Post by Archaix on May 24, 2008 14:33:04 GMT -5
It's back, bitches!
The waves, pushed by the sweet pacific breeze, calmly swept the beach. It picked up the leaves of palm trees as it did so, enveloped large stones set into the sun-kissed sand, and stole the mojito sitting beside a deckchair. In the deckchair, snoozing comfortably in the early afternoon sun, was Dutch Europol officer Kardas Kardas.
His cellphone woke him up to the tune of 'Girls Just Wanna Have Fun'.
"I'm working on it sir!" He replied grogilly, but without opening his eyes.
"It's Constable Silvado. I haven't got time for the case right now, Inspector. I'm calling to inform you that your former colleague, Inspector Debro, has just been made Chief Inspector of Kroppenheim."
"What? He's the Chief Inspector? What happened to the old one?"
"Horatio Archaix? I'm afraid public opinion went against him following that video the press released last month?"
"They didn't buy his defence statement?"
"No. Nor did the jury, either."
"Hmm. Looks like 'surprise sex' equals 'rape' after all, then."
"Indeed. Anyway, just thought I'd let you know."
"Thanks. I'll congratulate him as soon as I get to the bottom of this case," He grasped around blindly for his mojito. "I just can't seem to find it..."
"I'm sure the stolen weapons will turn up."
"Uh, yeah," His hand clapped the ground in several places. "Why do these things go missing inexplicably?"
"Probably criminal activity stealing from police depots again. I'm sure you'll find them. What should I tell the press?"
"Maybe a crab took it..." There was several moments of silence.
"I have to go. Good luck." Silvado hung up.
Kardas had been on the island of Moch for two weeks now, and appeared to be getting no closer to finding the criminal element that stole the weapons from the local police depot. He was beginning to doubt his methodology; he usually woke up at 10am, ate, drank, slept on the beach until 2, asked whoever he saw whether they'd got the weapons, ate, then drank, then slept. But it was useless; the criminals seemed to be getting more elusive by the day. And now with news of his friend's promotion, he was getting more and more desperate for answers.
The next day he awoke at the usual time in his hotel bedroom, and waded through bottles of cheap beer to his bathroom for the morning clean. Then he took the morning papers with his breakfast out on the veranda, and managed to prevent himself from reading the bacon and eating the Moch Gazette this time. He had great hopes for tomorrow, too.
"Crustaceans Main Suspects in Island Case" Read Kardas disappointedly. Why, even the papers seemed to know more than he did these days. Well, time to go and ask some questions by the beach! He drank his orange juice and pottered down to the seafront.
He returned from the seafront that evening with his suspect, and commandeered an abandoned warehouse in order to interrogate it, and afterwards phoned Silvado in order to dictate tomorrow's press release.
"Suspect is about 6-5 (centimetres), with a red complexion. He resisted arrest." He looked painfully at his pincer-marked right hand. "But refuses to talk. I had trouble cuffing him."
"Violent sort, is he?"
"No, my hand-cuffs are too big. I keep him on a length of wire since he kept snipping the string."
"Alright. I'll talk to you tomorrow. Goodbye."
"Night."
And with that, Kardas had completed his first case since the Kroppenheim Dam incident. Promotion would surely follow!
The waves, pushed by the sweet pacific breeze, calmly swept the beach. It picked up the leaves of palm trees as it did so, enveloped large stones set into the sun-kissed sand, and stole the mojito sitting beside a deckchair. In the deckchair, snoozing comfortably in the early afternoon sun, was Dutch Europol officer Kardas Kardas.
His cellphone woke him up to the tune of 'Girls Just Wanna Have Fun'.
"I'm working on it sir!" He replied grogilly, but without opening his eyes.
"It's Constable Silvado. I haven't got time for the case right now, Inspector. I'm calling to inform you that your former colleague, Inspector Debro, has just been made Chief Inspector of Kroppenheim."
"What? He's the Chief Inspector? What happened to the old one?"
"Horatio Archaix? I'm afraid public opinion went against him following that video the press released last month?"
"They didn't buy his defence statement?"
"No. Nor did the jury, either."
"Hmm. Looks like 'surprise sex' equals 'rape' after all, then."
"Indeed. Anyway, just thought I'd let you know."
"Thanks. I'll congratulate him as soon as I get to the bottom of this case," He grasped around blindly for his mojito. "I just can't seem to find it..."
"I'm sure the stolen weapons will turn up."
"Uh, yeah," His hand clapped the ground in several places. "Why do these things go missing inexplicably?"
"Probably criminal activity stealing from police depots again. I'm sure you'll find them. What should I tell the press?"
"Maybe a crab took it..." There was several moments of silence.
"I have to go. Good luck." Silvado hung up.
Kardas had been on the island of Moch for two weeks now, and appeared to be getting no closer to finding the criminal element that stole the weapons from the local police depot. He was beginning to doubt his methodology; he usually woke up at 10am, ate, drank, slept on the beach until 2, asked whoever he saw whether they'd got the weapons, ate, then drank, then slept. But it was useless; the criminals seemed to be getting more elusive by the day. And now with news of his friend's promotion, he was getting more and more desperate for answers.
The next day he awoke at the usual time in his hotel bedroom, and waded through bottles of cheap beer to his bathroom for the morning clean. Then he took the morning papers with his breakfast out on the veranda, and managed to prevent himself from reading the bacon and eating the Moch Gazette this time. He had great hopes for tomorrow, too.
"Crustaceans Main Suspects in Island Case" Read Kardas disappointedly. Why, even the papers seemed to know more than he did these days. Well, time to go and ask some questions by the beach! He drank his orange juice and pottered down to the seafront.
He returned from the seafront that evening with his suspect, and commandeered an abandoned warehouse in order to interrogate it, and afterwards phoned Silvado in order to dictate tomorrow's press release.
"Suspect is about 6-5 (centimetres), with a red complexion. He resisted arrest." He looked painfully at his pincer-marked right hand. "But refuses to talk. I had trouble cuffing him."
"Violent sort, is he?"
"No, my hand-cuffs are too big. I keep him on a length of wire since he kept snipping the string."
"Alright. I'll talk to you tomorrow. Goodbye."
"Night."
And with that, Kardas had completed his first case since the Kroppenheim Dam incident. Promotion would surely follow!
