Voda Vosa
First Post
British Secret Service Headquarters
“Nonsense, we will try all these hypothesis of yours when we arrive to the quarters. And by We I mean You. Try calling to the central police station first, perhaps they have some information about the local happenings that could sheer some light over this mystery.” Replied T.
The trip was short, and both men were in the headquarters quickly.
With Ben in his thoughts, Percy decided to start researching further on this case.
He searched the operator of New York and made the call. The operator communicated him with the police central. After a moment, a man answered the phone. “Officer Miles here, I’m sorry but we are having an emergency, what is that you wish?”
Percy could not avoid frowning. He asked to speak to the chief agent. “Alright… I’ll have him on the phone in a minute.”
After a minute, Percy hears a man taking the phone…
New York Police Station
The two cars drive towards the Police station. As they reach there, they can see a commotion in the place, an ambulance parked hastily outside, several reporters and media people trying to get in, and stopped effectively by policemen at the entrance. One of them seems happy to spot Jasper as he walks nearby.
“Jasper! Get in quickly!” he exhorts. Worriedly the group gets into the station. Chaos made a nest in this place. People coming and going franatically, shouts, ect…
Charleston frowned. “This doesn’t look good…” he mutters under his breath.
One of the agents coming spots Jasper and approaches “Alefning was shot today while you were away. The paramedics are trying to stabilize him, but at the moment they seem to be having a hard time. Fred shot him, can you believe it? Then he shot himself!” Jasper’s world stopped right there, his heart’s beats sounded like a Wong inside of him. Charleston Jasper George and Vincent rushed to Alefning’s office, and find the man lying on a pool of his own blood. Fred’s corpse is also there, his gaze fixed on the wall, and a small hole in his forehead.
Mark Alefning is unconscious, and bleeding from the wound in the chest, as the paramedics try to stabilize him. “We are loosing him!” urges one of them, as the one tries to stop the bleeding and the others perform respiratory assistance.
“Time to do your magic doctor.” Says Charleston to George, without taking his eyes from Alefning.
At that moment, an officer comes in. “There’s a call from the British secret service; Jasper, you are the lead agent for now, you should take this.”
OOC: Sorry for the delay guys, I'm having a lot going on lately.
“Nonsense, we will try all these hypothesis of yours when we arrive to the quarters. And by We I mean You. Try calling to the central police station first, perhaps they have some information about the local happenings that could sheer some light over this mystery.” Replied T.
The trip was short, and both men were in the headquarters quickly.
With Ben in his thoughts, Percy decided to start researching further on this case.
He searched the operator of New York and made the call. The operator communicated him with the police central. After a moment, a man answered the phone. “Officer Miles here, I’m sorry but we are having an emergency, what is that you wish?”
Percy could not avoid frowning. He asked to speak to the chief agent. “Alright… I’ll have him on the phone in a minute.”
After a minute, Percy hears a man taking the phone…
New York Police Station
The two cars drive towards the Police station. As they reach there, they can see a commotion in the place, an ambulance parked hastily outside, several reporters and media people trying to get in, and stopped effectively by policemen at the entrance. One of them seems happy to spot Jasper as he walks nearby.
“Jasper! Get in quickly!” he exhorts. Worriedly the group gets into the station. Chaos made a nest in this place. People coming and going franatically, shouts, ect…
Charleston frowned. “This doesn’t look good…” he mutters under his breath.
One of the agents coming spots Jasper and approaches “Alefning was shot today while you were away. The paramedics are trying to stabilize him, but at the moment they seem to be having a hard time. Fred shot him, can you believe it? Then he shot himself!” Jasper’s world stopped right there, his heart’s beats sounded like a Wong inside of him. Charleston Jasper George and Vincent rushed to Alefning’s office, and find the man lying on a pool of his own blood. Fred’s corpse is also there, his gaze fixed on the wall, and a small hole in his forehead.
Mark Alefning is unconscious, and bleeding from the wound in the chest, as the paramedics try to stabilize him. “We are loosing him!” urges one of them, as the one tries to stop the bleeding and the others perform respiratory assistance.
“Time to do your magic doctor.” Says Charleston to George, without taking his eyes from Alefning.
At that moment, an officer comes in. “There’s a call from the British secret service; Jasper, you are the lead agent for now, you should take this.”
OOC: Sorry for the delay guys, I'm having a lot going on lately.