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Olive scowled. She put her foot down, almost tempted to use her flashers and siren to clear the road before her but knew that it wasn't the right thing to do. She checked her speedo, slowing down before the next intersection- driving recklessly was not only a surefire way to get fired but it was also stupid and unsafe and precisely the thing she was so pissed off about in the first place: a couple junctions ago someone had completely cut her off, running over a bike before speeding off so fast that she'd missed their plate. She was torn between catching the perp and helping the poor soul who'd been knocked off his bicycle. He turned out to be a kindly professor from Naruki U, and a touch on the elderly side. He had been in shock- she'd recognised it, it was a common enough sight in her profession. She asked him if he was okay, and then made him walk the shock off, and phoned his work for him and explained that he'd been involved in an accident. Helping people was the number one duty that all Officers had, but it was still frustrating that all they'd managed to get was that it was a black BMW and the last two numbers on the plate.
She had been on her way towards an investigation; a victim of a double homicide had been found with a bloodied coil of rope, several nuts and bolts, and several crimson stained business cards which had lead them towards the docks. The dockers probably had no idea that their co-worker had snuffed it along with another individual in the stairwell of his apartment building, who looked like a migrant: he had no identifiers and no-one had reported him missing- he hadn't been carrying keys to any of the apartments and no-one in the building knew him. Olive looked at the case notes she had under the small pile of paperwork from the previous road collision and sighed. Did she tell them they were suspects immediately? Or question first?
It wasn't long before the police car conspicuously pulled neatly into a space, and Olive stepped out in her blue garb, pulling her hat down onto her head. Her notebook was in-hand, and her lips were pursed as she surveyed the scene before her, the fog that had been threatening unfurling across the murky waters below. Yudai was supposed to be meeting her here in a few minutes but she figured there was no harm in proceeding alone. She did so, making her way towards the bodies working to secure ropes, move stock around, and assist in helping the mooring ships. She approached the figure closest to her, unsure if he'd seen her yet- she was instantly recognisable for what she was.
Post by RAIDEN SAITOU on Jul 29, 2015 21:02:30 GMT
It seemed to be quite easy on the docks, Raiden sighed slowly as he took up a sledgehammer in his hands to open up a container for inspection. His superior had ordered him to. Then again, he was mostly left in charge of the small team. His superior had already gone back to his trailer as the crew went to work on opening a bright red container. The loud clunking resounding to those present at the docks. He took a deep breath when the container finally opened up. "Anyone got the shippin' manifest?!" He called out above the other racket on the docks. He shouldered the heavy sledgehammer as if it was nothing, wiping a bit of sweat from his brow. It was cold that morning. Yet, Raiden stood there with his working pants and a white tanktop, completed with the yellow hardhat. It was then that he heard a feminine voice from behind.
The crew was busy with checking the cargo, so, there was a time to chat. Nor was their superior around to yell that they were slacking off. He turned to the voice. "Can I 'elp ya?" The dockworker asked, a heigt of around fourty centimeters bigger then her. It was quite obvious that this woman was an officer of the law. Then again, he did nothing wrong to his recollection. He might look the intimidating sort. Rough, stubbled, tall and a sledgehammer carried on his shoulder.
It was then Olive noted the sledgehammer. Perhaps just a tool of the trade- perhaps not. She recalled the victim had no blunt force wounds however, as Raiden turned around to reveal his sort of rough-and-tumble face and the front of his messy mop of hair. Somehow Olive had never imagined dockers having long hair, but it wasn't a particularly important detail. She smiled encouragingly as he asked how he could help in a broad working-class dialect. She seemed to take a liking to Raiden- he seemed like the sort of guy that wouldn't give her any bullshit. Bullshit was the last thing Olive needed at that moment. Having said that, it was difficult to ignore a strange sort of... feeling emanating from him, something beyond the norm. It was almost a sixth sense. It wasn't a particularly nice feeling, and she briefly caught a flash of a crime scene she'd visited recently where the victim had been left to decay for quite some time before she was found. Her two senses- personal intuition and this strange... Extra sense battled it out in her mind as she spoke to him.
