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Post by Eric Easy E Pelka on Aug 3, 2010 2:26:43 GMT -5
The first few moments in the vehicle were silent. Jeremy thought intently about the stern words of his superior SS Carson. He was well aware that his actions had severely upset the naive rookie. Though rattling fresh blood usually gave him enjoyment, even Jeremy felt remorse for the harshness of his latest attack. He would atone for his actions if it was the last thing he did, even if it cost his complete salary in coffee and Olivia’s favorite pastry treat. He made a note to analyze her further to figure out what her favorite doughnut was before turning his head toward the focused Supervisory Special Agent.
“So, about those relationship issues?” Jeremy was well aware Carson wanted nothing to do with this conversation. It was this reluctance that motivated him to keep prodding, “Judging by the ten-years-to-young-for-you-car you had parked at the Airport I would say you have issues with growing up maybe?”
Carson shot Jeremy an annoyed glance before turning back to the road in front of him. Jeremy’s lips parted ever so slightly, an infectious yet mischievous smile growing on his face. Agent Paige took the chance to reach his hand out and grasp Carson’s, ensuring he could feel both the dampness of his palms and the faint pulse beating rhythmically in his wrist. The SSA was surprised by the move and jumped at the inappropriateness of Jeremy’s actions. The SUV swerved slightly, before Carson opened his mouth to complain.
Agent Paige stopped him before he could dispute, “Hold on. You have a duty as a federal agent to make a good example on the road. The more you fight with me, the more likely you will look like an angry drunk or an angst ridden preteen driving your mom’s new car. I just want to make sure you honest with me here. Remember I am here to help you Evan[/i],” Jeremy made sure he emphasized his less than professional use of his superiors first name. “Tell me, how many dates have you had in the last two weeks.”
Carson wouldn’t answer.
“Hmm…Four?” His heart jumped a beat, something Jeremy learned people often did when someone was way off from the truth. “Oh, not that many; how about two?” His heart beat increased a little bit. Jeremy knew Carson was becoming increasingly annoyed, this only happened when he was successful with his surprise analyses.
“More than one girl?” Jeremy paused to feel his reactions; his heart slowed down, yet his palms became increasingly damp. Something was making him uncomfortable. Jeremy began to piece the pieces together in his head. He was on only a few dates, probably with only a single woman, yet he ignored her frantic phone calls often and indulged himself with material possessions often bought by bachelors or people suffering midlife crisis. “Evan, listen to me, I understand that here at work you feel constricted, you have duties, and you are pretty damn good at doing them. But you aren’t in college anymore. Take a chance with this girl of yours. I understand you have commitment issues, hell your entire life is full of commitment to the bureau, but no matter how many tacky BMW’s you buy, you can’t escape from it.”
Carson pulled his hand away finally, having had enough of Jeremy’s antics. Agent Paige smiled and recalled the Eagle’s classic tune Desperado. Leaning back in his chair, Jeremy closed his eyes and began to sing only peering slightly at Carson through his mostly closed eyes. Clearing his throat he began to sing quietly, just loud enough for his fellow agent to hear, “You better let somebody love, let somebody love you, you better let somebody love you; before it’s too late.”
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Post by garnet on Aug 4, 2010 0:44:46 GMT -5
[DAY 1: 11:03AM]
Carson gave off an angry huff and uttered a few angry words about Jeremy and his inability to mind his own business under his breath. Thankfully, it only took six minutes or so to reach the Sheriff's office, the less time Carson would have to spend putting up with Paige's antics, the better. Checking his rear view mirror, he made sure that Jayden and Marston were following behind him and they hadn't strayed - not that it'd be an issue they had a GPS system in their vehicle anyways.
Parking his car at the back of the building with all the other cop cars, he stepped out of the vehicle to join Jayden at his side. They both decided that for the time being, they'd leave their belongings in their SUV's and carry nothing in but the case files that they had. The last thing they needed was to have some sort of distraction while working on the case. Besides, they'd probably just be heading to the hotel that Agent Hanssen had arranged for them to get some rest later.
Carson turned to Olivia who seemed to be very quiet at the moment, obviously having a lot on her mind for the task at hand. His blue eyes scanned over her form, watching the way her shoulders were tensed as she walked, her right hand curled tightly to her side while her left hand clutched the case file. Her body language gave her apprehension away, but Evan didn't blame her at all, this was her first real case as an FBI agent, and it just so happened that she got one of the hardest cases to date.
It was a quaint building. Not exceptionally large or too small, and the over all structure was very historic rather than modern. It really gave off the whole "country western" vibe. A somewhat large and rather pudgy man came up to Carson as he and his team entered the building, the two of them standing together looked like two extreme ends of a size spectrum. Evan, tall and finely built, and this man was short and extremely round.
As he came closer, Carson took off his sun glasses and placed them in his blazer pocket, Olivia followed suit and did the same.
"Mah name is Sheriff Hank Jordinson" His deep, southern accent thicker than the hair on his head as he stuck out a large, chubby hand towards Carson, who met him with his own, long slender fingers.
"I am SSA Evan Carson," letting go of Jordinson's hand, he turned to the rest of the team. "This is SSA Wesley Jayden and Agents Marston and Paige, and I'm sure you've met our liaison Agent Hanssen."
The Sheriff shook hands with each of them before pulling up the waistline of his pants. "I'm glad y'all could join us, we were expectin' y'all earlier, but we reckon somethin' had come up. Normally, we don't like no feds comin' in our parts" he paused, running his fat right hand through the greasy crop of dark hair on his head. "But we're needin' yer help on this case. This som' bitch is gettin' outta hands."
