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Second ish Day At Work

2012-05-29T10:00:20Z

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Well our first investigation kind of hit a dead end. No pun intended. I guess I understand why police people have a bit of a negative air about them. All the dead bodies and things that have been done to them. Yuch.

So we get some more information about the two Nazzadi from the CCTV footage. They show up at Otto's Loans with a large parcel wrapped up to hide it. Then they leave. Not much more than we already knew really.

We got some divers to investigate the flooded maintenance area. After one of them went missing they stopped searching. The poor diver was found washed up in the bay a couple of days later. So yes there is a link from the basement area to the sewers and hence to the sea. So the Deep One could have gained access that way.

Not much more we could do on that case though. The Deep Ones don't exactly walk about and chat to folk.

The Itochi gang attacks might make more sense now though. If the human agents of the Deep Ones were trying to get back their stolen property... To try and find out I get Drebin to liase with some people and we leave a message for any of the Itochi to get in touch about the Needler gun. They might be a little bit shy from talking to the NEG but you have to try. We need to keep a watch on the Deep Ones so any help would be great.

Meanwhile we then get a call from a hopital. Friday night and it is 4.55 pm. Almost all the real people have gone home. Our team is still hard at it. Well some, I guess. So when an emergancy call come in we are asked to go and investigate. This government work is OK but just sometimes...

Anyway, seems a child has been kidnapped from hospital. I mean what? So we go to the New Royal Hospital. We are met by the hospital staff who tell us that Edward Watson, son of Craig and <insert name here> has been kidnapped from the childrens ward. I go to investigate the ward fromk where the child was taken. Drebin ahd Aya check out the CCTV, John talks to the staff and OJ goes and interviews the parents. Now I know that I should not bad mouth another member of the team but the guy just likes to kill things. He talks to his gun when he thinks no one can hear him. He is almost as bad as some of the things we are suppose to stop. I mean...

Ahem. Sorry but I am trying to be a responsible occult scholar. Licensed to the NEG and playing by the rules. Fine. But then we get OJ dealing with people. A bad combination.

I have a look round the scene but there does not seem to be any negative energy in there.

The CCTV coverage shows the nurse Emily Downey watching over the child like some sort of guardian. She seems to be talking or debating with herself. Then she sort of snaps, picks up the child and runs out of the hospital. Of course braining the security guard with a large piece of equipment.

The other members of staff are helpful but there are few more details. Emily had been working at the hospital for a number of years. No sign of any mental issues or neurosies. She did seem to fixate on the child though. No one seemed to understand why though.

OJ talked to the parents. The child was in with enhanced TB. Not fatal if caught in time and it seemed they had. The parents had not noticed any real issues with the nurse. She seemed quite kind really. Nothing else they could add except that he was a miracle. Even OJ picked up on that. What did they mean? They explained that they had needed fertility treatment to conceive. A fabulous Dr. Philip Marsh had helped them. OJ relayed these details to us and we did a quick search for the good Dr. and his clinic.

After a little computer searching we found the address. But what to do? With two possible addresses to visit the answer was obvious, split the party. OJ, Drebin and myself went to the doctor's apartment. Aya and John went to the nurse's.

=Is the nurse here?=
We made as quick a trip as we could to her place. The long and the short of it the place was empty and looked as if no one really lived there. Empty cupboards and the place with the '''''empty''''' feel.
=Doctor in the house=
The trip to the doctors place was far more interesting. For a start when we got there the police had the place cordoned off. So not an auspicious start. The nurse had been seen entering the building but the damger was something to do with a firearm she had obtained. I.e. storming the building might get the little chap shot.

We had a good look round the outside but with no way of seeing into the apartment block Drebin decided to go in. I followed him at a distance. We got up to the correct floor and just as we were getting near to the front door we hear a shot ring out. I stayed well back as Drebin sneaked into the appartment. What he found was a little weird. The nurse had put a bullet through her own head. Not a pretty sight but why?

We have a good look round and find the suicide note. She said that she could not stop him. From what has happened we put two and two together and get four.
=Meanwhile=
Aya and John are making there way to the fertility clinic. The outside does not look to promising. A rather run down apartment block. It seems to be a totaly disused site. But more than that the whole area seems sort of cold? Or maybe slightly fishy?

The rest of us have realised we are in the wrong location rush to the clinic. Aya and John thank goodness don't try and enter the building before us. They put on their armour and are just about finished as we get there. A brief conversation about the situation and we all suit up and go in.