"Perhaps." she mouthed cryptically, staring him down, before snapping back to business and returning to her senses. "Officer Olive Duram." she barked briskly by way of an introduction, before pausing for him to introduce himself, extending her hand for him to shake, take or leave, ignoring any adverse reactions to her gaijin name if there were any. "I'm here to investigate the murder of Tomoko Kageyoshi- I believe he was a co-worker of yours?" she asked, pen at the ready to jot down any important bits of information.
Post by RAIDEN SAITOU on Jul 30, 2015 19:51:03 GMT
He extended his hand for the police woman. "Raiden Saitou." He said, shaking her hand. "Kageyoshi.." He said, his eyes widened. "He's.." He took the hammer from his shoulder, placing it down besides him. "Shit." He said with a sigh. "One moment." He said as he turned around. "Choji-san. Yer in charge fer now. When tha boss is askin', tell 'im I'm tryin' to get a nosey cop away!" He yelled over to his co-worker, before turning to Olive. "Sorry, the boss guy don't really like cops. Been beaten up by sum'." He sighed slowly. "He ain't letting that one go." He said as he notioned his head to take some distance from the loud clunking and shouting on the docks.
He walked away from the area where his team was working, hands pocketed and glancing at the woman as she followed. "I'm sorry, this should be less noisy." He murmured, rubbing his neck awkwardly. "Well, what'cha wanna know?" He asked. "Kageyoshi-san been away from work a week or two already." He took a deep breath. "Murder? You mean he's killed? Shit.." He murmured. "Well, he never left any calls at the registry, y'know.." He sighed. "I tried to call him personally, but, 'e didn't answer that either."
She wrote his name down in her notepad. He put his hammer down and she frowned sympathetically, thinking that he was feeling grief for his co-worker before he seemed to shout over to another docker. Olive took down what he said, her eyebrows arching dangerously at the mention of "nosey cop". Olive had been trained well- the notepad was an investigator's most potent weapon. It made others nervous and jumpy, and it could be used as a psychological weapon in order to force people to fess up without realizing it. She wondered if Raiden would be susceptible or not- regardless she would write down every word he said. She stood there, her hackles raised, ready for a confrontation if he told her to beat it but he did not- his face apologetic, he explained his boss's dislike of PCs. She sighed and frowned.
"It's very infrequently that things like that happen- We've got one of the best reputations of all Police Forces in the world, but there's always a bad egg. Besides," she almost grunted in annoyance, "Very infrequently do we hear stories of so-called "police-brutality" without there being a good reason for it." she said, gazing at him, her usually bright eyes flat and uncompromising. She reached up to scratch at her hair with her pen; which was pulled into a loose bun, poked through the buckle of her hat, before scratching down Raiden's next words, having followed him to somewhere a tad less conspicuous.
"Interesting." she told him when he explained about calling him- they could look through the victim's phone records and perhaps gleam more information. Matching faces to names would be helpful. Another useful tidbit is that he had been away for a fortnight at most, though the estimated time of death was 6:18pm, only three days ago. This was looking more and more like a sad case of gang violence or the like.
"Can you think of any reason anyone would want to kill Kageyoshi-san? Was it unusual for him to disappear for long stretches like this? Thank you for your co-operation." she told him with a stern smile.
"Ah, well. I'm pretty sure 'e's overreactin' 'n stuff." He answered. "Your guys 'elped me out a fair few times, so, I ain't judgin'." He said with a gentle smile. He shrugged at her added sentiment. He wasn't the judgemental type and he as an employee of this so-called case of police brutality, knew how hard the man was to handle sometimes. If it wasn't his boss, he'd have smacked him in the face more then once. Well, maybe it was because his boss was under a lot of stress. Directing various work crews and stuff. He respected the man, ofcourse. But his general attitude could have an improvement. He was ready to admit that much.
