Draco Cronnoc II
"I think I'll check for evidence," you declare. "As that is my area of expertise, perhaps it's for the best. I have a pretty good eye."
"Suit yourself," the man replies dismissively. "Check anywhere you want. I've already got a team on it, but I'm sure you might be able to dig up somethin' extra."
"Right," you say a bit tentatively, put off by the man's gruffness. "I'll just go do that." With that you begin your search.
First you scan the area, just like any good detective would. Basically, a pile of wreckage. Must've been a powerful bomb indeed. Not that you'd expect the buildings of Richland Harbor to be constructed with such an attack in mind.
You begin phase two; picking out a section for inspection. Everything seems to be laid out rather randomly, after all it is a pile of smoking debris. You remember what the man told you: they think that the explosion was near the 3rd or 4th floor. So, it'd make the most sense to look somewhere closer to the middle.
Stepping carefully over the rubble, you make your way to an area close to the center. You look down at the ground. Nothing special, just more of the same.
Your idea to search for evidence has turned out to be a poor choice indeed. You step away from the wreckage rather soon. You know from experience that if you don't find anything within five minutes chances are there is nothing there.
You return to the man who talked to you earlier. "I found nothin', sir."
He looks at you with an annoyed expression. "What do you mean? Of course you found nothing! You've only been looking for five minutes! What could you expect?"
"I know when it is hopeless."
The man is now irate. "Listen, you little faggot. My name is Frank Graw. And I don't tolerate people who waste my time on the job. The person who did this is now escaping us; we don't even know who he is! Now get away from me. At least I've learned something frm today: never count on the Richland Harbor police force."
You turn to leave. Getting into a confrontation now would not be a good idea. Still, what happened to respect your elders? Your search had simply been futile, that's all. Well, Graw had been having a very trying day...
"Graw!" a man nears you calls out. "I think I got somethin'!"
You stop dead in your tracks. You won't leave Graw's presence just yet.
Graw looks like he'll yell at you again, but he breathes in slowly and turns to the man. "What is it, Ken? What do you have?"
The man runs over. "I got this little box," he says, handing over a small black box to Graw. "Only undamaged thing in the whole place. Odd, ain't it?"
"Yeah," Graw murmurs, running his finger along the side. "What's this?" he asks, flipping it over. "Little red numbers, reading 0:00."
"How do you think it wasn't destroyed?" you inquire, looking at the box. "It's in almost perfect shape, just a bit of dust."
"This is clearly the attacker's. It's a bomb-proof box, and as he'd be the only person who knew about the bombing...ah." Graw looks smug. "See this whole?" he says, pointing at a rather large hole on the bottom.
"Yeah."
"The bomb comes out of that hole when it's ready to detonate. This is definitely his. The reason it's got a hole is because it's bomb-proof. So that if it accidentally detonates early it won't hurt the attacker. Let's see if we can get an ID or something from it. Take this to Sara," he tells Ken, handing it back.
Graw continues to smirk. "Now you'll see what we can do. Sara Chandler, our technical cryptologist, will put numbers found on the box's hard drive into her computer and it'll come up with the company that manufactured the box. And then we'll have a start."
"Amazing what technology can do," you nod formally.
The time passes slowly as Graw pesters you with questions about Richland Harbor. You are relieved when Ken returns.
"What have you found?" Graw demands.
"It comes from a company called Erutdi, that's all we could pull. Sara did a search for the company. The nearest plant is in Louisville."
"Then I'm going to Louisville," Graw says. "I'll look into this matter myself."
"I'll come with you," you say with a smile. "Richland Harbor must be represented, as the blast did occur here."
Graw looks like he's about to spew quite a few swear words, but he breathes again and relaxes. "You need to stay here and oversee this. Besides, you're number one here in Richland Harbor now. So not only do you have this to deal with, you have the murder of your predecessor."