Carson nodded and motioned for his fellow SSA to join him in the conference room. Calling over his shoulder to the sheriff, Carson took authority for the moment. "Please have everyone gather in the briefing room." Turning to Jayden, he lowered his voice. "I have a feeling that we're going to have a lot of ground to cover." He muttered in a perturbed manner, his free hand rising to rub the back of his neck. "They all seem disorganized. Maybe we can use some of your drill sergeant methods to whip this place into shape, just like you did with the FBI." Carson said in jest as a wide grin came onto his face before he turned and entered the conference room and motioned for Olivia to follow him.
As she followed, she stopped by the closest desk and helped herself to some of the hand sanitizer. It grossed her out to know that she shook hands with someone who looked sweaty and greasy, not to mention she had no idea where his hands had been. As she walked, she rubbed the liquid into her hands before they became dry, definitely feeling better by the end of it.
Carson walked to the front of the room where he was met with their liaison, Anna Hanssen. Evan flashed her a brief smile before motioning to the young agent at his side. "Anna, this is our newest member, Olivia Marston." He paused, keeping his voice low as the Georgian Officers filed into the room. "I think it'd give her some piece of mind to know that she isn't the only female here." He winked towards the liaison, their blue eyes meeting together for a moment before Carson turned and stood in front of rather large group of officers.
Olivia smiled and shook hands with the much taller woman, "it's nice to meet you." She said with a strong voice before turning and taking a seat near the front of the conference room, coincidentally beside Agent Paige. Marston chose to not to even acknowledge Agent Cheeky Monkey at this point, her mind had to be fully on the case at hand. No more distractions.
Carson cleared his throat, making the hum of noise in the room come to a complete halt. "My name is Supervisory Special Agent Evan Carson. Along with Supervisory Special Agent Jayden, my team and I will now be leading the investigation from here on in." His voice was authoritative and resolute, his bright eyes scanning over each face that was in the room, watching for anything odd or out of place. Some of them had lips that were curled upwards, an obvious sign of disgust. Carson knew that they weren't too happy about feds taking the investigation into their own hands, a lot of departments never are.
"We have yet to sit down and discuss the full details of the case, but we are offering full disclosure, whatever we know, you'll know. We ask that you all refrain from leaking any information and allow us to handle the press. If anything, anything gets out to the press, it could compromise this investigation." Carson's eyes fell upon the Sheriff, his brows furrowing as he read the man's expressions.
A deep frown, anger lines in his taught jaw as his hands folded across his chest. He was upset about something, and Evan had a feeling that it wasn't just about the FBI taking over, if it was, then he must have some serious anger problems.
Carson made eye contact with Jayden, making sure their eyes had locked before Carson sent his gaze towards the Sheriff once more, as if subliminally telling Jayden to keep an eye on him. "We would ask that you get us all material you have on the case. Evidence, witness lists, the contacts to the victim's families, we want it all. As soon as possible would be best. I also assume that you all are in contact with the Florida Police departments as well as the other police departments throughout Georgia. I am requesting that you all gather the information you have received from them and hand it over to us."
Pausing, Carson took a quick look at each of his agents, making sure that they showed nothing less than confidence, if any one of them showed the slightest bit of worry, it could cause a chink in the chain that they couldn't risk. These cops were like blood hounds, they could smell when something was amiss, especially when it came to Federal Agents.
"That's all for now. Thank you for your time." He finished calmly, followed by the loud shuffle of thirty-odd officers leaving the conference room. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his Blackberry Storm and pressed the number five - the speed dial button for Robert, the tech analyst - and held the phone to his ear.
"Hey Rob. It's Carson. I need you to do a background check on Sheriff Hank Jordinson. Call me back when you have particulars, alright? Thanks bud." His long thumb rose and pushed the "end" button before shoving the phone back into the pocket of his black dress pants.
Turning to Jayden, he gave him a flustered look. "Did you see that guy? Please tell me I'm not the only one who saw how pissed off he was?" He kept his voice low, making sure that no other prying ears, other than the three other agents, could hear him.
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Post by lins123 on Aug 4, 2010 8:37:24 GMT -5
The sound of the computer powering up ran through the tech room. Robert felt energized after his break, he had his full attention towards the monitors that surrounded him. "Hank Jordinson huh?" Robert said to himself. Carson had asked for particulars on the sheriff a while back. Robert spun around in his seat, face the monitors and began his work.
His fingers tapped away at the keyboard, "tell me all your secrets," he whispered and almost immediately the records of the sheriff illuminated each monitor. A small smile crept onto Roberts face, "Jackpot."
Robert went through his the information as it flowed onto the screen. He began to build the profile on the sheriff. He didn't seem relevant to the case, his profile didn't stand out to Robert at all. He meticulously sifted through the bits and pieces and in minutes he was done. "Boring," Robert said to himself, "did he give Carson a weird look or something?"
He picked up the phone and dialed Carson. "Hey Carson, it's Rob. Yeah, Hank Jordinson. Let's see, joined the force in 1993, had a previous military background. Nothing much else about his career. There's been some domestic issues at home. He seems to have had some anger issues, took it out on his wife. She filed for divorce and it was finalized 3 days ago. I dug a bit more and still nothing stands out, his military record is spotless and there's nothing on his police record either."
"I'll dig a bit more and see what I'll get, call ya when I find something." Robert waited for Carson to hang up and placed his phone down. Robert placed his attention back onto the monitors, Let's keep digging...
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Post by Eric Easy E Pelka on Aug 20, 2010 2:06:08 GMT -5
Jayden was glad his younger counterpoint had picked up on the odd attitude that the Sheriff displayed. Though he was in all official ways equal in rank and authority to Jayden, Carson was still a much young much less experienced agent. Even as long as he had been with the bureau Wesley felt his colleague had a lot to learn.
