopped midway before finishing his sentence then started up again (though he hoped she didn't mind him abbreviating her name like that ...oops) . " I have an idea ... and I think we should move exponentially fast . we should head back to base and check out the data boards on all lower ranking officers amidst everyone else to single out , the sooner we do this the better chances we have weeding out other informants who might be giving our own location away to karnov in making his getaway ."
purple hues that stared out one of the tinted windows of their mobile lab as it starts to head off . " We better get going! "
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Secret Police
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Posts: 66
Preferred Name: Tyché
Character Profile: LYANTE
Character Name: Lyante Nephila
Status: Lurking
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Post by Tyché on Mar 15, 2016 5:35:26 GMT -5
Lyante nodded, a barely noticable blush on her face for being called Lya so spontaneously. "I agree, we need HQ's resources for this." She got in the van and mulled the idea over in her head while she abscent-mindedly filled in more of the paperwork, cursing ocassionally as the paperwork needed more of her concentration.
Arriving at HQ, and finally done with the wretched paperwork, their latest exploits are already talk of the day as Lyante took the walk of shame towards the paperwork deposit box. Sliding in the massive envelope, she sighed as everyone around gave a round of applause and she reponded in kind by giving a 360 degrees one finger salute.
Then she retreated with Sven into the data archives of the Secret Police and started pulling up lists. Some lists were easier that others; informants, people who might have heard the right things to get away with it: those were easy. Pulling up information about fellow agents? Not so much. There were files no agent of their class had access to, and no amount of hacking would get them. No, the Secret Police was smarter than that. Some lists only existed in someone's mind or were printed in some clever way a digital copy wasn't needed.
Lyante cursed. It wasn't the first time the database had foiled her. Giving up on her search, she let Sven continue trying to find anything as she started eliminating people from the list. Alibi's, checked through the amazingly large framework of cameras and recorded data, NUIP tracking and other highly illegal things for anyone but the Secret Police.
Still the search brought up nothing. "Sven," Lyante eventually said while trying some new ideas, "did you notice one of the agents acting out of tune as I dropped off the envelope? I didn't particularly, but if you noticed anything, that is a clue. If - and let me stress if - we have a mole within our department, that person is going to be awefully interested about what happened."
Lyante took a piece of paper and scribbled down the agents she had seen. Either the mole had been in the building, which means he couldn't have met with his lackeys. Or he was out, scolding them as they tried to find him. No one worth their salt would try a scrambled communique; the Secret Police monitored those, and while they might not be able to tell what was being said; you could count on them asking you personally why you were on one of the ends of such a conversation.
"This is gonna sound stupid," Lyante started, "but I think we might need to set a trap to find this mole."
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