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sillyboy wrote:Nice

Still wondering who the 'leaders' are tho ......could be interesting.....

Belive it or not...I've already got an idea about that...

FITZZ wrote:

sillyboy wrote:Nice

Still wondering who the 'leaders' are tho ......could be interesting.....

Belive it or not...I've already got an idea about that...

sillyboy wrote:

FITZZ wrote:

sillyboy wrote:Nice

Still wondering who the 'leaders' are tho ......could be interesting.....

Belive it or not...I've already got an idea about that...

...I would say not to worry...but...you might want to worry..

I will say this much....if things go the way I'm thinking they will...it's going to be a big surprise for the Hunters.

FITZZ wrote:

sillyboy wrote:

FITZZ wrote:

sillyboy wrote:Nice

Still wondering who the 'leaders' are tho ......could be interesting.....

Belive it or not...I've already got an idea about that...

...I would say not to worry...but...you might want to worry..

I will say this much....if things go the way I'm thinking they will...it's going to be a big surprise for the Hunters.

Are our leaders Budha and Jesus? That wold be one hell of a suprise party

No...I assure you..Jesus nor Budha will turn out to be the head(s) of the "Order of Hunters"....that much I can say for sure.

FITZZ wrote: No...I assure you..Jesus nor Budha will turn out to be the head(s) of the "Order of Hunters"....that much I can say for sure.

sorry about that, just watched 'South Park' the imagination land episode

But my real guess would be that they are vampires using the hunters to keep unnatural things under control. Its they after all that hand out missions if it just a sighting of a wolf, they'll let it slip, but if one goes on a rampage they use the hunters to take it down....or it could be a covert goverment organisation.

Matt Crossman entered his small,but exqiusetly decorated apartment on Empires City's Upper East side,he tossed his car keys on the counter and poured himself a glass on wine..
sighing with content as he sipped the burgundy liquid,he took a seat and reached for his phone..
After dialing,ne sipped more wine and waited for an answer.." NBC head offices...how may I assist you" the voice came.
" Good Morning.." Crossman said..a huge smile spreading on his face " This is Matthew Crossman from Empire City Action News Five...one of your afiliate stations...I'd be most thankful if you'd connect me to Bernard Katz"
Crossman smiled..Katz was head of the News department at NBC...and an old associate of Crossman,He'd go nuts when he saw what Crossman had...and..allow Him to write his own check in exchange for it.
" Mr. Katz is in a meeting at the moment.." The voice replied .." Would you care to leave a message.."
Crossman frowned...he hated to wait...but..business is business.." I sure would" Crossman said,putting on his best fake charm " Please have Mr' Katz contact me at 555-203-7717..I have an exclusive concerning the recent rash of serial killings that have been taking place in Empire City..and I'd like for Bernie to have first dibs on it."
" I'll give him that message.." The voice said " Crossman was the name..?"
" Yes Matthew Crossman.." He sipped more wine and smiled before hanging up.
A burst of laughter escaped from Crossman as visions of huge dollar amounts and a spot at NBC danced in his head..

" Well..your in a good mood" a voice from behind said
Crossman turned,standing in the bedroom doorway was Amanda ...his current "girlfriend",Amanda was a waitress at the Pink Pony,and what she lacked in brains...she more than made up for in looks..and ...talent.
" I sure am Babe" Crossman said as he rose from his chair and danced over to the woman,who was covered only by a sheer bed sheet " In fact...lets ..celebrate."
Crossman downed his wine in a gulp and swept the woman into his arms assuring her back into the bedroom.

Moments later..Crossmans phone began to ring,and..wanting privacy for the call he anticipated,he bound nude into the living room,leaving a confused and frustrated Amanda laying on the bed.." Where are you going?!" the woman half wined half yelled.
" Back in a moment my dear.." Crossman said " Don't get dressed...'
He snatched up the phone .." Matthew Crossman here" he said..already smiling...

The voice at the other end was not that of Bernard Katz,and Crossman frowned...