“You are not the only one. Wouldn’t be the first time a law enforcement officer was involved with a heinous crime. Could explain how the unsub has been able to evade investigation efforts to this point,” Jayden moved toward the team. “Hopefully Special Agent Pendragon can find something on this guy. For now be discreet, that goes for all of you. Even you Agent Paige,” Jayden shot the clown a stern glare.
Jayden stopped to make sure the team understood what he was saying. If the lowly Sheriff was involved with Chainsaw Jack in anyway, keeping him at a need-to-know basis was imperative. Information leaks were fatal to investigations. Much like a night time raid on an enemy stronghold, proper investigation required a certain element of surprise. Some of the most cunning criminals were foiled by a well planned out and discreet investigation.
“Okay, let’s look at the map,” Jayden turned to the map that hung on the wall near the dry erase board Agent Hanssen had ensured was set up for their use. Wesley snickered at the sight. He had expected that the officers in charge of the investigation would have already had all the murders plotted out on the map. This would have helped them pinpoint a plausible and efficient range for a staging zone; somewhere the unsub could hit all the locations without attracting too much suspicion. “Damnit! Carson, get Robert on the damn phone. I want a map plotted out ASAP.”
“Agent Hanssen!” Jayden bellowed waiting for the semi-busy liaison to drop what she was doing and join them in the conference room. “What the hell were these amateurs doing here?! Sitting with their thumbs in their asses, go find out why no one plotted out the murders. Remind them of how to be proper investigators!” Jayden was exasperated and wiped away the sweat that was beginning to drip down his flush face.
“Damnit, now I know I can’t trust the Florida department to conduct their investigation on their own. Alright team here is the game plan; Special Agent Paige and Carson, you two will run the investigation here, I want you to comb through the files, the reports, check out any suspects, witnesses, families involved; leave nothing untouched. I want this investigation to be by the book.” He turned to the liaison, “Agent Hanssen here will remain here to aide you in relations with this department.”
He paused to make sure they all understood his directives, before walking up to the young female recruit, towering threateningly over her, “Rookie, you’re with me. We need to take a trip down to Florida, open up the second front of this investigation. In the meantime I want you to make a Psych Profile for our unsub. We will see how your college education has served you. Any questions?”
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Post by garnet on Aug 20, 2010 22:36:55 GMT -5
[DAY 1: 12:05PM]
A small smile tugged a the corner of his thin lips before uttering a small "thank you" to Pendragon before hanging up and placing his phone back into his right pocket. Carson shoved both of his hands in his pockets, nodding his head as his older colleague briefly spoke about the Sheriff's abnormal behaviour.
Olivia stared up towards SSA Jayden, internally pleased that he was willing to give her a chance to showcase her abilities, however the small twitch of her left hand showed the intimidation that Jayden helped to make her feel (certainly, Carson picked up on that). A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips before she quickly smothered it and shook her head. "No Sir, no questions."
Carson smiled, stepping towards Jayden and lowering his voice to a whisper. "Turns out our favourite Sheriff has a history of violence, lots of domestic issues and a fairly recent divorce. I don't think that justifies his behaviour, though." Pulling his phone once more out of his pocket, he pressed the number five once more on the touch-tone screen before holding it against his right ear.
"Hey. Me again." Carson whispered into the phone, his gaze lowering to the floor for a moment before rising to scan the room around him. "I need you to plot all of the locations of where the bodies were found on a map then fax it over to the Charlton Sheriff's office and the Nassau County Sheriff's Office in Florida." Carson paused for a moment while his bright eyes glanced to his left, Carson caught the Sheriff leaning over on of the desks, his head turned like an owl, as he watched the federal agents from where he stood. His face held the same look of disgust from before, his fat cheeks tinted pink. The pudgy Sheriff made eye contact briefly with Carson before sheepishly turning around to face the person on the other side of the desk he was leaning over, obviously trying to mask the fact that he had been staring at them the entire time.
Evan frowned deeply, his blue eyes narrowing before he continued talking to Robert on the phone. "As soon as possible, thanks." He muttered softly before shoving the phone back into his pocket then advancing with long, swift strides towards Jordison, taking a few moments to adjust the navy blue tie around his neck. Carson stopped beside him, casually leaning against the same desk that Sheriff Jordison was pressed again.
"Sheriff Jordison," Carson spoke calmly, putting on a fake smile to help the fat man humor him. "I couldn't help but notice you trying to listen in on a conversation between federal agents." He paused, allowing his eyes to scan over the chubby, pink coloured face of the man before him. "And I can't help but feel that a lot of resentment is coming from you towards me and my team. Is there something you'd like to tell us?"
The Sheriff reached down and hoisted his falling pants around his fat belly, grunting like a pig as he did so. "There ain't nothin' wrong." He muttered, snorting before glancing back towards the agents before returning his gaze towards the SSA. "If ya must know, I don't like no god damn spics in my department!" His voice elevating to a stronger tone before allowing his eyes to fall upon Olivia, who was busy gathering her things and heading out to the SUV in preparation for her trip to Florida.
Carson chuckled, glancing away before turning back to the Sheriff, his face a somber painting with small highlights of disdain as he stared down at the stolid man. Reaching out, he grasped the excessively large man by the collar of his shirt, his jaw clenching. "Now, listen to me you son of a bitch." He muttered in a hiss-like whisper. "The FBI, myself especially, will not tolerate those comments, especially towards one of our own agents." His grasp tightened while his eyes stared into the sheriff's now fearful ones.
"Now, I expect you to give us as much space as we need to work. If you come in the way of her, or any of us and stop us from doing out job; I'll have you charged with the obstruction of a federal investigation." Letting go of the man's shirt, Carson straightened his collar and walked away, refusing to turn to or acknowledge the bigot's existence.
