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Post by Renekin Skywalker on Jun 3, 2009 10:05:46 GMT -5
Frost had just arrived in at the main Centurion station, when he was summonned to a meeting...
A coupe of CSPD staffers were with bureaucrats. Frost is given a seat at the table. It looks like they've sent up a presentation.
"Welcome to Century Station, Frost." Says the lead staffer. "We have a new problem right now that we want you to look into, and resolve."
The room goes dark as one of the Bureaucrats stands up. "Good afternoon, sir." He says, politely. "My name is Stephens MacStephenson, and I am the lead of an interdepartmental committee called Government Agencies for the Rehabilitation and Treatment of the Homeless."
The screen lights up with a very impressive 'GARTH' written on it.
"We have been noticing a number of homeless people found dead on the streets." He flicks to a new screen showing a movie-style zombie corpse. "But not just dead. Zombified, as the police reports have been putting it. We've counted 20 so far. But that's not all."
The slide changes to a calendar, with red dots, each about two weeks apart, give or take a day or two. "It's the regularity that's concerning. If were some kind of illness, it would me more scattered, or more people. But it's only one person, two weeks apart."
"We need you to find out why." Says the MacStephenson, "And bring it to an end."
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Post by chromalfean on Jun 3, 2009 13:34:53 GMT -5
Frost had just arrived in at the main Centurion station, when he was summoned to a meeting... A coupe of CSPD staffers were with bureaucrats. Frost is given a seat at the table. It looks like they've sent up a presentation. "Welcome to Century Station, Frost." Says the lead staffer. "We have a new problem right now that we want you to look into, and resolve." The room goes dark as one of the Bureaucrats stands up. "Good afternoon, sir." He says, politely. "My name is Stephens MacStephenson, and I am the lead of an interdepartmental committee called Government Agencies for the Rehabilitation and Treatment of the Homeless." "seriously? you're parents named you that? did you slap them?" The screen lights up with a very impressive 'GARTH' written on it. "We have been noticing a number of homeless people found dead on the streets." He flicks to a new screen showing a movie-style zombie corpse. "But not just dead. Zombified, as the police reports have been putting it. We've counted 20 so far. But that's not all." The slide changes to a calendar, with red dots, each about two weeks apart, give or take a day or two. "It's the regularity that's concerning. If were some kind of illness, it would me more scattered, or more people. But it's only one person, two weeks apart." "We need you to find out why." Says the MacStephenson, "And bring it to an end." Frost replied feeling like he just stepped into the Twilight Zone or some bad B movie "okay, wait. I was told I'd be working with the Centurions. have they been notified? are they involved with this? has anyone even looked at my file? what makes you think I'm an investigator? I'm gonna need a lot better intel than this to work with. got the time frames. show me a map. what's the geographic layout of the reported 'incidents' in comparison to the time frames? and what have you been doing with the 'victims'? medical records? reports? biopsies? autopsies? am I clear to set up surveillance in the affected areas?" |
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on Jun 4, 2009 6:45:50 GMT -5
MacStephenson looked rather taken aback at the response to his name. Turning to the lead CSPD officer, "This one won't do. We can't have someone like this investigating among homeless people."
All of Frost's questions go quietly unanswered, and are eventually halted by a signal from another CSPD officer that had turned the lights back on. Meanwhile MacStephenson was trying to be talked down and convinced by the lead CSPD.
Eventually, all the bureaucrats get up and walk out, leaving Frost alone with the cops. Getting up, all but one of the cops leave, the lead officer saying to Frost, "Centurion, you were not brought here for that kind of attitude. I would suggest not bringing it to the job. Karson, he's your responsibility."
And Frost is alone with Karson, who is simply sitting quietly, looking at Frost.
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Post by chromalfean on Jun 4, 2009 7:22:50 GMT -5
MacStephenson looked rather taken aback at the response to his name. Turning to the lead CSPD officer, "This one won't do. We can't have someone like this investigating among homeless people." "why? are the homeless going to take offense between shots of Mad Dog and panhandling?" All of Frost's questions go quietly unanswered, and are eventually halted by a signal from another CSPD officer that had turned the lights back on. Meanwhile MacStephenson was trying to be talked down and convinced by the lead CSPD. Frost cocked an eyebrow mouthing "o ... tay ... " Eventually, all the bureaucrats get up and walk out, leaving Frost alone with the cops. Getting up, all but one of the cops leave, the lead officer saying to Frost, "Centurion, you were not brought here for that kind of attitude. I would suggest not bringing it to the job. Karson, he's your responsibility." "oh, now I'm a Centurion? what attitude? I just asked the guy a question. several, actually." And Frost is alone with Karson, who is simply sitting quietly, looking at Frost. Frost just shrugged looking back at Karson looking at him, and put his fingertips to his temples closing his eyes "no, no, don't tell me. lemme guess. you're name is 'Karson'?" then blinked opening his eyes "wow, see? right there. case solved. c'mon, admit it. you were thinking the same damn thing. kinda touchy, isn't he? got his panties all in a wad." |
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on Jun 4, 2009 9:03:10 GMT -5
"Hmm." Karsons sighs, writing something on a piece of paper. "You genuinely think you're funny..." He gets up and gathers his things. "Well, thankfully that's not what makes a Centurion. Meet me at this address, 9AM, sharp." He tosses the folded paper in front of Frost, leaving him alone in the room.
