Author Topic: Highler Ridge :: Rebirth (Read 17683 times)

Watcher In The Myst · June 12, 2013, 12:21:41 AM

Dashcams are stuffty cameras, they have lower quality than a phone camera. You can't make people out from probably more than 20 feet away, especially at night, while moving quickly, and with bullets hitting directly next to the cameras.

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Decepticon · June 12, 2013, 12:24:14 AM

Quote from: Watcher In The Myst on June 12, 2013, 12:21:41 AM

Dashcams are stuffty cameras, they have lower quality than a phone camera. Not all of them You can't make people out from probably more than 20 feet away, especially at night, while moving quickly, and with bullets hitting directly next to the cameras.

y'do know there was a spotlight shined on you guys though
also dashcams can still provide evidence like your car
but hey, fine, i'll edit.

Nonnel · June 12, 2013, 01:55:25 AM

wait what's going on

Decepticon · June 12, 2013, 01:59:10 AM

Quote from: Nonnel on June 12, 2013, 01:55:25 AM

wait what's going on

well I and the SWAT team arrested Jokey's character and me and some other guy got shot at by some annie woman and her russian friend while mlockha is trying to break out jokey

Comatose · June 12, 2013, 02:58:37 AM

I walk to my car when suddenly my phone vibrates, and I instinctively pull it out. It continues to vibrate as I look at the number.

It's the police department.

My hands begin to shake and a cold sweat begins to form as I press the talk button. I gulp, "H-hello?"
"Yes, hello, Mr. Sheffield? This is Lieutenant Marcus Jerse."
"Y-yes, speaking. H-how may I.. uh.. help you?"
"Mr. Sheffield, are you sitting down?" I begin to get nervous and hurry to my car. I fumble with my keys while trying to talk to the Lieutenant.
"Uh, no, w.. why?" I manage to get the car door open and sit in the driver's seat before locking the door. As the sun begins to set, the light trails in through the windshield.
"Mr. Sheffield, we have some bad news." At this point, my heart is racing.
"Yes, yes, what is it!?"
"Mr. Sheffield, we found your brother. He.. he is deceased. I'm sorry." I dropped the phone in shock, and quickly started up the car as I heard the voice of Lt. Jerse in the background. "Mr. Sheffield? Mr. Sheffield?" I quickly picked up the phone and held it to my ear.
"Yes, yes, I'll be at the Police Department in a few minutes." I hung up and dialed Megan's apartment as I quickly pulled out of the parking lot into the busy street. Several horns sound and I can clearly see someone has flipped me the birdie as the line clicks. "Grenaccino household, this is Megan."
"Megan, they found my brother. He's dead." I speed up to make the light and swerve to make the right turn down a backstreet heading toward the police precinct. More honks.
"Oh my god! What happened?"
"I don't know. Maybe they found him under an overpass, maybe he drowned in the river, I have no idea. I'll call you back."
"Yeah, sure! I'll try and get in touch with your parents!" She hung up, and I dropped my phone into the passenger seat as I continue to speed down the street. I arrive at the police station as quickly as I left, and hurry out of my car. I double back and quickly unlock the door before dropping my bear spray onto the floor of my car. Once more I close and lock the door and run into the police station.