The gound floor entrance is not a pretty sight. The door seems to have been locked in the past but that was a long time ago and someone or thing has gained entrace fairly recently. The reception area is empty of everything except some wind bourne trash. There are a few consulting rooms off this area but empty as well. The stairs at the back lead but up and down. And this is were the strange damp really starts. The main reception area had a bit of a smell but as we went deeper into the building it just got worse.

Drebin went first and was shot at. OJ tried to be as sneaky but without success. He was shot in the shoulder as he tried to give support and covering fire.

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First Day At Work

2012-05-09T09:06:30Z

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Well, what with winding down the old business and doing the basic training the NEG give you I was knackered. It was pretty much a relief to actually start work. I knew it was not going to be a picnic but I had high hopes.

I guess a little background might help make more sense of this. One of the [[NEG]] operatives [[Johansen Bartlette]] had been doing something out in the Badlands and met an RPG (Rocket Propelled Grenade) coming the other way. Then he got shot up so bad that he is very, very lucky to be still drawing breath. The team was almost wiped out but they managed to get their two casualties out. The living tree, people stitched together into an elder horror creature, escaped. They did manage to shoot one of the priests in the head and stop some summoning something but not without a little bit of trouble. Hence '''me''' being here.

I showed up a little bit early. I know, too keen but I just can't help it.

And then the test of them showed up. Well what can I say. A very mixed bunch. A Nazzadi with loads of clan tattoos. Drebin, I think he said his name was. A rather odious human who was constantly fondling his gun, OJ Simpson. More of him later. A total soldier, <insert name here>, his jeans were ironed with a perfect crease. Weird. And [[Aya Brea]] a slightly intense human woman. She looked hot and by that I mean she seemed just a tad warmer than the room. Not quite sure what her story is. Maybe she will tell me?

So all in all a pretty unusual bunch. I think the government is starting to get desperate. Just my thoughts but with this load? What other conclusion can you draw? Exactly.

So we are then met by [[Agent Smith]] our liason officer. He told us that a couple of Nazzadi have been found killed in the Leith arcology. The really strange bit is that one of the Nazzadi has got Aya's phone number as the last call dialed. Now that is very strange. She claimed to now know who they were but there was a hint she was not being 100% honest with us. Agent Smith then told us to go and find out exactly what had happened. He also mentioned that the Hitachi gang had some of the it's safe houses blown away. Just guns and things no occult horrors but still.

Aya called the police officers who had contacted the HUB to find out where they were. She still seemed very confused as to why they ''knew'' her. With a location we trooped out in the [[Saracen]] people carrier thing. Like a very slightly armoured truck. But with most of the armour missing. I heard tell that the last vehicle they had met with an RPG in a bad way. I think they should try to avoid doing things like that. But maybe it was unavoidable. I digress.

We reached the Leith arcology and met with the police people that Aya had called from the [[The Basement]]. We met Donaldson and <insert name here> and they explained the situation. Two Nazzadi had been found stuffed into some underground pipes. The locals had realised something was wrong when the street got so very badly flooded. I mean I had seen the rain but this street was unbelievable. And this was after the majority of the water had drained away. The officers showed us the Peek with Aya's number on it. She did not seem any the wiser as to why either of the Nazzadi would be trying to call her.

Aya and I decided to look at the bodies. OJ Simpson, Drebin and John decided that getting wet in the sewer system seemed like a good idea. Whatever.

The bodies had simply been beaten up to death. But the hands and feet seemed to have been struck with super human strength which had shattered the bones there. Yuck. The torsos had been used as punching bags and almost all of the peoples ribs had been broken. Whatever did this was very strong. Way beyond human. We took pictures of the bodies and started the face matching process. The detectives has their names we just needed to see if we could find them.

In the sewers OJ found a little ticket stuck to the side of the tunnel way with blood. It was a counter stub to a place called, Otto's Loans. A fairly clear thumb print was also on the ticket. Once we got back to the hub we could investigate the print some more.

The detectives had done a little digging into the two gangers, Marley and Monroe. Turns out that they were [[Itochi]] gang members. So maybe not the nicest people in the world but not the worst either.

We finished up our crime scene investigation. I mean there is only so much time you can spend sensiblby desecrating corpses. (And retain any sanity. Ahem.)

