Blood in the snow

[Edzilla]

"The president is irrelevant now, he's an emotional wreck who couldn't handle the situation and is now paniccing in his bunker.." He turned to Dash, "that's not to leave this room." Unfortunately for them it had, an somewhere a criminal was smiling.
"You should get to know each other, there's a lounge down the hall, follow me." He showed them out and then walked shortly down the hall before opening a windowed door to a classic lounge. Dark book cases and rich wooden sofas lined with velvet green. He walked over to a transparent fridge, pulled out a bottle of scotch, and poured into two short glasses with ice, "you guys enjoy , we'll give you ten minutes then you need to move, we currently have no leads but were working on it." He slammed the door, apparently busy and under a lot of stress. The two were left in the neatly furnished room, two glasses of scotch lay on a table, made of the same mahogany as Marks desk.

[Esiphas]

Jack took the First Glass, And sniffed it gently to check it wasnt poisoned. After confirming so, He took a small sip, then sighed. "Good to meeet you, Blackjack. Call me Jack, or Dash, whichever you like. Glad to have you on-board. I would say I was looking forward to this case... But Im not really. Murder is serious, not some Childs game, to be littered with Clues and music. Death should be Quick..." He shook.his head, then Downed his Scotch. "Still, I havent been a Killer for some time now. Hopefully l'll be as useful as you all seem to hope I'll be." Jack smiled, Putting the Glass in the seat and sitting down. "What are yoyr thoyghts on the Kille?"

[The ranger]

Yuri took his flask out and took a swig "so im famouse in other countrys as well. Ok deal you will provide me with anything i ask for, the 3 million in cash." He rubed his brow and sighs . "ok im in i need a AK74-u red dot sight 50 extended mags a silincer and tactial grip light and laser, c4 some thermite grenades smoke grenades and tear gass, I want my makarove and desert eagle back, the strongest fastest unmarked vehical you have." he made his demands takeing another swig placeing it back in his coat. " all i have to ask now is what do ypu want him alive for, and what if anyone gets in my way?" he asked putting his hand out to the man

[Edzilla]

"Juan, take his list and go down to the armoury, we have ourselves a new associate." He barked something is Spanish to the other guard in the room who left promptly. Domico then reached down into a draw again and pulled out some car keys ,"it's in garage B, it's spare so don't worry about damages." Yuri could see the Mercedes symbol on the keys. "Is an S class so it drives fairly fast, we also did a bit of reinforcing, the glass is bullet proof.... It should work." At the last questions he smirked as Juan returned with a care in his hands, presumably full of weapons an ammo. "We get paid more if he's alive, the US wants him executed live... And if someone gets in your way, deal with them, no one will notice a few murders among this chaos." He took a small drink of vodka from his glass, showing distaste, evidently not a vodka person. "I'd get a move on, there are many assassins after him, he's not getting caught by standing around here..."

[mantisstalker]

(ooc- I fall asleep for one night and you start without me? unbelievable.)

Zack jerked awake with a snort and quickly looked around the room for the origin of the disturbance. The room was small and at the moment plunged in darkness, he could just make out the two chairs on the other side of his desk, but other than that a and a couple of filing cabinets the room was bare. He leaned back into his chair with a groan and was just making to pull out his flask when he noticed his computer flashing. He stared at it for a few seconds before reaching across and opening a text document and typing into it, "Do you mind telling me why my anti-virus says there a hacker on here?". He knew he couldn't really do anything against being hacked, having little computer knowledge of his own, but he hoped that he might be able to scare them off. And if that didn't work he could always just yank the power cable...

[Tyamius, Shadow Lord]

"Scotch...not my taste..." Tim said reaching into his jacket and pulling out a flask. He looked like hell compared to this guy who was dressed to impress fresh out of prison. Tim was dressed in a leather jacket, combat boots, jeans, and a white undershirt he looked fresh of the streets and probably smelled like the inside of the pub. He kept judging unknowing of what the brit thought of his attire.

"I don't know I've been off duty for a while now but they called me into watch you. I know your game well enough I guess, I traveled a lot when I was growing up and freelanced for 6 years before I came over and the CIA nabbed me to a seal team." He took a sip from his drink stretching to reveal subtly he was armed, "Want some whiskey? Homebrewed (please do not swear) the irish way!"

[Yuno]

(I doubt antivirus would detect her, but I'm running with it.....)