You had forgotten this. What do you do? Go to Louisville and see Erutdi, or go back to the station to see how the Deborah Lakin's situation has evolved?
"Suit yourself," the man replies dismissively. "Check anywhere you want. I've already got a team on it, but I'm sure you might be able to dig up somethin' extra."
"Right," you say a bit tentatively, put off by the man's gruffness. "I'll just go do that." With that you begin your search.
First you scan the area, just like any good detective would. Basically, a pile of wreckage. Must've been a powerful bomb indeed. Not that you'd expect the buildings of Richland Harbor to be constructed with such an attack in mind.
You begin phase two; picking out a section for inspection. Everything seems to be laid out rather randomly, after all it is a pile of smoking debris. You remember what the man told you: they think that the explosion was near the 3rd or 4th floor. So, it'd make the most sense to look somewhere closer to the middle.
Stepping carefully over the rubble, you make your way to an area close to the center. You look down at the ground. Nothing special, just more of the same.
Your idea to search for evidence has turned out to be a poor choice indeed. You step away from the wreckage rather soon. You know from experience that if you don't find anything within five minutes chances are there is nothing there.
You return to the man who talked to you earlier. "I found nothin', sir."
He looks at you with an annoyed expression. "What do you mean? Of course you found nothing! You've only been looking for five minutes! What could you expect?"
"I know when it is hopeless."
The man is now irate. "Listen, you little faggot. My name is Frank Graw. And I don't tolerate people who waste my time on the job. The person who did this is now escaping us; we don't even know who he is! Now get away from me. At least I've learned something frm today: never count on the Richland Harbor police force."
You turn to leave. Getting into a confrontation now would not be a good idea. Still, what happened to respect your elders? Your search had simply been futile, that's all. Well, Graw had been having a very trying day...
"Graw!" a man nears you calls out. "I think I got somethin'!"
You stop dead in your tracks. You won't leave Graw's presence just yet.
Graw looks like he'll yell at you again, but he breathes in slowly and turns to the man. "What is it, Ken? What do you have?"
The man runs over. "I got this little box," he says, handing over a small black box to Graw. "Only undamaged thing in the whole place. Odd, ain't it?"
"Yeah," Graw murmurs, running his finger along the side. "What's this?" he asks, flipping it over. "Little red numbers, reading 0:00."
"How do you think it wasn't destroyed?" you inquire, looking at the box. "It's in almost perfect shape, just a bit of dust."
"This is clearly the attacker's. It's a bomb-proof box, and as he'd be the only person who knew about the bombing...ah." Graw looks smug. "See this whole?" he says, pointing at a rather large hole on the bottom.
"Yeah."
"The bomb comes out of that hole when it's ready to detonate. This is definitely his. The reason it's got a hole is because it's bomb-proof. So that if it accidentally detonates early it won't hurt the attacker. Let's see if we can get an ID or something from it. Take this to Sara," he tells Ken, handing it back.
Graw continues to smirk. "Now you'll see what we can do. Sara Chandler, our technical cryptologist, will put numbers found on the box's hard drive into her computer and it'll come up with the company that manufactured the box. And then we'll have a start."
"Amazing what technology can do," you nod formally.
The time passes slowly as Graw pesters you with questions about Richland Harbor. You are relieved when Ken returns.
"What have you found?" Graw demands.
"It comes from a company called Erutdi, that's all we could pull. Sara did a search for the company. The nearest plant is in Louisville."
"Then I'm going to Louisville," Graw says. "I'll look into this matter myself."
"I'll come with you," you say with a smile. "Richland Harbor must be represented, as the blast did occur here."
Graw looks like he's about to spew quite a few swear words, but he breathes again and relaxes. "You need to stay here and oversee this. Besides, you're number one here in Richland Harbor now. So not only do you have this to deal with, you have the murder of your predecessor."
You had forgotten this. What do you do? Go to Louisville and see Erutdi, or go back to the station to see how the Deborah Lakin's situation has evolved?