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Post by Matthew Gregory on Dec 7, 2015 7:02:11 GMT
Matt shook his head unable to stop his mind from racing. He would have loved to be on the bust but he knew he was just a guest of the city. Though he wondered why Monica hadn’t been looped in. They seemed pretty close. "At least until someone starts asking the question everyone is thinking. How was she able to get away with it so long? The only thing that folks love more than a hero is breaking one down. This may be the noose that costs him his job or worse if what I’ve been hearing is true they never really wanted him and that his jib and his position was the cities way of neutralizing him from making too much of a mess about the practices down here."
Looking at their chits and the number being called he knew they’d be up next he hadn’t really thought of anything he needed his rig was still serviceable but another wouldn’t hurt something a little snugger he supposed. He hated the breaking in period but it was usually worth it.
Shaking his head as he could all but see how that would shake out. It was almost a foregone conclusion that somebody would end up being the public scapegoat and it was usually whoever seemed to be the biggest hero of the moment. "But yeah I can see this coming up as a topic even if its just in the Q and A’s. Though I thought Blake would be talking about the Vegas PD’s RPITactical unit. Especially as they are the only ones with a full on Tac unit designed to handle escalated Preternatural outbreaks."
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Post by Monica Davis on Dec 7, 2015 16:32:45 GMT
She frowned she knew why hed not taken her and it was for the reason Mat brought up right after especially had something gone wrong.
Del was gonna get dipped in the parana tank and they were gonna look for and holes to start shredding him. That made her just a small bit sick to her stomach he didn't deserve to be the fall man at all. She hoped he had t crossed i dotted and caught her so when something came up he was above the board. The speed of it all had her thinking no he didn't and would use subterfuge till he couldn't.
Their numbers were called and she stepped up asking for a cross draw in ladies medium because the small never fit right with her shoulder width and breasts. The showed her a few one in a nice brown oiled calf skin the other in a black and a dyed blood red. That one freaked her out a bit so she took the black and a second inner pants holster never could have to many of those.
Waiting on Mat he was super picky it seemed then once he was done. They could go snag seats in the already filling main hall for blake. He mentioned vegas earlier and it had slipped her mind but then as she was walking she stopped cold. It was weird she was here to talk abou vrgas but had no clue about reno.
Shed have to decide how much to tell mat later because hed given her the you will tell me face before.
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Post by Matthew Gregory on Dec 7, 2015 17:57:07 GMT
Matt nodded at her choices they were smart and worked for her. He kept from laughing as she had a small fitting issue. Over the shoulder rigs just weren’t made for breasts or overly developed pecs. He was no slouch but he had to consider as much which is why he usually went for a standard draw hip rig or concealed back rig. What he lost in coolness he made up for with speed and focused shooting. He didn’t like to brag but he was the second best shooter in the force backed by a few awards. What he was however was one of the fastest reloaders. He’d clocked his reload time at just under a three seconds on his slowest. He didn’t know how he’d gotten so good but he was thankful that even on his worse days he was center mass peppering tight cluster drop a clip on a person shooting machine.
It was one of the unspoken open secrets that empty enough lead into a body didn’t matter how quick they healed a thing would stay down. Silver no silver special ammo be damned sheer volume and an accurate aim would drop most things with all the seriousness needed to insure they stopped. It was why he usually packed man stoppers even when he wasn’t packing silver-shot. Enough lead and everything stopped. He considered the cross lined rig but thought better of it taking the inner pants concealable and the TAC outfitted rig. If he was going in hot he knew its extra clip storage would come in handy. Purchases procured he smiled at the few detectives who didn’t bother to hide their envy. He looked at the tactical shotgun but knew he could find a better deal from the Virginia guys. Something about all those loose gun regulations made them a little too happy to unload items probably better kept off the books.