Rei sat at her desk in a band t-shirt and panties having already called work to take off after giving a tearful performance. The First Lady and Joe had been killed the same night and both had music boxes there. She found the songs and reset her program to running. She remoted back to her work computer and realized that someone was trying to get in the way of one of her journalist hacks. She grinned leaning forward and cracking her neck as she began to furiously type a code into the system that would allow her directly onto his computer. Why be sneaky when you could just kick in the front door.

Zach watched as his browser opened and his email account was pulled up. Despite his best attempts to close it he found himself locked out only able to watch as his email opened after several attempts at cracking it. He watched a new email open as words appeared before him.

"Whoopsie. Left this running last night. You weren't supposed to see this. Thanks for the intel. Seeing as I've held up your morning work Zachary, I will give you a few tips about what the other networks are covering in the attachments. Pleasure trading! Get a better password!
Love, SecondImpact" With a flourish and several documents linked he watched the mouse click to send it to him. And then he found control returned.

Rei stood up grinning to herself as she closed out all her hacks and left the program on music running. She got in the shower for real this time and hummed the killers latest tune as she scrubbed. She dressed wearing a Hynuna shirt and black skinny jeans. She placed her laptop and tablet in her tote and pulled on her black hoodie and pulling her dog by the leash with her. They jogged along together as she found the location of the latest murder on her phone. The police had long since cleared out....too bad something couldn't leave a technological foot print, or could it? When she reached the position she pulled out her tablet checking the exact coordinates and saving them. She then moved along her fingers already flying as she found every major internet and cellphone tower/provider in the area. It was a lot, but it was a start. Cracking into them was easy enough. She'd hit harder than this and her time in prison had only given her time to think of new ways of breaking and entering. She set a find program to work cross referencing the time of death with the location of longitude and latitude to find anything that had been in the area at that time she closed her tablet headed for a bar. It was a bit early, but she was going to need a drink before she started poking around the other locations.
She walked in flashing a fake id and choosing a place in the corner. Pleased to find they had saki she sat drinking and looking at her music breakdown.

[mantisstalker]

(ooc- was kinda hoping you would ask about the anti virus, but o well.)

Zack's frown melted into a slight grin as he read the contents of the files "SecondImpact" had sent. He had been yet again down on his luck with this case and this was the first real break through he had had in months. It turns out that a bloke called Joe had been killed the same day of the first lady, but for some reason hadn't appeared on the news. Odd...But reading on he found the police report on the case and quickly found the guys address and by the look of it the police hadn't bothered to check it since it was in a bad area. The same one he lived in to be exact, not a few blocks away. "Maybe my luck's beginning to pick up." As he said that the hum of the heater sputtered and died. He glanced at the snow building on the window. "Scratch that" he muttered standing up.

Zack quickly dumped the files onto a USB while he put on his coat and hat. After that was done he yanked the device and deleted the file from his hard drive (he knew they where illegal), and then for good measure pulled the computers power cord to stop further snooping. He then reached down to the bottom draw of his desk and pulled out his revolver and quickly pocketed it and some extra ammo before closing the draw and striding over to the door. Just as he was about to open it he suddenly stopped and quickly made his way over to the desk again. He snatched up a battered picture of a smiling women and carefully put it in his inside pocket before moving on.

After making sure the door was locked and his keys where hooked to the chain inside his coat (he had a habit of losing them) he made his way out of the apartment building and headed up the street. It only took him a few minutes to get to the victims place but by the look of the shabby looking door it wouldn't be hard to get into. After a quick glance around to make sure no one was watching Zack crouched down and started to work on picking the lock.

[Esiphas]

Ooc- What? Jack.died? . I think you'll find it was Joe, Mantis.

Ic- Jack smiled. "Of course. Im a criminal. They wouldnt.let me walk around unattended, would they." He stooTim.d up, And offered his empty glass to Tim, before saying "How can I refuse Irish Whiskey? Best of the best." After Tim poured dome in his glass, He walked over to ghe door and Examined it, Making sure there was no-one listening in. After making sure of that, He turned to Tim. "We will need some help on this one. I've read some police files, And theres a lkw-mind priority target, A hacker. She might be handy. Also, Having police support might help. We'll also neeed a veichle, and Its my belief we may nesd gas masks. The killer left a box with a song about about Hallucenogenics, and we dong want to be breathing any of that (please do not swear) in."