" Mr. Crossman.." The voice rasped " I belive you have a certian item in your possesion...one aquired from the Police station."
" Don't know what your talking about pal" Crossman said...putting on an air of bravodo..
" Don't play games with me Crossman.." the voice said.." I am well aware you have it..and..you will give it to me."
Crossman laughed..." Your mistaken friend...I don't know what your talking about.."
" If I do not recieve the DVD by tonight..you will be extreamly sorry Mr. Crossman." the voice said..
" I told you...I don't know what the hell your talking about." Crossman shouted " Now Feth off!!"
He pushed the disconect button cutting the voice off mid sentence..

" Pinkerton" Crossman said to himself..."or one of his stooges...thinks they can intimedate me."

Amanda appeared at the door again,a worried look on her pretty face " Everything ok Matty?" she asked..
" Yeah...teah I'm fine...just some ..idiot..." Crossman frowned glaring at the phone.
" Oh Matty.." the woman cooed.." Don't let it ruin your mood.." she giggled and dropped the bed sheet covering her to the floor.
Crossman smiled..." Oh it hasn't .." he said as he turned and embraced her.


Right,Crossman has made a call to set up an exclusive deal for the video...
He also recieved a call from Oliver...(who knows he has the DVD but can do nothing about it until sunset)
Crossman obviously thinks the call was from the cops..trying to bully him.

More to come on this later...

sillyboy wrote:

FITZZ wrote: No...I assure you..Jesus nor Budha will turn out to be the head(s) of the "Order of Hunters"....that much I can say for sure.

sorry about that, just watched 'South Park' the imagination land episode

But my real guess would be that they are vampires using the hunters to keep unnatural things under control. Its they after all that hand out missions if it just a sighting of a wolf, they'll let it slip, but if one goes on a rampage they use the hunters to take it down....or it could be a covert goverment organisation.

You'll see....

Hey FITZZ, gonna PM you an idea. It's evil, nasty, and just your style.

Under the direction of Lucas, Murry turned the van off the paved road and onto a poorly maintained dirt one near the field where they had first met.

The old van bounced its way down the pot hole ridden road as it entered a dense wooded area and disappeared into it. They rounded a corner and an old single story building came into view. It had obviously not been lived in in some time. The lawn was waist high and chocked with weeds, the shutters half hung off their hinges, and part of the roof had collapsed in on itself. Murry looked at the man in disbelief.

"You actually live here?" he said

"Indeed I do. Pull around the back and park the van in the garage." he said pointing.

Murry complied and backed the van into the slightly less rundown garage and killed the engine. Both men exited the vehicle and closed the swinging wooden door closed to conceal the van. Murry followed Lucas as he walked over to the side of the building and pulled open a storm shutter, revealing old stone steps leading down into the darkness.

At the bottom of the steps, Murry was surprised to find himself looking at a new thick gauge steel door with a biometric key pad. Lucas thumbed the pad and with a series of quick beeps, the lock disengaged and the thick heavy door swung inward revealing a brightly light interior.

Both men entered the basement, and once passed the door Lucas pushed the door closed with a solid metallic click as the lock automatically re-engaged.

Much needed to be done, and there was only a short amount of time to do it in.

(OOC: Just a quick IC before I head to class.)

Sean, only slight fazed by his younger siblings sudden appearance, ushered him and the young lady into the house, glancing left and right out of his front door before he closed it. Ryan lead the way through the house, already acquainted with the layout once before, and helped Holly, who by now was flitting in and out of consciousness, into a bed. She was asleep before her head hit the pillow. Ryan turned to leave, and saw his brother, watching him sternly from the doorway. Motioning silently, Sean guided Ryan back through the house to his study, it's panelled walls and leather armchairs giving the room a warm, comfortable feeling. Ryan sank gratefully into one of the chairs, and relaxed for several seconds, his eyes closed. When he opened them again, his brother was sitting opposite him, a scotch held in his hand.

"Who is she?" Sean said, breaking the silence.

Ryan responded by rubbing his eyes sleepily, and then spoke "You know when I came to you three years ago?"

Sean nodded, remembering that fateful day when he had turned up on his doorstop, a wreck of a human, barely alive, and soaked with crusting, dried blood.