Before we went over to Otto's Loans we did a quick search to see what the deal was with him. Real name Reginald Marsh, been caught dealing with stolen goods in the past but not a real terror.

We arrive at the place and the roller shutters are still down. OJ wants to blast a hole in them but I thougth maybe the local acrology security guards might have a way we can get in. I go and speak to the guard and there is a back entrance through the fire escape passageways. He lets me in and then he and John go and start looking at the security feeds from the CCTV.

Aya and I are slowly entering the shop via the back door when we hear a slight ticking noise. Unfortunately the sounds we are making as we try and ''''sneak'''' our way in are a bit load. Drebin is not too impressed. He is like a ghost, gliding through the shelves. Ha, whatever. One of us hits the light switch which kind of draws us to the thing hanging from the ceiling. What a gory mess. It seems that Mr Marsh is no longer with us. He had been slashed like the death of a thousand cuts. Not a pretty sight. I feel a little weak at the kness but otherwise fine.

I called the police but of course we needed to investigate the crime scene. The body. Well it had been tied in a manner very similar to the two Nazzadi. The wrists had the same sort of bruises and abrasions consistent with being tied up. There were also burn marks on Marsh's body. Some wires and electrical equipment had been used to do a full torture routine on Marsh.

We all came in and had a good look round. The computer system that Marsh used was in the back of the shop and with a little effort we found the item that Marley and Monroe had brought in and sold. My blood ran like ice through my viens. A bloody Deep One needler gun. Visions of my old professor from college went spinning through my mind. What was going on? The only part of the shop that showed any sign of tampering was one cabinet. The number of the item matched that of the gun the two Nazzadi had sold. The trouble was the door had been simply ripped off it's hinges. We had found all the keys but whatever had come looking for the gun was strong enough to open the cabinet with it's bear hands. My hands kind of shook when I realised that a Deep One had been in the shop.

Sharp eyed OJ spotted a single finger print on the door to the cabinet. Appart from that the scene was clinically clean. Appart from the blood and evicera from the body. Ulp.

There was not much else to see in the shop so we tried to work out how the Deep One had gained access. The heavy rains from the Rapine Storm had put so much water into the system that the maintenance area was over a meter deep in water. Drebin and OJ had a quick swim but the sheer size of the area and the coldness of the water prevented any real investigation.

So we went back to the The Basement and ran the two Nazzadi through the computer. They were there but nothing really flags up until we try and investigate, Marley. His file is restricted access. The others chicken out and I am landed with going to Agent Smith to ask if we can have access to the file. He asks us to give him five minutes. On the dot of five minutes the file is cleared so that we can see it. Turns out that Marley is a deep cover government opperative. Very weird. But this might explain why he had Aya's number. She will not confirm or deny anything but there is a look on her face. She knew something.

The ticket with the fingerprint was put into the computer. It matched the one found at the crime scene. How about that? The computer also found a match to an open crime report. We had to go and search through the paper(!?!?!) records to find it. So that is an old case. In fact almost one hundred years old. Deep Ones can live ''quite'' a long time.

The old case dealt with a Frank Marsh who disappeared from his home and about the only thing found was a single finger print. The same as ours. Hmm. The same Deep One?

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2012-05-09T09:06:03Z

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Pierre McFalloch

2012-04-30T13:05:01Z

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=Background=
==Education==
There are other places less well known that people go to try and find out what they are good at and how bext to approach such things. Pierre studied at one of the smaller and less open polytechnics. With it's specialisation is the occult arts and how to use them Fettes college might have been a strange choice but it suited Pierre.
==Goals==
Well the big bad world was just that. Big and bad. After having tried to run his own business Pierre has decided that the easier path is to work for the government. This is not such a bad thing. As a licensed occult scholar he had to go through some rigorous tests already. So being part of the main control structure should make it easy to get access to materials and maybe the odd spell.

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Johansen Bartlette

2012-04-30T12:57:31Z

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=Background=
==Education==
Attended the best university that currently exists, Edinburgh. A pity that there really is very little other choice.
==Goals==
To try and understand more of how this wierd D-Tech really works. Unexaustable power? But at what real cost? They say it is a perfect source of power but ''they'' won't tell you how it works. Oh, no.

Driven by the educational extablishment to be the best he could be but not necessarily at what the NEG would want. This has caused him some problems. Being a part of the team seemed like such a good idea. But sadly it has not always worked for the best.

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User:David

2012-01-27T10:05:38Z

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