Easing into the seat next to Monica he took out his phone reread the BOLO and knew things would not be so easy for Delaine. The bust while successful hadn’t brought down the big fish. She was in the wind and with enough head start could be anywhere between here and Timbuktu. Of course if he knew the criminal mind she wouldn’t make it too far without coming up for air she was a purported lycanthrope and she’d need her own soon enough. All of the girls brought in seemed to have lion lycanthropy which meant she was probably of the same infection. He was more versed on the wolf variety but from what he remembered lion lycanthropy carried a more pronounced amygdala and lower than average orbital cortex activity. It meant they were simply prone to more violence overall. More emotional violence where it would be easy for them to lose control. If she was a lion infected it was a sure bet she would have a run in sooner than later.
Bringing up his messenger he texted Monica hoping her phone was on vibe and wouldn’t ring.
‘Protection? Spill’
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Post by Delaine Astin Vincent on Dec 7, 2015 18:13:51 GMT
There was one fact of life no one could deny though everyone in their own way tried. Change. Change was the one constant and Del embraced it as often as he fought it. Things were changing in NOLA and he hoped for the better. Twenty five of the thirty girls on premises were infected with lion lycanthropy. Twenty of the girls had all turned twenty one in the last year and of those twenty seventeen had arrest records going back four or more years. It wasn’t the big crushing blow that he had hoped but Estelle was done. There would be no finagling her way out of the noose closing on her. The connection to Eric was unmistakable. It was there in black and white as she held a silent partnership in his business that he was sure even Eric was unaware of. She had backdoor helped to finance his renovations and assumed a lien against the charter of his company. It meant if she chose she could demand full repayment at the drop of a hat.
That obvious insurance policy would allow him to enlarge the scope of his investigation and make it real hot for the man. It wasn’t the smoking gun he was hoping for but that along with the list of names in her database would be far more than enough to get the ball rolling. Eric wouldn’t go down easily. He was a known lycanthrope so he would know what the end of the road would be. As such he was sure Eric would fight with everything he had. It would be bad and bloody and he was sure costly in toll. He sighed marshalling what men and women he knew were shooters. Not enough by half. It was the best he could do unless. Yeah he would have to deputize the entire conference then see who was whom and who could shoot worth a damn. Not the run of the mill understanding of shooting but the life or death kill or be killed shooters. The Tactical trained and qualified. It would be his ass in a sling either way might as well go out with a bang he thought. The drive to the conference would be five minutes three with lights and sound. The deputizing would take a second and the pooling of resources another ten.
Sending an advanced unit to cordon off the sections of the Dock where Eric’s offices were he sped to the conference. He knew he would catch flack for what he was presupposing but he knew if he moved just fast enough the matter would be over and the talking heads would spin it at least initially as a win.
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Post by Monica Davis on Dec 7, 2015 21:39:49 GMT
She had settled and her things were under her chair with her foot on the bag so as to discurage sticky fingers. When the text went off she thought it might be Samuel again but seeing who it was she frowned not looking at him till she schooled her face. Then texting back " over protective connect knew me way back wants to be sure media darling is safe "
She knew it was stretching realty but hey Gates would have hadcthe need arised she was sure if it. Misdirection was all she had at the moment.
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Post by Matthew Gregory on Dec 7, 2015 22:05:16 GMT
Reading her reply he cursed under his breath. She’d been made aware of the website. He did all he could to protect her from that information including several threats of bodily harm he’d had to carry out to insure no one mentioned it. The city big brains were idiots all but making her a scapegoat should anything go wrong. He had taken to policing the site once or twice hell just about all day. It was all he could do. Especially as she had somehow knew about the welcome to NOLA celebration they’d had planned. Thank god she avoided it he wasn’t sure how; but the picture was shaping up that the LT Delaine had something to do with it. Whisked her away before anyone knew she’d touched down. Not an easy thing to do in an airport the size of Louis B. but doable if enough effort was put into it.
He knew she was hedging didn’t know why accept it more than likely had to do with her love life that was the only area they hadn’t discussed and avoided when they could. It was a sticky subject for her. He got it any talks opened the door for thoughts and it was a bad situation not having a clearly defined understanding. Though he knew secrets were just as bad he let the matter go. ‘Okay I won’t ask again.’ He typed back as the First speaker got up and began outlining the virtues of the enacted Marshall plan and why each Marshal was a necessary much needed tool.