"Anyone intent on killin' Kageyoshi-san?" He shook his head. "Not likely." He sighed slowly. "Well, the dude was homosexual." He looked back to his crew, still busy with opening containers and inspecting. "I ain't got no problems with it. He came 'n tell me one day." He looked back that the police woman. "He was 'fraid to let the other guys know. I ain't sayin' they've murdered him." He sighed slowly. "I can understand 'im. They the rough workin' types. He would've gotten some shit for it."
"He asked me I'd keep it from 'em. 'N I did." He grit his teeth. "Nope. Wasn't normal for 'im, that's why I called." He sighed. "I can't imagine anyone wanna hurt 'im. He was a tad silent, fo' sure. But he was kind, friendly 'n motivated fer his work."
Olive made no further comments about Raiden's boss, having let her disapproval be known, and not being the type to repeat herself. She didn't want to let her own feelings affect this interview, and it wasn't worth discussing the topic any further. She continued to record what Raiden said. No motives it seemed- though she'd have to come back once her good-for-nothing partner showed up. However Raiden went on- it seemed there was a potential motive for hate-crime. She'd have to run this through the database when she got back to the station, very very interesting. She wondered if there were any crimes that matched nearby?
"Hmm, okay that's good info, thanks." she told him. He seemed to be agitated at the death of his co-worker who seemed to be a friend. She grimaced at him. This was always the hardest part for Olive. Olive who was usually bright and bubbly and cheery. Letting people know their family, their friends, their loved ones had died. It was the worst part of her job by far, and she bit back her own tears often, watching people mourn. "We'll do our utmost to catch the perpetrators." she said solemnly, promising all that she could. "In the meanti-" she was interrupted by the sudden sharp crackling of static punctuating the air. Perhaps Raiden would mistake it for Sonido- Olive, however, knew it to be her hipside radio.
"zzt Officer Durham, we need urgent backup over on Aoyagi Road!! pzzt"
The voice sounded panicked and she knew that her partner Yudai had been there- perhaps this was the reason for his tardiness. She reached down calmly to press the button on the radio before saying firmly to it: "I'll be there as soon as." and lifting her hand from the button. She turned to Raiden and nodded. "Thank you for your help. There will probably be someone else to come have a more firm inspection- just identify yourse-"
"zzt Olive hurry!!zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzBANG!zzzzpt" it was Yudai's voice, it sounded loud and clear before the static of the radio was punctuated by a gunshot. Her eyes went wide and without another word to Raiden, she turned face, and ran to her car, wrenching the door open and chucking her notepad and pen aside and putting her lights on. With a single last look around the foggy dock, she belted up, and accelerated away, putting on her lights when she reached the slightly busier roads of the city.
Post by RAIDEN SAITOU on Aug 11, 2015 19:16:19 GMT
He nodded. "No problem. I jus' wanna see the guy.. Or girl." He said, almost having made a mistake there. The criminal could be male or female. "Caught 'n trialed. I'll be offerin' full cooperation." He nodded as the woman answered with a promise that the police would do their best in catching the murderer. Murderers? He arched an eyebrow. Multiple people? He folded his arms, lookinh down on the sharp cracking. It was her radio, he saw that. But it sounded too much like a Sonido. He saw the woman replying calmly to the calls on her radio. He nodded as she thanked him, telling he'll be contacted. Ofcourse, he was a source of information. Not that he minded. The shot resounded through her radio. Raiden didn't seem to have any kind of frightened reaction due to it, merely arching an eyebrow. He was a man used to combat, a substitute shinigami whom had a lot more combat experience then the entire police force combined. However, Olive did not know this. And this might've been suspicious.
The woman had already turned around, dashing for her car and leaving. The instant she started her vehicle, Raiden dropped to the ground, to the untrained eye, it seemed like he just fainted. To those able to see spiritual beings, a soul ascended from the body, using his own physical chest to accelerate and dissappear in the air, only followed by the sound of flakkering clothes. The soul was clad in a pitch black kimono, his left arm completely armored and bandaged. An enourmous blade on his back.
Raiden was stood still on a house in Aoyagi road, merely observing the scene. Raiden sighed slowly. Seems like the static of the woman's radio was actual static and not Sonido. Still, he'd keep a watchful eye out.
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