First Blood

[Bucket]

When she arrived on the scene it was already cordoned by yellow police tape lined with curious civilians from a broad spectrum of economic stated. Christine was greeted with abrupt salutes as she stepped out of the car, and an officer walked over to give her some details as she moved towards the body, which was face-down in a pool of dried blood. "The guy is Jonathan Wales, middle aged, drug abuser. Looks like he was killed in a fight over some drugs, but we can't find any traces of the stuff. One of the Forensics guys says that autopsy could tell us more about what we're dealing with, but for now we have no clue."

Chief Namira looked over the scene with an air of cool experience. She had seen this setup before. "Are there any witnesses? Did anyone in the crowd see anything? Try to find who called this case in and get some answers out of them," Christine ordered, scanning the assembled mass of bodies beyond the yellow line. The muted rumble of hushed discussion filled the air, and Christine was confident that somewhere within the storm there were answers.

[Chess]

Getting into the police station was rather easy, really. The hardest part was sneaking himself into the uniform and snagging a couple extra his size, but the rest was very easy. No one recognized him from his arrest and they seemed to think he was simply the new guy. He fit right into the police station and even got a tour of it. Before long, he'd know the entire building better than the back of his hand. The information would be good to sell, if he ever needed to. He had been talking to another man over a cup of coffee when this woman - the chief - had walked up to him. He was surprised: had she recognized him? Of course not. She was taking him to investigate a crime scene.

And here he was, looking it over. He had carefully pushed his way through the group of civilians and under the yellow police tape. He stared at the scene, listening to the run down given to the chief. He could feel his hand almost instinctively moving to his jaw, rubbing it in thought. He stared thoughtfully down at the body, thinking to himself how Yvonne might be able to uncover something if he asked her nice enough, but he wasn't sure he wanted the police onto the underworld. At least, not yet. They proved no threat to him.

He broke his stare from the body and looked to Christine as she ordered her men to find the person who called the case in and to get some answers. He played along and started to talk to the civilians in the group, but met nothing but, "no, I don't know anything," or, "what happened? Was someone killed?" generic answers. When he got the chance, he would glance and look at Miss Police Chief Christine Namira, judging her and sizing her up. She was beautiful, yes, but that did not matter very much to Alois. He wanted to know how much of a threat she was. As long as he played his part as a policeman, he was sure he would be okay.