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JH: Good Morning, I'm James Heddon.
KC: And I'm Kate Cooper.
JH: The news at the top of the hour, President Powell condemns the bombing of Fort Bush as "criminality of the highest order". When quizzed about his recent inactivity regarding the crisis, the President had this to say.
*Cut to VT of President Powell giving address*
PP: Because I chose to act before making this speech, it seems some accuse me of failing my people. This could not be further from the truth. Instead of pontificating around this pulpit, I have been in talks with my chiefs of staff, the CEO of LPI Incorporated and CEO's of every corporation that headquarters in Liberty. These talks were aimed at drafting new resolutions towards preventing such a large scale attack on any station or habitat within Liberty's borders.
That said, the capture of the individual, or individuals responsible for this savage attack is a top priority, after ensuring that the families of the deceased are properly looked after in this, their time of need.
KC: President Powell's approval rating increased in light of this speech, climbing to it's highest in his entire term of office. He left the press conference with these words
*Cut to VT*
PP: At this time it is unclear as to who the culprits may have been, but some evidence suggests the destructive device may have been Rheinland in origin. Such cannot be confirmed at this time, but rest assured the best forensic minds are working on unravelling this mystery.
JH: And now...
*End tape*
President Powell looked pleased, he'd come off as caring yet hard. He called the CEO of the LPI in.
"Mr. Chairman, what I have to say is fairly simple, don't question it, just do as I say, am I suitably clear?"
The Chairman looked flustered, nervous even.
"Yes Mr. President, sir."
Powell smiled and nodded, just once.
"Excellent. In short I do not want to hear this is the work of some madman, organised forces are at work here, regardless of the seemings. I suspect Rheinland is to blame for this, ultimately. It would not surprise me to find their subtle machinations behind the whole thing, no?"
"Ah, at the moment sir, the evidence suggests..."
Powell sighed, "I see, let me make this abundantly clear to you, Rheinland has a hand in this. Make sure the evidence supports this."
The Chairman looked further flustered, "Yes sir. As you say sir."
Saint Del is considered a holy healer of diseases of children, but also as a protector of cattle.
Fred attempted to contact the Chief, but the handset told him that the Chiefs comms was in conference mode. He then walked up to the security check point, pushed himself in the front of the line to the disgruntlement of the others, then as the lazy officers in charge refused to hurry up, ran through anyway. There were a few half-arsed cries of "Halt!", but Fred knew the Chief's signature, and nobody wanted to risk a promotion.
He began to jog to the Chief's office, some of the replacement officers watching in fascination as they saw a full time LPI officer fit enough to run more than five yards.
Fredro walks the corridor of the large loading and unloading bays of Fort Bush. Looking out into the vast emptiness of space, such a nice view of Manhattan here, as he always thought. Then an explosion, he was cast to the edge of the station. The station rips apart and he is dragged out of Fort Bush by the vacuum of space. Drifting and looking back, as Fellow officers and other civilians are ripped from the fort. he then freezes.
He then wakes up. Fredro had a dream he was there. Sweat ran down his face as he got up out of bed and ran to the bathroom to freshen up. After his shower and other hygiene needs were completed he went into his front room and noticed he had a call from the Chief. He leans over and plays the message
"FREDRO!!! Gets to the Leavenworth now! i need you here!, Oh, and bring some fresh coffee and donuts, I'm hungry."
He gets in his hover car and rolls down to the Manhattan station and pops in his liberator. Stopping at Sunbucks on his way out. Undocking and taking the long lane jump to Fort Bush, he docks with it and begins to look for the Chief.
Captain O'Brian and Deputy Chief Agathon walked into the Chief's office, and behind them the rest he had summoned walked in. Fred Hamilton was last, and he closed the door softly behind him. They all stood in front of the Chief, a little surprised that so many people had been summoned at once. He looked them over once without saying a word. Then...
"I just got word from the CEO," he began slowly, "that the public result of our investigation is to indict Rheinland."
No one looked confused once Myers added, "This is straight from The Man hisself."
"Now, what I want from you lot is some work. Claire," he indicated the only female officer in the room, "your job is to supervise our build-up of security in every one of our bases, especially Huntsville and Sugarland. Don't wanna risk some maniac blowing open our prison stations next. You're dismissed."
She exited the room hastily, surprised at her rapid assignment. He regarded the rest of them. Next, it was Hamilton's turn.
"FRED! I wanna message bounced off so many relay stations that if someone checks, it was sent by Slypheed, Jack Tar, and friggin' Moriarty all at the gorramn same time," he said, listing off the three biggest-profile criminals in Liberty.
