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Post by UndeadDeadGuy on Aug 4, 2006 14:44:06 GMT -5
Located smack dab in the middle of Vegas, this police station is kept busy due to the large amounts of crime and illegal gambling in the city. Much of the station is devoted to the detective bureau, which leads investigations into drug trafficking and local mafia whereabouts.
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Post by Reaper on Oct 23, 2007 6:23:38 GMT -5
((Nathan Enters in handcuffs and unwillingly )) Nathan was escorted into the interrogation room after spending an hour in their holding cells. He was left in cuffs, and left in the room for almost thirty minutes longer until the detectives walked into the room. The younger one was carrying a box of items, and he took out each item one at a time. He placed them on the table in front of Nathan. First it was the stuff from his duffel bag, and then next row contained Angel's clothing that was brought from the morgue, and pictures taken from the scene as well as the morgue. Their was silence in the room until he slammed his hands down on the table. "Just tell me one thing," he said his words more demanding than anything else. "What kind of sick bastard keeps a dead body with them." He opened the file and threw it in front of Nathan on the table. "Says she's been dead at least a good week. What the hell, man? How did you manage to carry around a corpse for this long? How did you get it in the plane? How did you get it into the hotel? Come on Mr Conners. Answer my questions?" his demands where more harsh than anything else. "That's enough Detective Richards," the older man said as he walked into the room. He looked at Nathan and then back to his partner. "The autopsy report reads that she had a small trace of an unknown poison in her body. More than likely a great deal more if you wouldn't have drained her body of blood. He also suspects that's why the body isn't ridged or the blood isn't clotted," he explained as he looked back at Nathan. "My name is Detective Higgins. I want to help you, but I can't do that until you tell me the truth. I mean the whole truth, and then maybe we can see about getting a lighter sentence for you."
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Post by Gabriel on Oct 23, 2007 11:43:44 GMT -5
Nathan looked up at the men with a smile, but it wasnt a regular smile... "you want to help me? thats laughable... i was imprisoned by umbrella for 12 years... hoping that someone would help me... and after i finally escape them here i am, being held for murder... WHEN I KILLED NO ONE?!" he screamed as he Grabbed the cuffs and Snapped them, standing up to face them men, his eyes shifting color and Glowing incandeciantly. "now you two listen closely to me... take me to the hospital. i dont want to hurt you, you two are only doing your job. but if you can take me there i can prove a great many things... if you refuse to take me be prepared for the consiquences... because you will not keep me here."
All nathan could do was wait and see if he would have to fight... and he hoped to god he didnt. but still he Clawed his right arm, preparing to have to kill them to get to angel... she was in great pain... he could feel it just like it was happening to him. he could not take it anymore. he Jumped at the men and slammed his arm into them, knocking them away and into a wall, they fell... out cold. "im sorry... but i will return to explain it all." was all he said before he left the room. he kept his back to the wall and peaked around the corner... it was all clear, so he took off. it was a fairly small station and he made it to the lobby, but he was stopped by three officers. "DONT MOVE CONNORS!" they called... but he ran anyway... his will to urge them to help being eaten by his need to save angel.
he ran outside and then let his power take hold on him. Running at a speed that was not human as he headed towards the hospital. "HANG ON ANGEL!!! IM COMMING!" he screamed out as he ran, pumping his arms for as much speed as he could muster.
((Nathan is now at the Hospital))
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Post by Rhinn on Apr 6, 2011 10:52:03 GMT -5
[Entering the Police Station from Still Creek's Quarantine Zone]
Vegas was as different from Still Creek as night was from day. No zombies roamed the area... in fact the infection seemed to think that Sin City was beyond their realm. Of course it could do with the kill teams that patrolled around the city, killing any zombies that got into the kill zone. Lilly was stopped no less than 3 times and checked out. Even with her badge, they begrudgingly let her through.
Though there were no zombies in Vegas, that didn't mean that it wasn't dangerous. With the end of the world, the city was run by the mobsters and organized crimes. Cops were tolerated here as they helped to keep the peace, but they held no real power.
Pulling up to the station, Lilly pulled through to the compound that the cruisers were kept in and put it in park and turned off the car. It would be safe here. She looked over at Adam.
"If you have any weapons on you, leave them here. They aren't to high on civilians having weapons on them in there. Stick to me and we can get you some new clothes and see if we can get some more weapons or some ammo."
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Post by Rhinn on Apr 13, 2011 10:30:41 GMT -5
Lilly was stopped at the door. She relinquished her sidearm and then gave the officer her badge and papers. It would take them a while to process her to make sure she was who she said she was, but then she'd have access to their facilities.
With the world in the state that it was in, the lines between jurisdictions were blurred out or just plain gone. An officer was an officer was an officer... no matter what city or town they were from. It was like it was one big station that spread across America.