Olivia had already been outside when the whole ruckus was going on, sitting comfortably in the passenger seat of the SUV, reading over the case report silently, her right hand continuously tugging at the silver pendant of Saint Jude around her neck on a silver chain. She waited patiently for Jayden, enjoying the silence. It gave her time to think and go through everything carefully. And it was nice that she was behind a closed door, not having anyone, including Agent Cheeky Monkey, looking over her shoulder and chatting her up. She just hoped that she could meet SSA Jayden's ever high expectations.
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Post by lins123 on Sept 1, 2010 1:47:05 GMT -5
In the midst of of the slight hum within the computer room, Robert's cellphone began to ring. "Speak and thou shalt be heard," Robert stated as he answered his phone. "A map? That's it? Easy. I'll send that over immediately. You'd like fries with that?"
Robert hung up and returned his attention back to his work station. With a series of clicks a map instantly appeared. He had began work on a map of the victimology earlier on in the day fully expecting Carson or Jayden to call and ask for one. With a few more clicks and taps of the keyboard the map was on its way to the Sheriff's office. And with that done he turned his attention back to to the evidence of the chainsaw jack case.
What really intrigued Robert was the letter that Chainsaw Jack had left at the 6th body. Why start to leave a note after the 6th victim. "He's one sick son of a bitch." Looking at the replica of the letter.. something dawned on to Robert. He brought up an article he had recently read, it talked about how new printers printed its serial number on all the pages it prints in a special ink which is visible only under a certain light. "One in million huh... Better than nothing I guess" Robert said to himself as he got up from his seat and headed towards the briefing room.
With a swipe of his ID card the door clicked and Robert entered the briefing room. Looking through the evidence box Robert pulled out the original letter that Chainsaw Jack had left and place it on top of the table. It looked like a regular sheet of paper printed from a laser printer to the naked eye, it's blandness in it self amazed Robert. The hell... it's so plain. He thought to himself.
"And Robert the genius breaks the whole case wide open with this one little nerdy experiment," he joked to himself as he brought up a blue LED light to the letter. As he brought the light towards the page to scan it something caught his eye. At the bottom left of the a series of dots had appeared. " Robert Pendragon you ARE a genius." Robert muttered as he gave himself a pat on the back.
Robert took the letter and left the briefing room, the door giving a small click, automatically locking itself. Back at his desk, Robert uses a magnifying glasses he finds the little numbers printed in the corner. Printed in a series of little yellow dots, the serial code takes up less than one one thousandths of the page. "9825285213... let's put this through the database and see what hits," he mutters to himself. Within minutes a blip of appeared on the screen. A tiny notice, that most people would ignore, but to Robert this was better than winning the lottery.
He brought his phone and speed dialed Carson. "Hey its Rob, You're gonna love me for this," he said excitedly,"OK, so you know how new printers now a days print their serial number on everything it prints in super small font with a ink invisible to the naked eye? Ok, fine now you know. Well guess what, remember that letter that our friend Jack left for us?" Amidst his excitement Robert's printer came to life and spat out a list for him.
"Yeah. I got a serial number off the paper. And... I've got a hit from a place that sold that batch of printers. The model of the printer is a Xerox Phaser 6125. And I've got a purchase record within the last couple of years. Faxing it over to you guys now. The specific serial number was sold to a copy center along with a bunch of others within 50 miles of the sheriff's office you're at." He quickly went on and added, "Am I good or what?"
After that he hung up and stared back at the screen. "We're gonna get you Jack..."
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Post by Eric Easy E Pelka on Dec 26, 2010 23:58:14 GMT -5
Jayden sat quietly in the driver’s seat next to the young rookie. The car’s engines hummed softly throughout the vehicle causing a calming rumble that threatened to lull the SSA into sleep. Yet, beside him Olivia had her head bent over into an endless stack of files and books, her fingers typing her personal computer’s keyboard rapidly. Though he was hard on her, maybe at times too hard, he was impressed with what he saw.
She was smart, well spoken, eager to follow all his directives; but most of all she was diligent. In the face of his hard-assed attitude and overtly critical words, she remained tall. Her eyes never looked away from his when he talked, her girlish appearance never came with her to a meeting; she was a strong young woman.
Back inside, Paige stood silently behind SSA Carson as he man handled the chauvinistic sheriff. He smiled as he imagined Carson dressed in blue a red cape flowing from his shoulders. It’s amazing how the most self-centered and damaged people became Superman in the face of a challenge. Still, though the scene was quite entertaining and Jeremy was impressed with the Iron-fisted authority his boss showed, Jeremy knew they wouldn’t get anything from such an ignorant suspect with a brash attitude like Carson displayed. Interrogation was like every other game – deception was the key. Jayden wasn’t around to thwart any of his antics now. The circumstances couldn’t be any better.
As Carson left the room, most likely searching for Paige, the agent took the chance to take a few steps forward. The sheriffs bloated face was beat red, sure signs of embarrassment and unbridled rage, both excellent indicators of someone who wasn’t a sociopath. Probably not the culprit of the heinous crimes, but it was possible that the man had some kind of involvement; either, connections to the unsub, or he had information he was withholding from the investigation.
The man’s face was shocked when the blond haired agent walked up to him a smile on his face, “Howdy Sheriff!” Paige put on his best old-south gentleman’s persona hoping to tear at the bleeding heart strings of an obvious confederacy-should-have-never-lost sympathizer.
“Howdy Agent…uh…” The Sheriff was trying to regain his composure, to hide the anxiety that his confrontation with Carson had caused.