Lieutenant Jerse is waiting for me and I quickly slow my stride. I double over, attempting to talk but out of breath. "Hello, Mr. Sheffield," the Lieutenant somberly says. "This way." He leads me through the main office of the police station. Several officers sprint past in armor, holding high powered weapons and I turn to see them go. As the last officer disappears behind the tinted, glass doors, I continue following the Lieutenant. "A bit of a situation downtown, but nothing we can't handle," he comments. We finally arrive at his office. He ushers me inside and offers me something to drink. I politely decline and sit down.
"Lieutenant, my brother has been missing for three years. What happened?"
Lt. Jerse clears his throat and adjusts his tie. "Well, Mr. Sheffield, several hours ago there was a shooting reported in Bright Annex. First responders arrived on the scene and found numerous bodies littered around the outside of a drug house. Several of the bodies had sustained multiple gunshot and stab wounds. This was compounded with the fact that the entire house was up in flames. The fire was much too severe, and firefighters could do very little to extinguish it." Lt. Jerse took a sip of water before continuing. "About 25 minutes after firefighters arrived, the house burned to the ground. Soon after, a team of firemen began to sift through the rubble for bodies. In what was left of the kitchen, we found your brother's body. He had received several blows to the head by falling debris, and was bleeding from the head and chest. Somehow, he was still alive when we found him and had only been singed. Despite this, his wounds were fatal and he died on scene."
I nodded slowly, without emotion. I couldn't say I was surprised, and responded, "I understand. Would you like me to identify the body?"
He nodded. "It's procedure, yes. Would you be prepared to claim the body today?"
"No, my parents are out of town. I'll ne-," I stopped as my phone vibrated. I pulled it out, and it was Megan. "I'm sorry, Lt. Jerse, but I must take this call."
"No, of course, Mr. Sheffield, take your time." He left the room, and I answered.
"Hello?"
"Alan, I got a hold of your mom and dad. They're heading home, and should be back around midnight."
"Thanks, Megan."
"Any idea what happened to your brother?"
"Yeah, I'll explain when I get back to my apartment."
"Sure. See you then." She hung up, and I stuck the phone back into my pocket. I stood up, and walked out of Lt. Jerse's office. He was waiting outside.
"Are you ready, Mr. Sheffield? I must warn you, his wounds are quite grievous."
I nodded solemnly. "I've seen worse from him when he was alive."
He walked down the hall, and led me down the stairs to the morgue.

Decepticon · June 12, 2013, 03:05:47 AM

I sat back in the seat of my squad car. The man that was shot in the shootout was okay, and the vehicle he described seeing in the spotlight seemed to match 3 other vehicles similar to it in Goodyear. After a hour or two we got a call about how many casualties there were in the drug house event, about 20 injured and 3 dead. I sighed. Nothing to say or do. It was a clear night. I wasn't at the slums currently. I used up the posters I could put around the place. It was a calm night not counting what just happened earlier.

Mikoyan · June 12, 2013, 04:10:29 AM

"What the forget just happened.." I slithered back into the passengers seat. "Name's Alexander Zhidkov. People call me Alex." I say, unloading the weapon.

Watcher In The Myst · June 12, 2013, 10:05:57 AM

"You don't need to know my name." Anna continues to drive quickly through the night, stopping in an abandoned lot near the Goodyear Jail.

Jokey365 · June 12, 2013, 11:02:50 AM

NAME | Maxwell Nappy
LOCA | Outside Goodyear Prison.
ACTN | Fleeing.
INVT | Hairpin.
OBJV | Escape.
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Cake. CAKE. He brought me, CAKE. After all I've done for him, he made me a cake! That's it! I've bought tons of guns through him, I've helped him assassinate competition, I've ev- Oh, there's some hairpins in here. Cool. Turns out guarding the police station wasn't top priority right now, as most of the cops ran out of the building a few minutes ago for something important going on. Lucky me. One quick twist of the wrist and my cell was open. Not a cop in sight. Of course that wasn't going to last for long, there must have been a low number of cops doing rounds around multiple blocks. I gave a few smart looking prisoners some of my hairpins and told them to let as many people as they could out before sending them all to the front entrance. On my way to the entrance, I had to break a cop's nose using a wall, but other than that I was uninterrupted. The prison gate was my main issue. I doubled back and took a route around the outside of the prison, but still inside the walls. They told me I would be leaving through this same area later, but I guess I'd have to use it sooner. It was where the police vehicles drove in to drop off the fresh meat, and all it was was a really heavy garage door. Could only be opened from the inside with use of the little booth sitting next to it. Of course, that was locked too. One last flick of the wrist and a press of a button before I was free. Just then, the prison's alarm went off. I think I may have just started a prison break. After that alarm went off, I sprinted off, hoping to not see the inside of that prison again.

mlockha · June 12, 2013, 11:06:10 AM

Quote from: Watcher In The Myst on June 12, 2013, 10:05:57 AM

"You don't need to know my name." Anna continues to drive quickly through the night, stopping in an abandoned lot near the Goodyear Jail.