"I promised to you, that I'd learn to control it, it would never ruin my life the way it did all those years ago. Since then, I've been travelling, but maybe four or so months ago, I really thought I'd like to settle down, and naturally, I thought of you, big brother, and the success you've made of yourself. I want in."

Sean smiled briefly, but his eyes were still hard, and serious.

"That may be, but you still haven't told me...why there is a young lady sleeping soundly in my guest room, wearing a bloody apron?"

Ryan rubbed his eyes again.

"Thing is, after...after all that...gak, all that gak that happened to me, I said I'd never change near people again, y'know? Stop myself from feeding. And it worked, very well. Except, except now the beast inside me is less of mutually beneficial relationship, and instead a fething caged animal. If I change now...if I change, I'm not in control any more. It's all animal. And that lovely young lady got too close."

"Oh you didn't...?"

Ryan nodded silently, no words to describe the tragic fate that was waiting for her.

"But....you said yourself, how is it possible she got near you, you only change when you're alone, away from civilisation..."

"I was provoked."

"Not a brawl..."

"No no! Was a vampire."

Sean stared in disbelief. Once he learnt of things that went bump in the night, suddenly a plethora of knowledge he had never known of before was suddenly opened to him. He knew that vampires existed as much as he did that his brother was a homicidal maniac who ate his victims.

"But...why? Why don't you just let it pass, I don't get the whole deal between you're kind and them."

Ryan waved his hand dismissively.

"Children. The vampire had drank to children dry, in front of their parents. There would be no way I was going to let that slide."

A sudden twinge in his back caused conversations to cease. Where Ryan had been shot was now emitting a quiet, but never the less audible ping. Frowning, Sean got up, and, after persuading Ryan to let him take a look, observed something very peculiar.

"Ryan, when you heal, does it flash red?"

"What? No, of course it doesn't."

"Well it looks like someone's tagged you with a traffic light then."

After several minutes of probing, and digging around in his brothers back, a small bullet shaped beacon, was removed from just under his shoulder blade. The two brothers looked at it inquisitively, wondering why anyone would fire something non lethal to werewolves, at a werewolf.

And all the while, the beacon carried on transmitting it's signal to hunters across Empire...

@ ghosty...

Nice one man...I wish I'd have thought of that.

Crossman exited the bedroom ,Amanda lay sleeping quietly behind him.
He walked to the kitchen and poured another glass of whine...finding himself mildly iritated at the call earlier..
As If willing it to do so...the phone began to ring.." Katz..gotta be." Crossman said picking up the phone.." Hello." he answered.
" Apparently we were...cut off during our previous converstaion" The rasping voice said with good humour..
" I told you...who ever you are..I don't know.." Crossman began
" Don't lie to me Matty Fatty...you don't lie very well unless theres a camera pointed at you.."The voice said.
" Matty Fatty" Crossman thought..he hadn't heard that name since jr. high...when he'd been a chubby kid...Matty Fatty was what all the kids had called him...taunted him with,even today...memories of that time bothered Crossman...so much in fact he was vigilant about everything he ate and went to the gym religiously..
" Don't call me that.." Crossman said...anger in his voice..
the voice on the other end laughed...a cruel mocking sound..
" This is what's going to happen..Matty Fatty.." The voice said " You will either leave the object I want In the phone both on the corner of Cherry and Oak by 7:00PM...Or you will not see the sun rise "
" Are you threatning me?" Crossman asked...now confused as to who might be on the other end of the phone..
" Yes...I am.." The voice replied.." Package...in the Phone both on the corner of Cherry and Oak street...by 7:00 PM...or else."
The line went dead before Crossman could reply....

" Was that Pinkerton?" Crossman thought to himself..." Surely a cop..a high profile Detective wouldn't be making death threats to a well know celebrity..It couldn't be him...could it?"
Crossman sat for a while thinking...an idea had begun to form...maybe it wasn't Pinkerton...maybe...just maybe it was the...people from the video...the...Werewolves..

Crossman paused...the journalistic side of his mind taking over...the Idea started to grow...
He rushed to his DVD collection and pawed through the discs...a copy of "An American Werewolf in London " falling at his feet...Crossman laughed as he switched the movie with the DVD from the police CCTV in it's sleave and wrapped it in brown paper...
He hastily scrawled the words "leave me alone!!" on the package with a sharpie and sat it on the coffee table.