[Edzilla]

The speech had come at 14:00 in New York, by now it was passed 10:00 in Dallas, the winter dark was only illuminated by the yellow hazy street lamps, they were all Shells chief executive could follow home, what a shame that he had decided to walk. The street was entirely empty, but with the whole country watching for the Rhythm, he assumed common crime was going down. The 3 men who stood in the alley way, members of a Saudi Arabian oil company, begged to differ. He was not given a chance to run, they came from the darkness of an alley and began to systematically beat him. How two corporations so high in this world could resort to intimidation was confusing, but it had happened and now the executive was left, barely conscious, with 3 fractures in his right leg. Agonisingly he pulled out his cell phone and began to call 911, each number a incredible effort. When he finally managed to spit out 'ambulance' it came with blood, which stained his Armani.
When it arrived, he was met by two paramedics, ones face covered by a surgical mask and one slightly younger than the other. "What a mess, how a human meaning could do this to another is such a shame, at least it won't be fatal..." He younger simply nodded. They pulled him onto a stretcher and then into the ambulance, the older of the two getting into the front to drive, the younger staying in the back with the casualty. The police arrived, there sirens replacing the silent night. At the same time, the ambulance left and started the ten minute ride to the hospital.

Inside the vehicle, all of the chief executives senses felt blurred, he could see and hear the youg paramedic, but he couldn't decipher a single word, or take a look his complexion. "Your injuries are not fatal, but sadly this will be, " he pulled out a piece of paper with little tabs on, each with a unique design. "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds... ever heard that song, not my favourite Beatles but it a decent song." He then turned over the piece of paper to reveal one very large,rainbow coloured tab. "One thousand times the concentration, it's a nice way to go..." He gently opened the mans jaw and placed the tab in his open mouth, then stood up to open the door, before pulling out one of his patented music boxes and laying it onto the seat he'd been sitting on, as well as writing a tiny note, leaving it with the box. With a small amount of grace he jumped it if the moving ambulance, rolling as he hit the free way.
The casualty was then to have the most intense and unusual experience of his life. As the drug began to take effect, he could feel the world just slow down, as if planet earth itself had slowed its trip round the sun for this man. Even more so, it fel like time had suddenly become some kind of perceivable element which could be tasted, felt and heard. Then the hallucinations began, a aqua blue butterfly, floated through the open ambulance door, it left a blue vapour trail, which seemed more like a florescent thread, tracing the butterflies movements. And in the wake of this butterfly the man percieved what has never been percieved before, impossible, yet he could see it right here in the ambulance. The beautiful creature had traced a square circle. The rest of the trip was indescribable with simple words.
Outside the paramedic ,who was now far from the siren of the ambulance, took a breath of the cool winter air. He took off his jacket, surgical gloves and mask before dropping a lighter on them, causing them to catch fire, destroying any evidence. He took a moment to feel the refreshing cold wind on his bare skin before pulling a shirt from his bag and putting it on before beginning the long walk down the empty road.
10 minutes later the man was found and pronounced dead, from LSD overdose, the music box confirming the perpatrator. A warning was immediately issued and very station showed it.


Far away, Rei's cell began to ring, a familiar number on the other end, it was who she worked for after all. "Hello.. Is this Rei? Hi Rei, we've got a minor issue, there's been another murder, everyone here refuses to go and report it. Anyway long story short we need you down in Dallas, say yes and well send a company car to pick you up, there's a lot in it for you."

The door opened to the lounge, Mark Thomas on the otherside. "You two are getting a plane immediately, there's been another, some oil giant.. Follow me." The two left the study and were escorted without a word to the Pentagons airstrip, a small but well furnished plane stood with its engines slowly running. Mark ushered them both on before a flight attendant closed the door and the plane took off. The suited man turned to them both ,"don't get too comfy, it's not a long trip."

[Yuno]

Rei paused considering her options but ultimately deciding that this was the best way to get more information on the killer. Still she needed some reassurance. "Listen, I'm not stupid, my company has nothing to do with reporting on incidents like this....I am not a reporter or a journalist....I will happily go with you to Dallas. But lets cut the pretense this is Google. Send a car to my house in an hour." with that she hung up and jogged the rest of the way home passing by the alley way Joe was murdered in and hearing a bing as one of her programs finished. She jiggled the handle to her door pushing it open with her foot as she responded to some texts from her family. Yuki came running in barking for all she was worth. Rei grinned as the two "talked" back in forth one in Japanese the other in dog. She grabbed a gym bag and tossed several changes of clothes into it and dropped other essential living items into it. She grabbed a leash for Yuki having no friends to give the dog to she simply decided that her Huskie and favorite pet would have to come along. If they didn't like it, they could find the other top hacker in the world to help them...if he was still working that was.

