“I don’t have much proof, but I betcha those emails @zestyfolfdude intercepted do. Listen Brien, we’re not trying to convict you for no reason here, but if you did commit this crime, then we’re absolutely trying to convict you. Do you really have any proof to back up your claims, either?”
I still don’t know what the emails he’s talking about are. I guess I can’t prove I was camping either. Did @zestyfolfdude send you the emails?
Okay... Well, if you have nothing else to say about the case I can’t help you. Call me if you find another suspect.
(gonna actually get back into this. how about bringing me into the situation as the criminal? @98crownvic @brien_w @zestyfolfdude )
(Well technically I did it but honestly I don’t want a life as a fugitive so I would be alright if you wanna take over and people just disregard the last two pages of my content.)
lol alright okay boys got a character, no name yet so let's just call him john and he did it. he's currently staying at his makeshift hideout with his group of punks, counting bills and getting drunk. very inconspicuous van parked out front. he's getting ready to move the goods to utah in said inconspicuous van and a stolen bus
"Yeah, why don't we concentrate on who it really is. Sorry you had to go through all that Brien, there were just a lot of red flags." @zestyfolfdude and I drive back to the gas station, where I jump in my dilapidated Grand Marshal. "Alright man, if I find out anything new about this case, I'll let you know. I'm going to head on down to the PD and see if they've got anything new. Thanks for the ride," and I hand him 5 bucks for gas. 5 minutes later, I roll up to the Firwood Police Department. I walk inside and talk to the officers in the station, some of which I'm familiar with, due to my habit of borrowing actual cop cars for FBI work as well as my habit of speeding. A cup of coffee later, I walk out with some new intel. The police department didn't uncover anything, but actually got a call from the Firwood Public Works. Somebody from the Streets department was apparently evaluating some of town's gravel roads, and found a blacked out van parked in front of an abandoned house, a house that hasn't been lived in for 25 years according to county records. Not suspicious at all. I fire up my car, and decide to check out the house. On the way there, I give @zestyfolfdude a call. "Got some new info, figured you might be interested." I explain the situation, and add that I'm driving over to the house right now. A few 3 point turns and a lot of confusion later, I roll up to the house/potential hideout. I peer out the dirty driver's window of my car, and kill the engine. I open the glovebox, and grab my pistol just in case. I text my fellow agents, "Something's up." Then, I see a light I one of the windows, and a figure moving around.
Yeah, that kind of sucked. Well, i’m in the clear. *I call @98crownvic * Hey, found any leads? I know i’m not in the FBI technically but I still want to join in on the investigation. You guys could use my driving and shooting skills i’m sure.
"Yeah, I'm currently cowering in my GM right next to what's probably the hideout of our suspect. Somebody's in the house, I don't think I can leave without getting noticed. I'm pretty concerned he has a firearm, probably one a lot bigger than mine. Care to back me up?"
Yep, I’ll be over in my ETK. Give me 10 mins. --- Post updated --- So after talking with my supervisor we came across an agreement. I’m a valuable team member according to him so he offers me a large sum of money if I join in on cases. So basically I work at my office job still but join in on cases. It’s pretty cool. --- Post updated --- Alright @98crownvic , I have arrived. What’s the plan?
“Well, I mean, we could go in full-raid style, kick-down-the-door and guns-a-blazing style, or we could get a few photos and stealthily sneak out so we ideal don’t get shot. Thoughts?”
You know that I love nothing more than going in guns blazing. But then again... sneaking in might be better.
I turn on the news. There's a small TV in the corner of the restaurant kitchen I work at. The blonde newscaster gets a special report in the middle of a segment about the mayor's new puppy- It's all about a small raid on an abandonded house, being carried out by two ex-FBIs. Apparently, the FPD is arriving soon to lend a hand. I don't have to listen to another word. I clock out and jump in my Roamer, as fast as I can. I stop by home to pick up the two MK11's in my closet, and five magazines each. I slide back in the tan SUV and floor it, nearly hitting a parked Pessima as the Roamer understeers around the first corner.