He chuckled to himself...there would be a package waiting in the phone booth alright...and he'd be there ready to get even more footage...
" Wait until Katz see's what else I'll get for him.." Crossman thought to himself...his smile returning...

Well...Crossman has pulled the old switch a roo and will be placing a movie into the phone both as bait...hopping to capture even more "Werewolf action"...
Now...not being the hero type..Crossman will be calling the police and leaving a tip that the suspects from the slayings at the Police station will be at the location the package is to be picked up at...
He belives that the police presence will not only keep him safe...but may provide some "action"..

Now...I must insist that since Oliver will have no way of knowing that the package in the phone booth doesn't contain the DVD he demanded..but rather a copy of An American Werewolf in London,he must proceed as though the package contains the police station Video...

This situation is going to set up a major event.

Sergeant Barry Ellis sat in his small workshop,he'd consumed better than a half bottle of whiskey and still didn't feel in the least bit drunk,he laughed to himself wondering if people who'd gone crazy could still get drunk?
" Crazy...I've got to be.." he muttered to himself " Vampires..Werewolves...what's next?...the Creature from the Black Lagoon splashing around the pool at the YMCA?"..
But try as he might to convince himself otherwise,Ellis had seen what he'd seen...it was all real.
He stared at the clock on the wall and prayed that Pinky would get back soon..

Ellis walked over to his reloading equipment and carefully seated another silver slug into it's casing..examining his handiwork..Ellis smiled and placed the round among the others.
He'd managed to make two dozen rounds so far...half .45 caliber half .357,he'd stayed away from 9mm as he figured it best for the Silver to stay in the body and 9mm had a habit of over penetration...

He figured another two dozen rounds would be enough...after all...how many damn Werewolves could possiably be running around in the city,he thought about all the recent brutal slayings for a moment and decided that perhaps he'd make four dozen more rounds..."Just to be safe.." he said to the empty room.

Ellis Placed another of his ex-wifes silver tea cups into his smelting pot....smiling a bit as it begin to liquify ..." Well darling.." Ellis drawled.." Sorry you won't get that tea set back...but who knows...maybe I can get ya a fur coat.." he laughed at his own joke and sat down at his work table pouring himself yet another drink.
As he waited for the cup to completetly melt...he leafed through some of the items that had been removed from the Vampires body...Ellis was loathe to touch them..but pushed himself to remain as profesional as he could.
Looking over a crumpled and stained fold of papers..Ellis came across several interesting jottings...the name Pontius appearing a multiple of times along with several adresses..
He set the papers aside and made a mental note to show them to Pinky and that woman Vegas when they returned...he then returned to his reloading equipment,but not before he slipped six of the freshly made Silver rounds into his S&W .357..." You can never be to careful." Ellis said as he poured some of the liqud metal into moldings..

Just a quick update on the actions of our friend Sergeant Ellis..

Buzzing woke Andy up as he rolled over to answer it he fell onto his boots. He looked at the phone while scratching himself. Apparantly someone had tagged a wolf somehow and they got the location of the house it was in. It was time to roll.

He dressed himself in his gear, the stab vest hidden below a blue uniform, the uniform tucked into his boots. He looked like a plumber, good enough cover. Kara was already ready in the hallway while Andy affixed his favorite cap.

"So we're plumbers now?" Andy asked, tucking his revolver under his uniform.

"We even have a plumber van for this." Kara walked down the hall.

The two went downstairs into the kitchen carrying their automatic weapons in tool bags. The door to the cellar was locked, Andy banged on the door.

"We're leaving Hawthorne, have fun." Andy yelled through the door, he could hear some mumbling from behind it. The door to the garage opened and they looked at the cars, a white van in the middle sat there with its garage doors open. Kara pulled a magnetic plumbing sign from the back and slapped it onto the side of the van.

"Let's roll." Kara said as they sat in the truck, "Put the address into the GPS and we'll go."

Andy put the numbers in and the route was planned. He checked the rounds in his revolver to make sure he had silver loaded.

Ok last one for the night...just trying to tie up a few loose ends real quick...