He and several others sighed audibly as they put together what was being said. The Marshals were too busy to be pulled to a Podunk Police conference and would be replaced with other speakers. It was a load of bull but hey adaptability was what made good cops great and great cops well great as well.
No sooner had the first speaker really got going than Delaine walked in with a group of locals armed for war and looking as mean as an angry bear. He had to admit he was impressed just a little. Their LT barely looked as if he could take the stairs let alone do a full tactical load out and come in at a jog.
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Post by Delaine Astin Vincent on Dec 7, 2015 22:19:13 GMT
His Mamere had always said if you have to do a thing do so bad or good you don’t have to do it again. So he made it back to the conference in record time the three who rode shotgun with him all had Tactical training and were kitted out to take down the hairiest of beasts. Which they knew Eric was. This stop while necessary was burning daylight so he entered on a jog moving to the podium without taking a beat. The look on the Deputy Chiefs face was enough to cut steel. Del ignored it taking the mike as he smiled his best smile. It was bright open and full of so much charm he was sure someone would walk away with a cavity.
“Alright gals and fellas from parts due outside of here. We need a favor of your new toys your old toys hell if you ain’t got none we’ll loan ya some of ours.” As the hush fell he smiled brighter, “By the powers granted me in the name of the Parish of Orleans city of New Orleans I grant you all willing and able bodied the deputized powers of sworn officers pro-tem. Well now don’t y’all just sit there raise your right hands so this can be official.”
Looking at the Deputy Chief daring him to say something in front of all these witnesses Del went on. “Due the potential for harm and great bodily injury it is within the Powers of any sworn duly appointed officer of the law to deputize the manpower necessary to fulfill the duties of upholding the general tranquility and safety of the populace at large. As such one more time for the cheap seats…” Smiling he looked back at the Deputy chief stage whispering he said, “Cheap seats hell that’s all o dem ain’t it.”
Addressing the gathered once more he said raising his own right hand “By the powers granted me in the name of the Parish of Orleans city of New Orleans I grant you all willing and able bodied the deputized powers of sworn officers pro-tem to execute the duties of sworn officers in this our time of need.” Nodding as he finished reciting the deputies oath he waited for anyone to accept or deny. “Well for those ain’t familiar ya’ll gotsta say I accept or barring that saying nothing means ya’ll don’t get to hunt up big game today.”
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Post by Monica Davis on Dec 8, 2015 2:47:12 GMT
She groaned along with every one else so bogus, settling in to be bored she was pleasantly surprised not long after. Picking her jaw up off the floor when he walked in then deputized everyone. She looked at Mat then raised her hand and took the oath no way she was missing out on this no way. Samuel would freak but she had to do her job and come on two of her favorite guys guns and once and a life time opportunity who passed that up?.
Everyone wa riveted and eyeing Del like santa on christmas granted this could end careers or lives but the excitement was almost enough to make you forget that part. When oathing was done Del had another 40 people under his command including her some had chosen to stay and set up a mobile command center people were suiting up vests and gear. Monica was glad for her choice in pants for the day the black yoga stretchy knit things would allow her lots of movement. boots on her feet, hair its usual chin length neatness tucked behind her ears.
Limbering up, Del had yet to set the groups but she wanted to be with him and Mat.
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Post by Matthew Gregory on Dec 8, 2015 3:41:58 GMT
Well damn. Was all Matt could muster in light of this turn of events. An outpouring like this never happened. This was one of the only times he’d heard of a national strike force being convened. Yes it was a back door and they all were officially deputies of the NOLA Pd but there cops from all over from Seattle to Jacksonville. Sure as shit stank every able bodied and some that barely qualified raised there hand. All said Aye or yes and most were on their feet before the man had gotten through the second repeat. He knew that if Lt Vincent ran for office right that second he would have every vote of every person in that room save maybe his boss. What a sway he had in the moment. He could see why his men seemed to look up to him. He was impressive when forced to move. He could definitely see the starshine on him and why Monica would be interested. Hell if he went that way he’d be all over the man himself.