"Yes sah!" Fred said, then looked bewildered. "Where to, sah?"
"Omicron Minor."
His eyes widened slightly. "Sah?"
"DON'T QUESTION ME, DO IT!"
Hamilton quickly and wisely ran from the room to his desk computer.
The three men still standing were suddenly looking as if they wished they were somewhere else. O'Brian was targeted next.
"O'BRIAN," the Chief snapped. The man jumped, hastily checking to make sure the Chief's eyelids weren't twitching. "I want to see some new flatfoots on the beat YESTERDAY! Do whatever it takes, but I want me double the men we lost! NOW! Oh, and get Marx's lazy arse back on the force."
A slew of 'yes sahs' came as he ran from the room. Karl and Fredro were obviously just about ready to wet themselves. The Chief looked calm as he asked nonchalantly, "How would you two like to play spy?"
*aboard the Blood Wolves destroyer, DireWolf Finn sits digesting the lies he witness pouring from the so called President of Liberty's mouth. Looking over at the ships 1st officer.
"What a load of crap, the rheinnies had nothing to do with that..."
1st officer: "Sir?"
"We know who did it, now. and he ain't no Rheinny! This one is home grown... Contact the Wolves, its time to gather."
Meanwhile, a figure shrouded in a trench coat and crumpled fedora walked into Rochester's bar. He checked his sidearm at the bouncer with the door, and walked up to the counter. Heads turned to trace the passage of a man everyone hated, but no one was stupid enough to try anything in the bar itself. Frank Quinn fully expected to be followed out by no less than five guys. His right hand, in the pocket of his trench coat, flexed around the ceramic knucklers he had stashed there. Not standard issue, but great for brawls.
The barkeep, a politician in his early sixties, regarded the detective with a level gaze. "Wut c'n Ah git fer ya, flatfoot?"
"Liberty Ale, and some information," he replied, the usual order when he came by. They were really good friends, but they had to keep up appearances in front of everyone else.
He dropped a misty-looking glass on the counter and pulled out a bottle, pouring the dark liquid slowly. "Sos," he began, "you'd be here 'bout the bombin'? It's tha talk o' tha bar."
Frank nodded once. "What can you tell me," he asked, taking a sip which was paired with a grimace.
"Nothin' much. Ever' one sayin' they'd like ta buy tha crazy mofo that di' it a drink, but... nothin' as you'd be interested in."
Frank, rather disappointed, downed the rest of his drink, paid his bill, and got up to leave. Seven men scraped their chairs back at the same time. This was gonna be interesting.
Hull OBrian was heading back to Fort Bush, thinking over what he just heard.
Implicate Rhineland? Why? Does the liberty government know something we dont? Had the LSF turned up something new, and is that where they had been all this time?
He turned his thoughts to his two new assignments; neither was going to be easy. One was to get new recruits into the LPI and the second. the second was not going to be easy at all.
Find former LPI Sergeant Marx Myers and bring her back on active duty. All anyone knows is that a few days before the Fort Bush bombing, she had quit the force and left. She hadnt even cleaned out her cubicle. All she left was a note on the Chiefs door that said I quit. Rumors were rife as to why she had left, the wildest one was that she was going pro on the Sirius Ultimate Fighting circuit.
Guess I should swing by her cube and see what I can find there.
Formerly known as LPI Police Chief Hull O'Brien.
Creator of Sgt. V. Price, 207th Precinct out of Chula Vista Station
Greetings LSF Agent Hansen has been assigned to help you investigation about recent events. LSF Agent Hansen has all the data that Agent Garmen had. LSF feels that pointing the finger without any shred of evidence is a waste of time. Agent Hansen will contact you soon.
Hospital Wing, Springfield Station, Illinois System
Andrea decided she'd best let the Chief know what was going on. She recorded a video message to Myers.
"Chief, this is Sergeant Berkeley. I've been watching the news from here in Illinois. I busted my leg something shocking a few weeks back, but if there's anything I can do from here, let me know. Otherwise, I should be out of traction soon. Hopefully..." She winced as her leg moved slightly. "I've got pretty much all of Springfield at my beck and call right now, so... give me a call if you need me to do anything. Berkeley out." She hit the Send button and lay back, turning on the holo-viewer to watch A Summer On Stuttgart for the forty-fifth time in the past few weeks.
The Chief listened to Andrea Berkely's message, then a light went off. He returned a message with instructions to let leak that the LPI's preliminary investigation seemed to indicate Rheinland.
That should hit the press in no time, and lather 'em up to boot, thought the Chief, smiling to himself as he kicked back in his chair and took a sip from his coffee.
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