Pinkerton sat in the car next to Vegas,a protesting ..but reasonably content Colt sitting in back as they drove through near lunch traffic..
It had taken Pinkerton much longer than expected to pacify Hospital Security,but he'd finally convinced them his story was on the leavel...

" So.." Pinkerton asked " Who's Hawthorne?" seeing how Vegas stiffened at the mention of the name.
It was Colt who answered from the back seat " A Vampire...but I'd guess you knew that already..He's been somewhat helpful ."
Vegas snorted disgusted laughter.." Yeah...real helpful..."
" I take it you don't care for him?" Pinkerton said raising an eyebrow
" You could say that.." Vegas replied..." He's the reason Colt almost died...twice."
" Well now...that's not the whole truth.." Colt said " I almost died cuase I got sloppy...at least the first time..second time would be your fault Pinky.."
Pinkerton nodded..." So...about Hawthorne.."
" He's a Vamp..." Colt said " But..he claims he doesn't feed on humans...I belive him becuase he doesn't seem to have the power a typical Vamp does..Doesn't have the look either."
" Ok so a vegetarian Vampire.." Pinkerton said
" No he drinks blood...just not while it's still inside people.." Colt said " Anyway...apparently..some Vamps...some seriously powerful Vamps want him dead.."
" Why?" Pinkerton asked.
" He's got a lot of information on them...and he's been talking.." Colt replied.
" Feth him...let the other Vamps have him." Vegas said under her breath.
" No...He's been useful...and I think he still will be." Colt said sternly..
" Ok...A Vampire snitch.." Pinkerton said " I'd like to know what he can tell you...us...about the crispy bastard I found this morning."
" Well we can ask him..." Colt said..
Pinkerton Nodded..." First we need to go back and check on Ellis...see how he's doing...then I need to contact the Station and see If this Nash guy has shown up yet.
Vegas nodded..."We're almost to you friend Ellis home now...you can check in from there and then we...you two can question that..Hawthorne."
Pinkerton nodded as they pulled off the highway and Towards the home of Sergeant Ellis.

Argh f**k.

Just returned, and I have seen what our old friend Crossman is doing.

Right now I am not sure if I wish to kill him so it never gets out, just steal the video somehow.

Because if nothing is done, we are all f**ked

[OOC - you still taking people on board for this FITZZ? - not done a RP here on Dakka yet, thought it might be a good place to start.]

I can't see why he wouldn't be.

IC:

"What should we do with it?" Ryan mused, somehow fascinated by the machinations people were going to in the hunt for his kind.

"Maybe we could, I dunno, disarm it?"

"Don't think that'd work, if it's already transmitting they know where I am."

"Maybe you could hide? I could feign stupidity, sayin' I found it in the street? Meanwhile you could be snugged up in the basement. "

Ryan nodded.

"Sounds like a plan."

@ MDS..

I'd be happy to have you come aboard ,I will ask you to read the whole RP to familarize yourself with the story so far,,,but once you have ,feel free to make a character and join in.

@ Kais...

The urge to go after Crossman,though understandable...would probably be a mistake...he's sure to have set up some sort of contigence plan in the event of his...disapearance...remember...this guy is a slick little weasel of a man,who's obssesion with money and fame is only slight less than his desire for self preservation and his sneekiness..

Besides..Atlas would have no way of even knowing Crossman has the video...as he's been in the cave caring for Rose.

[OOC - Cheers, will have a full re-read, been semi-skipping till now.
I'll get some notes set and PM you what I'm thinking, plus do a summary one here that everyone can see and go in first post.

Will be sending that on Sunday though, as I need to have a quick think on where I want to go tonight, and I have my brothers wedding to attend tomorrow so won't be online.]

OK...No time for a big write up ATM...but just to bring everything up to speed,I'll cover a few things very quickly...

Concerning Pinkerton...He and the Nunters have returned to Ellis home,he's contacted Police HQ and spoken briefly Agent Nash...Informed Nash that he would arrive back at the station after Lunch (Pinkerton has been awake for over 24 hours and is colapseing)...Pinkerton is currently passed out on Ellis couch.