“Agent Paige,” Jeremy stuck out his hand with authority and gave the man a solid handshake, handshakes tell a lot about a man. “Just call me Jeremy sir, no need for that stuffy formalities junk.”
“Thank God, that other agent over there needs a reality check…This is my precinct, I run the show. If I don’t like something I have that right.” The man’s face was returning normal as Jeremy let go of his wet nervous palm.
“That you do sir that you do. My boss over there can be, excuse my harsh language, a bit of a jack ass. Bit of a control freak, you’re just lucky SSA Jayden didn’t stick around.” Jeremy smiled a bit at the obvious ironic essence of his judgment of Carson. “Besides all these coloreds and spics, have no right to sully law enforcement. Hell it’s them who you and your men work diligently to protect this city from.”
Jeremy paused and waited for the man’s reaction. This was the point that would allow Jeremy to know if he had created a bond of trust with the man. If he did, who knows what information he could swindle out of him? He looked over the man’s shoulder and saw Carson coming back down the hall toward him. Time was running thin. The man had to talk soon.
Even now, after having just got off a plane merely 45 minutes ago and a long taxing day, as she sat in a cramped vehicle on a long ride, she did not show signs of fatigue. Instead she was answering Jayden’s call to action. She was working out the Psyche Profile. The SSA was proud but couldn’t help but feel a little bad.
“Agent.” Wesley said sternly.
Her eyes immediately looked up to him, and she stopped what she was doing. It reminded him of his days in the military. The way inspired obedience in his troops. It was the only way he knew how to lead; the only way who knew how to complete his directives efficiently; the only way who knew how to bring everyone home alive.
“Agent, get some rest, I’ll need you fresh when we get to Nassau County. Get a few minutes of sleep.” Jayden turned from her and put his eyes back on the road. It wasn’t far, but the young agent would find the rest very helpful.
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Post by garnet on Jan 3, 2011 21:32:46 GMT -5
[DAY 1: 12:30pm]
Olivia sat in the passenger seat of the SUV for some time, her dark eyes scanning over each bit of information she could gather. She shut the brown folder that was currently in her hand before placing it on her lap, only to have yet another brown folder take its place.
The moment she had opened the folder, a series of gruesome photos spilled out; causing Olivia to scramble and quickly stuff them back inside.
These crime photos definitely said more than a thousand words. Olivia stared at each photo, a deep frown marring her face. The sight of the victims caused her heart to ache. It was completely unfair that such lives were taken away in an abhorrent manner. She could almost hear them screaming. Each one of them begging for their lives as they were slowly butchered to pieces.
Olivia wished she could help each one of the victims' families pick up the pieces of their now shattered reality. She knew how hard it would be for them to reform their lives after the death of a loved one. It's a hard concept to approach, it truly is; especially when the root cause of the situation was still running around out there free as a bird.
But that's where she came in.
Agent Marston decided then and there that she would do everything in her power to make sure that Chainsaw Jack was put behind bars for good.
Her head snapped back at the sound of Jayden's voice, charcoal coloured eyes turned towards the SSA as she awaited instructions. Olivia wasn't sure whether or not the fact SSA Jayden wanted her attention was a good or bad thing. Immediately she began to think that she had done yet another thing wrong.
Her hand stopped toying with her necklace for a moment. She was slightly surprised. Smiling, Olivia kept eye contact with Jayden, despite the fact that he had to look at the road as he drove.
"With all due respect sir," pausing, she adjusted the way she was sitting so that the pictures didn't slide off of her lap and onto the car floor. "I'd rather not. I'm the type who has to keep going until the job is done. If I stop, I lose my train of thought. I should have a full psychological profile of the killer by tomorrow morning, first thing." With that being said, Olivia turned back to her work, her right hand resumed playing with her necklace, a common movement whenever she was in deep thought.
Hopefully the ride won't be a long one. The sooner she could get into a silent room to think, the better.
Back at the station, Sheriff Hank Jordinson took in a deep heave as he hoisted his pants above his large belly. He was rather please with this agent that stood in front of him, proud that there was at least one of the higher ups that felt the same way he did.
"Thank you mah boy!" He roared in excitement."We all know dem darn spics are the reason why this city needs cleanin' up!" He snorted, as he waddled off, beckoning for Jeremy to follow him.
"How does a nasty wetback get into the academy anyways?" he asked, hoping that the agent would be able to help muse his bigoted thoughts and ideas. "Ya see Jeremy, I run a tight ship here. We're all fine upstanding citizens of the law. Ain't no corruption here, I tell you goodness!" Hank had a face beaming with pride of his very homologous team of officers.
Carson, on the other hand, was busy arguing with Robert on the phone, trying to have him call each of the printer stores near by and to have him do his own little "investigations".
"Just tell them what I told you! I can't go down there, things are really tied up over here," his voice lowered momentarily "they're really, really unorganized here. Jayden just flipped a shit."
Straightening, Carson headed into a separate room, one with a lot less people. "Also, I'm gonna need you to be in close contact with Jayden and Marston. They're gonna need all the help they can get over there."
The conversation went on for a small while longer before Carson hung up and headed over to his temporary desk and working area. He took the faxed map of the plotted crime scenes and put them on the bulletin bored in the conference room, his blue eyes staring intently at the series of dots, in hopes that they would be able to reveal something.
"Give me something, anything." He whispered to himself.
Evan was certain that the one thing stumping him was the three kills that were way out of range. His mind remained a jumbled mess, not really bothering with Jeremy's antics at this point in time.