It took some doing but he was kitted out in three minutes. He’d maxed out his favors and credit card but he was suited booted locked and loaded. He even had the opportunity to break his word and wear the new rig without breaking it in first. True to his word Del had everyone willing and able outfitted and ready to kickass. He doubted they’d be the ones to take names. He was sure this would end badly for someone but in the now there wasn’t much to do but hold on and enjoy the ride.
He was surprised Vincent chose him for his tip of the sword but the fact he was partners with Monica he was sure helped. As she was in the tip as well. He couldn’t believe how simple and direct his plan was. As the main area where the men they were looking for backed the water it would be a three sided offense. Slow methodical as the area was a warren of ever shifting and changing blind alleys and dead ends formed by the transportation containers and shipping crates they would sweep slow and steady clearing out if they lost the light which Vincent said was a very big possibility they’d set up a perimeter with flood lights and lock it down until morning. Where if needed they would try again and again until they got to the heart of the area and captured their man. Simple effective and really hard to gum up. The tip of the sword would flush and beat once they took a zone. He loved the simplicity.
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Post by Delaine Astin Vincent on Dec 8, 2015 4:16:31 GMT
He was surprised at the turnout to be honest he knew he wanted Monica the shooter who did time on the SRS joint taskforce and the Greater New York speed shooting runner-up on the tip with him. A five man kill squad to take the heaviest with the others beating the bushes and closing the net. He knew Monica was a shooter and hoped the others with their training would back his play he was rewriting the playbook as he went and hoped no one would call his bluff. At least until the smoke cleared and the dust was settled. If push came to shove he would simply hold the attempts to grant vampires a deputized status against them. Hopefully so long as no one died too horrifically he should be fine. Yep he did offer an out and those with bum-tickers unable to make weight or near enough to retirement to view this as a holiday manned the control unit fielding questions and collating data between the teams.
Needless to say it took longer than ten minutes to get everyone suited, locked and loaded would be an understatement. It did however give him time to call Arnaud and have him move his people completely out of the area. The news he was greeted with was almost heartbreaking. Arnaud had pulled back when all hell broke out. The cops in the area had scurried everyone out and one of Arnauds guys an ex infantryman freaked out. Almost shifted and that had them attempt to arrest him. Arnaud and the rest of his men had to ambush the cops to get their guy away. It was a mess and Del knew there would be a shit ton of blame later. So be it he thought putting those thoughts out of his mind and focusing on the job at hand. Thirteen lions pissed riled up with a death squad bearing down on them. What could go wrong.
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Post by Monica Davis on Dec 8, 2015 5:22:35 GMT
If getting them suited was bad getting them mobile was a night mare there almost were not enough cars so they went into the auto pool and got vans and suvs. She and MAtty were in the car with Del and another guy their fifth was in a car behind it was no lights silent run dont let the bad guys know your coming mode. She passed out gum because you didn't want a dry mouth and she asked Del if he wanted her to use her ability to make sure any ony one who wasn't a lion didn't get targeted by them code name mufasa.
Any threat was mufasa a non threat was simba or pumba depending on how non a threat they were to the group. Simba's would still be contained but not shot pumba were civies who happened to be wrong place wrong time like human doc workers. This was relayed back and other teams picked it up each had a " special officer" some one with some sort of gift to help them be it empathy mind reading true seeing anything to give them a 5 to 10 second edge over their quarry.
Soon the docks loomed ahead and that butterly turned into an eagle in her stomach she fired off a quick text to samuel and shut her phone off for sound didnt want it giving away position with something that could hear like she new her lover could.
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Post by Samuel Banks-Walker on Dec 8, 2015 6:23:02 GMT
He listened in on the codes being bandied about The call signs being given for teams and the map of the plan. He would be there pulling up the rear on Team One. He wouldn’t let her out of his sight. He was still numb from his exertions but he wouldn’t lose her. He was risking much and would risk so much more. She brought him to some semblance of life and he wouldn’t lose that for all the danger in the world. He would face down the archangels themselves. He knew how he felt even if he was too proud to ever say it aloud.