Ells showed the papers from Rasputians pockets to Pinkerton,Colt and Vegas...then passed out (the whiskey catching up to him)in a chair.

Nash is organizing Partols at the station and is eager to speak with Pinkerton...He has yet to few the video (remember Crossman has a copy)

Morathi's Darkest Sin wrote:[OOC - Cheers, will have a full re-read, been semi-skipping till now.
I'll get some notes set and PM you what I'm thinking, plus do a summary one here that everyone can see and go in first post.

Will be sending that on Sunday though, as I need to have a quick think on where I want to go tonight, and I have my brothers wedding to attend tomorrow so won't be online.]

Sounds good ,I'll be looking forward to hearing back from you..

The van entered the neighborhood, nice enough looking on the outside. They saw their target house but getting in wouldn't be easy and of course there was the issue of going into a house, guns blazing in the day time. They would have to find a way in and then take care of business. The hope that no hostages were taken by the wolf also lingered in their heads. That's when they noticed the driveway of the neighbors house was unoccupied.

"Find out who lives there real quick." Kara said as Andy pulled out his phone and called information.

"Got it," Andy said while jotting down the address and information on a clipboard, "Joseph Parten, 522 Chestnut Way. We pretend to be on call, knock on the door to see if there are any hostages, if someone answers we'll just say that we were looking for his neighbor."

"If the big bad answers?" Kara asked.

"We put some holes in him," Andy looked into his toolbag and pulled out the AK-74 with the blade in the bayonet slot, "we can't take these in before we assess the situation."

The van pulled up to the curb and the two got out, Kara carried the clipboard with her. Everything looked legit and they hoped they could pull it off.

OOC: Will they pull it off, will they get told, will they lay some pipe? Only Fitzz can tell.

@ Nachos...

If Andy and Kara are tracking the transmiter that was dug out of Ghostys character...and are checking the house he's in shouldn't the address be " Sean O' Brian 522 Chestnut Way"??...or where they checking the neighbors address ?...

Any who...I'll give ghosty the oppertunity to do an RP ...but yes...the Andy/Kara+ Ryan/Holly/Sean situation WILL be an event...

Pinkertons eye's snapped open,he sat bolt upright taking in his surroundings, seeing he was in Barry Ellis workshop he relaxed...for a moment,he then looked at his watch..." Feth..Feth ..FETH!!" he yelled .
It was half past noon,he was supposed to be meeting with Agent Nash any minute..." Damn it.." He muttered snatching up his cell Phone and dialing the station...
" Empire Police Department..how may I direct your call?" the station opperater answered..
" Ellen?...is that you?...This is Pinkerton...Do me a favor and connect me with FBI Agent Nash.." Pinkerton said.
" Ohh...Hi Pinky...yeah he's been asking about you...give me one second.." Ellen said.
There was a series of clicks followed by a deep bass voice " Agent Nash speaking.."
Pinkerton imagined the owner of the voice at the other end of the line to be at least ten feet tall and roughly the size of a mack truck..
" Agent Nash." Pinkerton said ,attempting to sound wide awake and alert " This is Detective Pinkerton...Sorry for the hold up on our meeting...but I'm running down a lead on the case..."
There was a long pause,and for a moment Pinkerton thought they'd been disconected...then Nash spoke again..
" Well Detective Pinkerton...I certianly hope it's a productive lead...becuase as I understand it...most of your...leads have turned up sqaut.."Nash said sarcasticly.
" ...We've uncovered a few very interesting developments Agent Nash...developments I intend to let you in on upon my return to the station." Pinkerton said,doing his best to remain profesional.
" Well...that's certainly encourageing Detective " Nash said,that cocky tone still in his voice.." Allow me to share a certain development that's come to my attention since my ariveal..Sandra Casey is dead...murdered in her cell...and the priceless knife she was charged with transporting...it's missing" Nash paused.." Further More..oddly..none of your stations CCTV systems recorded anything...at all...strange...don't you think?"
Pinkerton felt anger boiling inside him and squashed it down " What are you getting at Nash..?"
" What I'm getting at is the fact that there's been multiple homicides within this station...including the murder of a prisoner who was connected with the trasportation of extreamly valueble artifacts....who may or may not have been with holding information" Nash said " Further More...it seems that the majority of victiams in the recent rash of homocides can be connected to either this Department...or one of two of your city's ...seedier establishments..to put it bluntly Detective...I smell an inside job concerning the murders in this station...with a high probability of Mob connection."
Pinkerton almost burst out laughing..." This bastard thinks this is the mobs doing?" he thought,but considered that ,had he not been privy to the information he had,he might make the same assumptions.
" I assure you Agent Nash...your barking up the wrong tree...if you bear with me...I'll be in your office by no later than 2:00...and ...I'll show you hat I've uncovered." Pinkerton said.
" 2:00 PM then...I'll be expecting you.." Nash replied and hung up..