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Post by Eric Easy E Pelka on Feb 1, 2011 4:34:02 GMT -5
“I reckon you run a pretty damned perfect little department here. Good to have men like you on the force,” Jeremy smiled, knowing full well his trap was engaged. “Listen, I understand my colleagues here, don’t quite get it. They don’t have to deal with walking down the streets and dealing with all the slime balls you see. But I get it; grew up with that kinda trash. We are here to help. We don’t want your office to get bogged down with this little case, let all the thugs run rampant on your tightly kept streets. I just want you to know, if you know anything, I mean anything at all, that may help with the investigation, please, let me know. I’ll extend the same gratitude to you partner. We are civilized men; we don’t need to have all this bickering between us, do we?”
Jeremy waited for the sheriff’s answer, hoping full well his charm had not decided to fail him now. He walked silently as he followed the racist sheriff further throughout the police station. The man knew something. It was obvious. He hoped his southern gentleman’s act was enough to buy his way in.
The remainder of the car ride was silent. Jayden respected the rookies work ethic and no longer pushed the issue of rest with her (although he knew it would hurt her in the end). Ignoring the rustling of papers, and clearing his mind of the case, Wesley was able to push the car to barely legal speed limits and cut approximately 10 minutes off the GPA’s predicted trip length. Efficiency always made the SSA smile.
The agent wasted no time in parking the vehicle and leading his younger counterpart into the precinct. The halls of the police station were rather empty, a few officers walking side by side laughing over a cup of coffee, a few secretaries running papers from office to office, but the hustle and bustle of a standard police station in the midst of a major murder investigation was nowhere to be seen. This annoyed Jayden greatly, and caused him to walk even quicker. His eyes scanned the rooms around him; filing, secretary, jelly donut filled officer with his head down on his desk, empty briefing room.
Jayden was too angry for words and inaudibly pointed to the empty briefing room and motioned for Marston to get to work. He didn’t even stopped and marched, his drill sergeant demeanor flaring up, into the stations main chamber. It was a all-too organized collection of neat, seemingly unused, cubicles with empty processing benches near the front door of the police station.
“Attention!” Jayden boomed, as he unintentionally clicked his heels together. Some habits never break.
The room barely reacted to his loud voice. Jayden gathered the entirety of his anger, of his military background, and slammed his foot to the ground accompanying it with the deepest loudest growl he could muster, “Attention!!!”
The room silenced quickly, and all the eyes of the nonchalant officers and secretaries turned to him. Jayden’s face remained stolid, as if a chiseled from stone. His face was beat red, yet his eyes remained a vibrant white piercing into the minds of the lazy officers.
“I am SSA Jayden from the FBI. My associate and I will be taking over all operations, as from what I have seen whoever is in charge is not fit enough to run a proper investigation.” The office began to murmur uncomfortably with a slight ring of resentment. “If you have a problem with this you can bring it up in the next election, maybe elect someone who doesn’t give a rats ass about stopping crime or convicting sick fuck’s like this Chainsaw Jack character, but for now you will listen to my orders and I expect this investigation to be conduct in a timely and effective manner. You,” Jayden pointed to a young lady, who was cowering in the corner. “Who is in charge here?”
“Sheriff Dipper sir.” She said quietly fighting tears off.
“His name could be Sherriff Dipshit for all I care, I want you to get him out here now, I have a few issues I have to go over with him. In the meantime, officers, I want a collection of all your files on this case – that includes suspects, evidence, statements – hell a piece of paper with Chainsaw Jack written on it will suffice. I want them all collected and delivered to Special Agent Marston in the briefing room. Do your job gentleman. At ease, men.” Jayden marched passed the stunned officers and began to follow the young lady down another hall toward an office that read Sheriff on the door. Belligerent, Jayden pushed his way passed the squeamish girl and barged into the office to see a plump, round faced man sitting on the phone, a shit eating grin on his high-blood pressure colored face. Unwilling to wait for the man to be done with his pleasant little chat Jayden spoke and said, “What the hell kind of operation you running here Sheriff!?”
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Post by garnet on Feb 25, 2011 17:56:18 GMT -5
[Day 1: 1:20PM]
Upon seeing SSA Jayden asserting his authority among the lesser officers, Olivia followed orders and immediately made herself scarce with her files in the current chaos that her superior had caused. Though the breifing room was rather large, it didn't allow for the silence she needed to concentrate. Olivia was the type to work in seclusion, it was the only way she could place her mind in a state of optimal performance. The first secluded area that came to mind was one of the interrogation rooms; it seemed like the quietest place to continue her work without directly being bothered by anyone. It was perfect. She turned to Jayden and gestured towards the large metal door to her right, as if showing him that this was where she would be working for the time being. She knew he would understand, she was doing this only to provide the best for the case. The room was barren, nothing but a single steel table with a set of three chairs around it lay in the sullen room adjacent to the giant glass one-way mirror that officers would look in from. After shutting the door behind her, she made her way towards the table and placed the large stack of papers down then took a seat to begin her work.
Given the current stifling heat of the room, Olivia figured that they hadn’t opened the vents to allow for some of the cooling breeze from the air conditioner to bring the temperature down. Sighing, she shrugged off her jacket and tried to make herself comfortable. Letting out a deep breath, Olivia shut her eyes, trying to cease her mental processes briefly so she could take a few calming breaths in and out.
Five minutes of this calming procedure, she opened her eyes once more.
This is going to be a long night.
Opening the top folder on the pile, Olivia grabbed some spare sheets of paper and one of the pens she had stuffed between the pages. Her eyes darted back and forth as she read all testimonials, skimmed the victimology and surveyed every single photo. Her right hand quickly went to work, scribbling down her thoughts and certain facts that would help her build a profile of the unsub.
Olivia dismissed anyone who came in to speak to her, including Jayden, while working Agent Marston was the type who liked to be seldom bothered; her mind needed to be left to work in the silence, to fit together the missing pieces of the puzzle. She made it clear to anyone who questioned her that she would not leave this room until a full profile was ready to be presented.