As her text came through he knew how she felt even if she wouldn’t ever say so herself. He fired off a quick reply ‘Three cards back Ferguson heavy weapon sweep.’ It was a simple text and said so much more than they had time for. Into the whirlwind reaping what they could. He’d thought of a way to drive Eric from his warrens and out into the open but it wasn’t his fight if he’d only moved sooner. If he hadn’t been so fogged he would have. But as it stood he was here now and the hired guns at his back would see them both home. He wouldn’t interfere with her job but he would intercede when death came for her standing guard and taking all that he deserved so that she would not have to.
As they rallied at the docks he raised the mask provided and dropped the unneeded goggles into place. He and the two wingmen on his team fell into place behind the five man kill team. He would find how to stay closer than trail team but one thing at a time. He bumped into Monica and moved passed her to join the others. The playful nerves of death in the air. Clamping his shields down tight and fast he simply disappeared into the rank and file for now.
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Post by imaginary on Dec 8, 2015 16:45:34 GMT
They had heard some whispering earlier that the cops had tried to take down a wolf for something or another. That had them laughing but then Eric had gotten all weird and huffy and left not telling them nothing. What ever it was he'd get over it and come back.
Diego got up to grab a breakfast shake it was a special blend the boss made for them with a few spoons of pinkish powder and muscle milk powder mixed with water.The rouge rex was almost fanatic about them drinking them.
The sea birds were acting strange like something was agitating them they wouldn't land. He shrugged "stupid birds "
Then flopped with his drink gulping it it tasted like licking a sweater spritzed with fruitpunch and had an undertone of blood but after he finished it he always felt like he could fight the world and win.
They were in the warehouse and would start two man patrols soon it used to be three but 3 of the best guys were still healing from the attack the other night. Someone said a vamp did it. That made him wonder why the vamps cared but he darent ask Eric anything of that nature.
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Post by Monica Davis on Dec 8, 2015 17:28:26 GMT
She felt him bump her then relaxed he really was here and he'd protect her. That was strange to her she was used to having her own six it wasnt till him and Matt that she'd had actual protection and back up.
Now she had all her guys the best friend,the partner and the lover. They even overlaped a bit in some of those areas. So far so good she sideways walked slightly knee bent scanning auras open but focused in front. She didnt want any pings behind her nor any "outing"
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Post by Matthew Gregory on Dec 8, 2015 19:52:57 GMT
As the big guy with the Mossberg and the Benelli nudged Monica he was tempted to let him have it instead he memorized the jackasses name. Ferguson. Somehow it was fitting. His gallows humor properly in place he went online full safety off focused down the line of his sights. He was cold his hands were warm and he wanted nothing more than the adrenaline pulsing through him to go on for the rest of his life. This moment was what most officers would gladly give their careers for. No lives had been lost they were marching forward to do a good thing. They were right on the hoary edge. He said a prayer under his breath smiling as he remembered the first tie he heard it. He’d just gone undercover the first time and ended up in a shoot out in upper Bedstuy with a Haitian gunrunning crew. The guy he was initially trying to arrest and was now using to move up the ranks began saying it over and over.
“Most Sacred Heart of Jesus, I accept from your hands whatever kind of death it may please you to send me this day; With all its pains, penalties and sorrows; In reparation for all of my sins, for the souls in Purgatory, for all those who will die today and for Your greater glory. Amen.” Cole went on to drop three of the perps who had them pinned Matt drop the other two and almost bought the farm as he was grazed twice and one through and through ruined his tattoo of a lion on his stomach. Cole dropped the last guy and made sure Matt lived long enough to bring him down. As the memory washed over him and his prayer concluded he just wished he’d realized his throat mike was on.
So focused on what was ahead of him he hadn't realized that some of the voices whispering across the mike into his ear were not the reverb of his. They were others who knew the prayer others who had given and would continue to give their all against the wrongs and evils of the world. it was a moment of such clarity that he was simply accepting and humbled. No braggadocio no thoughts to try and contain it. It simply just was.
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