" Jesus wept.." Pinkerton said rubbing his eyes.." He thinks it's the mob.."
Ellis,who'd awakened from his nap stared at Pinkerton and burst out laughing..." Since when do Mob hit's involve ripping peoples insides out?"
Pinkerton shrugged " It's the assumption he's making...plus...he belives some one...or some ones at the department are on the take."
Ellis frowned " That's no good...he'll have IA crawling in everyone's asses soon."
Pinkerton nodded " From the sound of him..he'll be leading the charge."
Colt spoke from a chair across the room " So...show this guy the video you were telling me about...it's about all you can do."
Pinkerton nodded.." Yeah...I know." he looked at Ellis..".how many round have you got so far?"
" ' Bout 4 dozen...I can do more." Ellis said
" No time.." Pinkerton replied.." Gather up what we got..." He looked at Colt and Vegas " I suppose we should go talk with this...Hawthorne fellow?"
Colt nodded and Ellis spoke up " Hey..since this guy Hawthorne is like a Vampire informant...maybe he can figure this out." Ellis handed Colt the papers he'd found on Rasputian.
" Guess we'll find out" Colt said standing with a wince of pain.

As the four walked to their cars,Pinkertons phone began to ring again...he clanced at the call ID.." Crossman?" Pinkerton said rolling his eyes.." What the hell does that clown want.?"

OK...Pinkerton has spoken to Nash,and things are not looking to good,Nash has his suspicions that Pinkerton himself may be on the Mobs payroll.
Pinkerton and Ellis,along with Colt and Vegas are on route to talk with Hawthore...in attempts to make sense out of the papers Ellis discovered.
And...Crossman is calling Pinkerton to "tip him off" about the phone booth package...

BIC:..........farming.................

Sky crawled in the car, er eyes were almost falling down. She had been up for far to long. Pinkerton crawled onto the passangerseat busy calling someone. She waited until everyone was in the car. "What happened to the body?" Ellis looked at her "Burned." Sky nodded and took it of her to do list. She started the engine and drove onto the street, Colt gave directions on where to drive. Sky had never been there, it was even the first time she heard about the place. Pinkerton closed his cellphone and rubbed his weary eyes. Things were not going well, how did Crossman get that video? He thought about his ations, he could inform Vegas but he knew they could just kill him to get what they want. Pinkerton was still a cop afterall. He decided to ring Nash again, telling him to have someone spy the phonebooth. Nash was not amused and wanted to know why. Pinkerton couldn't say it without looking like a crazy person. After a long time discussing Nash agreed. Pinkerton hoped something would come up; cause else he had just lost all his credit with Nash.

OOC: Is it good, Fitzz?

We're now heading to the farm......

@ Silly...

Not bad,I'm assuming everyone is on route to have a talk with Hawthorne .

Also...Crossman wouldn't admit to Pinkerton that he had a copy of the video...more than likely he'd elude to having some information that some of the "people" Pinkerton was searching for had contacted him and threatened him...wanting a "Package" delivered to the phone booth...but not telling Pinkerton what's suposed to be in the package...Crossman did ...after all..basiclly steal the video.

Anyway guys...there's all the set ups for the action...

Hunters/Pinkerton questioning Hawthorne..
Andy/Kara going after Ryan...
Nash and company setting up survailance on the phone booth...and Crossman hiding in the area trying to get footage...

I'm going to sit back and let everyone do some RP's and cook up some big events...