By 7:00am the next day. Olivia had gone through thirty lined pages, her hair messily tied up atop her head into a bun, the two earrings on either one of her ear lobes were removed and placed onto the table beside four empty Styrofoam cups, while the ring on her the top of her right ear was left in place. The one thing that seemed out of place was that despite the heat, Agent Marston left the sleeves of her dress shirt down to cover her arms completely, almost as if she was willing to be discomforted by the heat.
One last word was scribbled down before she slammed the pen down onto the table in success and.
She was finished.
Four cups of coffee, thirty pages and one long sleepless night later, Olivia was finally finished. She took a moment to allow the fingers of her left hand to massage her right, trying her best to reduce the cramping sensation that currently caused her pain. Despite the lack of sleep, her eyes were wide; it was obvious she was still riding the glorious caffeine high that got her though university.
Placing the four earrings back into their respective places on her ears, Olivia gathered her papers, stood up and ran out the door to find Agent Jayden. Smiling, she ran up to her superior, looking like a contented brownie girl guide that just earned her first scout-badge. “Jayden, I’m ready to present the profile. Please gather everyone in the conference room.” Olivia waited for SSA Jayden to once again assert his authority to get everyone together into the room and to also arrange to have Carson, Paige and Pendragon in some form of conference call so that they were able to receive the profile on their end as well. She stood in the room for some time, her arms cross beneath her chest, yet her right arm was elevated so her hand could resume toying with her pendant.
This was a make it or break it moment. This was going to set precedent for what her workers will think of her later, this was the first time Olivia was going to exhibit her skill. Today was the day she was going to prove that she deserved her place in the FBI.
SSA Carson, however, had spent the previous day running around with troublesome Paige, interviewing the families of the victims from Georgia, only to be met with countless dead ends. They needed more to work with.
Evan had Robert cross all the names of the people who purchased the printer with criminal records; but that still left out those who paid for the printer with cash. Regardless, he was still awaiting results.
He and Paige were at the office once again at 6:00am, busy wading through paperwork and going through the victimology once more, looking for any missing clues. Carson had been staring at the “crime board” set up in the conference room for about an hour, his mind throbbing every time his eyes darted back and forth.
The map wasn’t making any sense to him, it just wasn’t. He was about to take a break to get a much needed coffee when his phone went off. His heart jumped into his throat; having been in “the zone” for so long he had forgotten about Agents Jayden and Marston.
Upon having received the message from Jayden, he turned on his laptop and got into a conference call with Agent Jayden and Pendragon, he chose this because the use of the webcam will help him get a visual on what’s going on over on their end.
Carson called Agent Paige over and gathered the head officers at their branch. He was on just as much edge as Olivia was, mainly because he remembered arguing with Jayden earlier about Olivia’s credibility as a newcomer. This was going to be her defining moment, where she either validated or disproved Carson’s choice to have her work on this case.
Olivia waited patiently until she had everyone’s attention. She quickly glanced over her notes one last time before setting them aside, leaving her hands free to move about as she spoke. It would be for the best if she kept her mind off of just who was paying attention to her presentation and just focus on her ability to deliver.
One final deep breath.
Her mind got momentarily lost in the loud banter between officers in the room, her eyes glazing over while everyone filed into the room and took their seats. She could feel Jayden’s stern glare burning her skin; she couldn’t fuck this up, she just couldn’t. Straightening, Olivia snapped out of her trance and cleared her throat, causing a hush to fall over the room in an instant.
“I’m Special Agent Olivia Marston with the FBI. You were all called here because I have been able to finalize a profile given the information on the case thus far.”
Her dark eyes scanned the room as she paused, watching for any signs of disbelief amongst the masses. Naturally, there was. It wasn’t everyday someone like her would be standing in front of law enforcement, calling the shots.
The mere vision of herself in control scared her. She make a compromise with herself to keept his quick and to the point, the more time she wasted, the more time Chainsaw Jack had to recollect and find a new victim.
“Obviously by now you all know we’re looking for a male, somewhere in his mid to late thirties, possibly early forties. I highly recommend you thoroughly review the witness testimonial given with the report on one of the more recent victims. This case is an anomaly, mainly because when we’re dealing with a Caucasian unsub, we tend to see them go after people of their own ethnic background and they usually are very selective as to whom they prey upon. For instance, Ted Bundy only killed women who looked like the girl who rejected him in high school. This killer doesn’t care who he goes after: male, female, White, Black, Hispanic, tall, short; he’s all over the grid, which makes him highly unpredictable and extremely volatile.” She paused, taking in a shaky breath before continuing. Her eyes meet with Agent Jayden briefly, her stomach twisting in knots.
“We all know Chainsaw Jack is one sick puppy, but this could be attributed to substantial amounts of physical and or emotional abuse endured all though his childhood and into his adolescent years. Hence why he sent us a letter in which he indirectly referred to himself many times as a ‘victim’, as if he is the one who’s ‘suffering’. Judging by the massive amount of trauma done to the male victims, I believe that it was his father that was the abuser in his childhood. He feels that through his victims, he's getting revenge against his abuser and society who may have ignored his cries for help in the earlier stages of his life. The male victims suffered more lacerations, stab wounds and they had their skulls crushed in; this leads us to believe that the father was most likely abusive to the mother as well. If my profile is correct, he will slowly begin to avoid female victims altogether in his devolution, instead he will begin to focus more and more on male targets. I can guarentee his next victim will be male.”