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Post by chromalfean on Jun 4, 2009 11:19:26 GMT -5
Frost mutters "good thing too, or you'd really be in trouble" rolling his eyes as he picks up the piece of paper looking at it. he slips it in his breast pocket and gets up to let himself out with a frustrated heavy sigh "this is really gonna be fun. this bunch is a regular barrel of monkeys. sticks shoved so far up their ass they might gag if they twist those stiff necks too far."
as he walks out, if anybody eyeballs him, he smiles and waves. holding up both hands like taking a picture with an invisible camera, he presses an imaginary button making a *click* sound, then gives 'em a thumbs up. reaching his truck, he unlocks it and climbs in and starts it up, setting his GPS navigator for the local military installation and pulls out heading for base.
reaching the main gate, he pulls in to check in, leaving his weapons behind in the truck, locking and securing it. he walks inside the guard shack and presents his military ID. the kid behind the desk just looks at it for a second. "yeah, that's right soldier. it says 'Captain Jackson Frost', and yes, my parents really named me 'Jack Frost' if that's what you're wondering."
"seems they had quite the sense of humor 'til I shot them. now, can we hurry this up? I'd like to get settled in before sunset and I have enough hardware out there to get turned in at the armory to level Fort Knox before I can even get to my room and get unpacked at the transient quarters. thanks." Frost waits while the kid gets him signed in and issued a temporary pass.
then he heads for the armory/quartermaster and gets checked in, unloads his equipment making sure they understand he needs 24/7 access, then heads for the temporary officer's billeting to get issued a room. he gets the rest of his gear unloaded, into his room and unpacked, sets his alarm for 4am and settles onto the bed, flipping on the tv for some quality channel surfing.
4am: the alarm goes off and promptly flies across the room shattering against the door. Frost hauls himself out of bed, makes coffee while watching infomercials of Chuck Norris and Christie Brinkley and getting dressed in a jogging suit. after a cup of java he walks outside, stretches himself out and takes off on a perimeter run around the base to get his bearings.
5am: he gets back and hops in the shower to get cleaned up. he gets out, dries off, grooms and gets dressed in a fresh set of plain black BDU. having a few extra minutes, he picks up around the room including the violently dismantled remains of the alarm while making a quick phone call to his CO, getting his voice mail "hi, Fred? it's Jack. I hope I woke your old ass up."
6am: looking at the time "6am here. gotta run. just called to tell you you're an asshole for sticking me here. I owe you one. ciao baby." Frost hangs up his cell and sticks it back in his pocket on vibrate. he heads out, stopping by the front desk. "yeah, I'm gonna need a new alarm clock. the one in my room isn't working for some reason." then drives to the mess hall for breakfast.
7am: finishing breakfast and chatting up some of the local guys making introductions, Frost leaves for the armory to check out some of his gear, not sure what Karson has in store for him. he checks out his standard load out, leaving the heavy stuff behind. throwing on his web belt and harness, he loads his holsters with the stunner pistols and SMGs and grabs the energy rifle.
8am: he punches the address Karson gave him into the GPS nav system and sees its only a half hour away. on the way, he swings through a McD's drive-thru and picks himself up two extra large cups of coffee, sipping on one as he drives the rest of the way to his destination. he pulls in at 8:45am, rolls down a window, lights a cigar and drinks his second cup as he waits.
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on Jun 4, 2009 11:47:55 GMT -5
The corporal at the gate did little more to react except to hand him the pass and says "Respectfully, if you think that's the most messed up thing I've heard, shooting your parents, you won' last long here, sir." He says.
It is to be noted that Frost's access for weapons on the installation is only what he brought with him. Some rule about being a Centurion and not cleared for military equipment at this time. Naturally, they'll look into it, Frost being a Colonel and all. They'll also look into replacing the alarm clock.
The address is a CSPD Precinct. Parking in the rear for visitors.
While waiting, Jack gets a text from his old CO, Fred. "Karson's your CO, now. Listen to him and you'll owe me one."
It's 9AM.
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Post by chromalfean on Jun 4, 2009 12:03:14 GMT -5
The corporal at the gate did little more to react except to hand him the pass and says "Respectfully, if you think that's the most messed up thing I've heard, shooting your parents, you won' last long here, sir." He says. "it was a joke. just stunned 'em. what is it with this place? they put corn cobs in the water here? seriously, its like something straight out of 'Stepford Wives'." Frost just shook his head, then his face lit up "Marines! that explains it. sorry, I forgot Marines don't get issued a sense of humor. have a good day, soldier." as he leaves with his pass mumbling "whole damn town must be full of friggin' Marines!" It is to be noted that Frost's access for weapons on the installation is only what he brought with him. Some rule about being a Centurion and not cleared for military equipment at this time. Naturally, they'll look into it, Frost being a Colonel and all. They'll also look into replacing the alarm clock. Frost tries to get the misunderstanding cleared up, pointing out he's still active-duty military on loan to the Centurions. (ooc: Captain, like Captain Steve Rogers? Captain America?) The address is a CSPD Precinct. Parking in the rear for visitors. While waiting, Jack gets a text from his old CO, Fred. "Karson's your CO, now. Listen to him and you'll owe me one." It's 9AM. reading the text and grinning "what a prick. you're a real piece of work, Fred. guess maybe I should wander inside" Frost gets out and goes looking for Karson. |
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on Jun 5, 2009 12:03:19 GMT -5
Getting into the office, Frost finds himself in a desk room, looking like any HR kind of place. "Hello Captain Frost." Says a young man slipping in beside him. "I trust you found this precinct OK. Karson will be a little late. Have a seat."
Getting behind the desk, he says, "I'm Albert. And, from your preliminary file, I see you have no kinds of ice powers, and... Ah, family name. Most Centurions prefer not use those anything that can tie them to their identity. Well, tell me about yourself."
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