At precisely the hour mark she stood outside bags over her shoulder and leash in hand studying the results of her latest program. She studied the long list of numbers looking for a repeat but of the 30 there all were different. "Hmmm how could 30 people be at that spot the night Joe died." she considered it and then glanced at the spot on google maps again. She saved the list of numbers turning over to her music taste program that was comparing all the songs. It too had completed. It had it's best suggestion for the next song: Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds. She nodded grimly. Now to wait and see if that song appeared. The car pulled up and she quickly locked her tablet out as she had her phone and climbed into the car. She was alone for the time being in the backseat, if they didn't like Yuki being there they didn't say so. She waited for them to take her wherever they were going.

[The ranger]

They had to say no more. Yuri got up and walked out keys in hand as he walked past the man grabbed the guns and explosive and went to the garage finding the car, its good money and work. a job he loves, but he wasn't sure about the people. he started it, it wasn't something he would drive but it nice. he still didn't understand the murders or how they are connected. he turned the radio into a police scanner and searched for results. his tablet was converted into a tracking system so anyone who was looking for these basic things about the killer he could trace. as he took off he had a few more regrets about it but he didn't care. money is money and he may kill everyone that got in his way. he got one signal from some ipod someplace and traced it. years in the KGB are paying off he thought. as he took off to the last crime scene.

(slow down eh i just got off work T_T)

[Esiphas]

Jack relaxed on one of the seats of the Plane. "Im not.bothered how long the Trip is, Im going to sleep. I havent slept since I was woken up for my flight over." With that he closed his eyes, Breathed out, and was asleep. He remained perfectly Upright as he slept. It looked almost inhuman, But being xso.tall meant Jack had difficulty sleeping in beds, and had since learned how to sleep comfortably.in a Chair.

[Tyamius, Shadow Lord]

"Look at tha' sleppin upright ha." Tim said in a low tone waving over the attendant, "Bring me that bottle of whiskey behind the counter." He pulled out 20 dollars from his jacket pocket and watched the plane roll down the runway, past his motorcycle. "Damn they left my bike!" he yelled out the window startling Jack. "Sorry mate, that bikes all I got left." He looked at the security guards on the plane. "Hey get me a phone patched to boss man, its important!"

[mantisstalker]

Zack had been searching the apartment for nearly twenty minutes now and the most interesting things he had found where a set of erotic magnetizes, a small box of tablets and several rolls of money hidden in the mattress. He had put all of the items back in their respectable places after they had been examined, after all he was no petty thief. He was just about to leave the apartment cursing his luck when he spotted a computer out the corner of his eye, and deciding it couldn't hurt walked over and turned it on. when it was on he clicked on the only profile available and was surprised when it logged on not needing a password. Grinning he leaned forward and quickly opened the mans messenger and email. Zack scanned through the messages on both, finding nothing but several messages regarding work and talk of going to clubs but he did find one thing interesting. There was a person called Rei that the majority of the messages had been sent to, which Zack noted as a possible close friend, lover or boss. Just as he was about to turn the computer off a new email flashed onto the screen tilted important. Interested Zack opened the email and read its contents. It was a news letter from what he could make out as some sort of friend or relative inside the media or police, concerning the death of some oil giant. He noted the name before sending an email back to the sender telling them that Joe had died, since it looked like they didn't know yet.

After that Zack stood up to leave grabbing what looked like and address book and a key off the desk before moving to the door. He closed it behind him and locked it with the key which he slid under the door once he was done. He then set off back to his office, stopping on the way to buy some fast food to sustain himself. When he reached the office he quickly opened the door and sat down at the desk after locking the door behind him, and plugged the computer back in and booted it up. When it was online he opened up his email and shot a message to a friend he had back in Perth that still worked in the police department requesting a copy of the police report of the oil giants murder.

After he had sent the email Zack pulled out the address book and started to flick threw it. He quickly found the name he was after and picked up the phone on his desk and quickly dialed the number next to it. After a few rings he was taken to answering machine, showing the line was busy. He was greeted with a pleasant sounding Asian women's voice that told him she couldn't get to the phone and he should leave a message. When he heard the beep Zack said 'Hello Miss Rin'Sayuri. Sorry if I pronounced that wrong, but I'm a freelance detective and was wondering if you could answer a few questions concerning a Mister Joe Stoker. You are not obliged to if you don't want to as this is not a formal investigation. If you are willing you can contact me on this number or my email address [e-mail]. Thank you for your time and have a nice day.". With that he hung up and moved back to his computer doing some research into this oil giant as he waited for the police report.