Carson briefly turned away and quickly text messaged Robert, asking if he was recording this or taking some sort of notes, he would have a lot of work to go through when this was done. Putting away his phone, he then turned back to the screen, watching the female agent go about delivering the facts in a rather professional manner. A small content, yet cocky, smile tugged at the corner of his lips before he quickly smothered it. He knew if Jeremy saw his content, he would probably find an excuse to bring it up in a rather loud fashion so everyone on the other end could hear him.
Olivia Continued:
“He’s being haunted; he probably endured a large amount of stress sometime before the killings started, could be the loss of a job, the death of his mother, a divorce, anything. The timing and the magnitude of the stressor is crucial because not only will it give us insight to the motive, but it would also give us leverage when moving to extract some form of a confession out of him. He's getting tired, sooner or later he's gonna screw up. You’re going to be looking for someone who has had behavioural issues as an adolescent. Someone who’s had a history of violence, a kid who was constantly in trouble with authority; sometimes on a weekly, if not daily basis. He does have a criminal record, so you can exclude the suspects who have no previous convictions. Judging by the lack of sexual assault done to his victims, he is impotent; he kills to feel like he's in control. Although, I have extensive reason to believe that he is a sexual sadist. He gets off on the torture and the psychological damage he causes to his victims, he probably keeps them bound or in a cage the entire time he has them captured. He could even be a closeet homosexual, considering that he's switched between male and female victims.
"We need to tighten up the patrole on the streets, hand out parking tickets, get people for going a little over the speeding limit. The FBI was able to catch the Son of Sam just by issuing him a parking ticket, let's not discredit that method and put it into effect to increase our chances of catch Jack. He's bound to slip up sooner or later.”
Olivia was one to talk with her hands, each gesture changing elegantly as she spoke, adding some form of tangibility to her words.
“If you look at the first victim, he chose someone vulnerable, someone who can be easily lured away from watching eyes and large groups of people. He was sloppy and he was quick to dump the body in a place where no one else would dare to go. However, if you watch the pattern, he changes. He’s getting more confident, he’s devolving. His is going to get more and more dangerous as time goes on. He’s learned that cauterizing the wounds he inflicts on the victims will let them live longer so that he can torture them for longer periods of time. He also makes sure that he dismembers the dominant hand of the victim so that they are left significantly handicapped, but he also keeps the dominant hand as a trophy of his killing. He is enjoying the act of sadism, but at the same time he’s learning that it’s not filling the void the way he wanted it to, the gap between victims is shortening, we don’t have much longer until he hunts again. He went from being able to use some sort of ruse to lure people, but now he’s just taking them by force. Due to this devolution, he will eventually become more sloppy and careless, going from being a controlled, organized killer to just a junkie who needs his fix.”
“I’ve also noticed that he’s alternating between Florida and Georgia, hence why he hasn’t been caught. He's going in and out of jurisdictions, in so indicating that he has some sort of familiarity with the legal system at some point. What he does to his victims requires that he owns a place that is rather isolated from the general population. Judging by the traces of horse hair found on some of the victims, I would have to say that maybe he conducts the torture in a barn of some sort. A barn that is near the coast line, if not the coast line it would be near a body of water like a swamp. Also he would have multiple properties, maybe a barn Georgia and one in Florida as well as a residential location to aid in this facade that most sociopaths endure to look 'normal'. As for the body dump sites that don’t conform to the ‘norm’ of his behaviour, it’s simple to say that he did that to avoid being caught; but in a way, he is still keeping the attention on himself.”
Olivia was drawing a blank, she knew she had more to present, but due to her lack of sleep and the slowly dissipating caffeine high, she had completely forgot some of the facts that she had received. She took a moment to research her brain and look around, oping something would clue her in and cause her to remember where her train of thought was. She glanced towards the laptop Jayden had set down in the corner, her eyes squinting and allowing her to catch a glimpse of what looked like Agent Paige on the screen.
Attention....
“He likes the attention he’s getting, hence why he’s making it easier to find the bodies as time goes on. He likes the fame and the fact that there are hundreds of us scrambling to learn more about him. At this point he is willing to do anything for fame, even if it means that he has to go after a bigger target to prove his point. He gave us that letter and established a name for himself because he feels that by doing this his notoriety will go through the roof.”
“All his life he was starved of attention, and now that he’s getting this, he’s going to relish it for as long as he can. He probably works at a job that requires him to wear a uniform, where he gets very little, if any, validation from his superiors; much like the little validation he got from his father. If you want to draw him out in the open, don’t let him have that attention. He’s gotten a taste for it and he’s fixated on it. Take that away and it’ll drive him crazy. But tread cautiously, because it could have an explosive effect. If we want him to contact us again, keep his name out of the papers. Don't glorify him. I've dealt with patients who have suffered from delusions and granduer and the more you find ways to discredit them or make them think that they are truly lesser than they believe they are, their behavior will become irratic. Let's not call him 'Chainsaw Jack', but rather call him 'just another sensless murder who's craving attention.'”
A large door slamming caused Olivia to jolt back, her head turning towards the door where she saw one of the officers storm out of the office. Maybe taking a call?
Regardless, it caused Olivia to go completely blank, her mind no longer containing any conscious stream of thought, but rather just a blank screen.
Well, I guess this would be a good place to leave off.
The woman paused, her arms lowering to her sides before glancing around the room one last time.
“If any new pieces of evidence come to light, I will be sure to inform you all immediately. Thank you.”
With that, everyone rose from their seats and scrambled out of the room to conduct their tasks with the new bits of information given.
Olivia shut her eyes for a moment and took a few deep breaths. She was never one for public speaking; it just wasn’t something she normally did. Meanwhile, in the neighbouring state, Carson had straightened, clearing his throat and giving off a huge grin. “Was I right or what?”
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