I waited patiently outside in the car, then I heard the alarm. He was free! Where was Anna providing support? I needed her to kill any cops that were going to inhibit his escape.

Watcher In The Myst · June 12, 2013, 11:27:38 AM

By now, Anna had kicked Zhidkov out (sending him off 10 grand richer) and had ascended to the roof of a nearby building. She quickly set up a tripwire attached to a strand of M-80s at the door, and assembled her R700, sighting the car.

Comatose · June 12, 2013, 01:59:35 PM

As I we walk down the stairs, all is silent. We finally make it to the basement, and as we turn left, I ask, "How many people died?"
"Three, including your brother."
I nod, and we continue to walk down the hall. Another left, and up ahead are a set of big, black, metal doors. Above them is a small plastic sign, reading, 'MORGUE.' As I push open the door, a moist, cold stream of air rushes over me and I begin to shiver. It has no effect on Lt. Jerse. "Wait here," he commands, and walks over to the morgue attendant. They exchange whispers, and the attendant nods quietly, and opens up a drawer from the side of the wall. He slowly pulls out a long metal tray, a black bag resting upon it. He zips open the upper portion of the bag to ensure the head is visible, scribbles down some notes, and walks back to his desk. Lt. Jerse signals me over.
I slowly walk over to the body bag, and hold my hand over my mouth. "God, what the forget," I breathe as I gaze at my brother's body. His head had been partially crushed, and a large gap in his chest allowed me to see the bottom of the tray. Only the lower part of his head and part of the upper area were still intact. Blood was pooling at the bottom of the bag. I look over at Lt. Jerse, who's eyes were closed. "What was he impaled on?"
"We think a structural beam, but we're not sure."
I look at him once more. It was him. It was Jimmy. I displayed no emotion, and looked up at the Lieutenant.
"It's him. My parents will be over in the next several days to claim the body."
He nodded, and gestured toward the door. "Thank you for your time."

I arrive back at my apartment at around 10. As I open the door, I can hear Cabbage scratching at the couch again. "Cabbage, stop that. Get over here." Cabbage did as she was told, and I picked her up. I put her in my room, closed the door, and walked over to my couch before plopping down and falling asleep.

Jokey365 · June 12, 2013, 02:46:52 PM

I panted as I sprinted away from the prison, hoping that my bright orange jumpsuit wouldn't get me spotted. "WHERE'S A DAMN RESCUE WHEN YOU NEED ONE?!" I shout to myself before clenching my side.

Decepticon · June 12, 2013, 03:01:46 PM

I was nearing the police station to take a break and put in some evidence I found (Footage of the car mostly, though). Suddenly, an alarm went off, and Dispatch immediately came on "Jailbreak at Goodyear 8th Avenue Jail" "Copy." I said, but I could almost hear five other men say "Copy, inbound." at the same time. Then, I began to drive fast, turning on the brighter headlights to search for prisoners. I saw THREE big, bulky, blue and white SWAT vans. They REALLY ticked off the SWAT. Goodyear jails did hold after all, a lot of mafia and insane criminals. I could see a helicopter shine it's spotlights on apartments, old abandoned streets, and two were already at the jail parking lot. Sirens blaring everywhere I could imagine. Okay, these guys are probably going to be dead the moment they step outside I thought. "Coming onto 8th Aven-" I said, before I saw a man running with a orange jumpsuit on the side of the avenue. I reached for the speaker-phone (The megaphone but attached to the car) and yelled into it "Get on the ground, cross your legs and put your hands over your head NOW!" I said, turning the car right at him and stopping. Suddenly, as if on cue, two other police cars sped by heading to the police station, and three more big, bulky, blue and white SWAT vehicles. I already heard over the radio that the N.O.O.S.E. was going to be involved.

Jokey365 · June 12, 2013, 03:04:30 PM

"NOT THIS DOUCHEBAG AGAIN!" I shout to myself as I continue to run. The cops were smart enough to deal with the entire prison of now escaping convicts rather than the one man, they're going to leave the guy to one cruiser, so I was probably in the clear as far as effort goes. "WHERE IS MY GOD FORSAKEN RESCUE?!"