While she waited, she observed what was going on in the station. It was different from the towns she had been in so far. From what she could tell, zombies were not a threat here... no the big threat was organized crime. The police really had their hands tied because most of the protection from the zombies came from the mobsters. If not for them, then Vegas would be overrun in short order. The police here filled a secondary role as peacekeepers in the streets, but everyone knew who ran the town.
Still, that didn't mean they were doing some good. The police responded to all calls and investigated all crimes... there were just some that were closed out pretty quickly with no investigation.
It was just over an hour later that the desk sargeant came over, holding her gun and her badge. She took them and holstered her sidearm and put her badge back on her belt.
"Glad to have you here, Dectective Duncan. Are you looking to transfer or just passing through?
There was a sound of hope that ran through his voice... he wanted her to stay.
"You know, I really hadn't figured that out. I'm following up on a lead of survivors from the Los Angeles area, but this place does have some perks... not being eaten at night by zombies is one of them."
The desk sargeant smiled and motioned for her to follow him. "You can use this desk here for your research and anything else you need, just let us know. Did you bring anything else here?"
"I have an AR-15 out in the cruiser along with ammunition, food and gas. I'm driving an unmarked cruiser and there was some damage done to the gas tank."
"Well, after you finish here, if you want you can take the car to our repair area and they'll give it a once over."
The desk sargeant walked a way and then stopped. "Welcome to Vegas. Please don't stick your nose in places it doesn't belong." Then he was gone.
Lilly was a little surprised by that comment, but she just took it as it was given... a little warning not to pry around. She realized the mob probably had police officers on their payroll. She felt ill aobut it, but she knew it was an necessary evil. She sat down at the computer and activated it.
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Post by Rhinn on Apr 19, 2011 10:57:09 GMT -5
Lilly rubbed her eyes, trying to stem the fatigue and burning sensation that came with staring at a computer screen for the last 4 hours.
First she had searched her email and facebook pages, looking for a posting from her family to say that they were okay... nothing. Then she had searched through the police database trying to find any information on the area they were going to... Again Nada.
They had been heading towards the cabin they owned in the mountains but had never arrived. She had almost given up hope until she decided to track their cell phone usage and their credit cards. The phones came up negative, but her sister's credit card had been used in the last 24 hours... in Raccoon City at an Apple Inn.
What the hell were they doing there. Granted their cabin was in the mountains to the north, but why the hell would they go to ground zero of the infection?
Nothing made sense but Lilly knew that there was only one way to find out... she had to go to there.
Standing up and stretching, she shut down the terminal and then made her way to the desk sargeant. He looked up and smiled.
"What can I do for you, little lady?"
She smiled. "I need to get to your armory and see if I can change out some weapons and get some cases."
"Sounds like you are going to start a war. Where you going?"
"Raccoon City."
The Sargeant's eyes bulged and his face turned red. "Are you kidding?"
"Nope, I have to find my family and less than 24 hours ago, their credit card was used there."
"That was 24 hours ago. They could be dead or worse."
"I know, but until I'm sure, I won't sleep well. I'll always wonder."
The Sargeant looked at her and nodded. "The armory is by the motor pool. I'll also put a call into a friend at the airport in Raccoon City to get you a ride." He scribbled down something on a piece of paper and handed it to Lilly.
"Give that to the officer at the armory. He'll get you want you need."
"Thank you. And for what its worth. If I can't find them, then I'll probably come back here."
The Sargeant nodded, but he didn't expect her to come back.
Lilly took the paper down to the armory and handed it over. The officer looked at it and then nodded.
"What do you need?"
"I want to trade in this Ruger 9mm for something with a little more power. I also need something small with some stopping power and some cases to carry them on a plane."
The officer nodded and brought over a Sig P229, 40 cal with three 15 round mags and 100 rounds. Then he handed her a case for her AR-15. The last thing he brought over was a small shotgun that had a pistol handle and sawed off barrel.
"This is Super Shorty. It only holds 4 shells but it will be effective in the short range." The put that in the case and gave her a box of 12 shells."
She smiled and shoved the P229 in her holster and handed over the extra clips and the 9mm ammo. Then she tossed him the keys to her ride. "Keep it safe for me."
"Will Do."
Lilly left the armory and made her way out to the sidewalk. A police cruiser was there and took her to the airport.
[leaving vegas police station, bound for Raccoon City Airport via Vega Airport]
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Post by Rhinn on Feb 22, 2012 17:12:08 GMT -5
[Enter Dahlia at the LVPD]
Dahlia ducked under the arm of the zombie that advanced on her. Before it could turn and attack her, she kicked out with her booted heal, catching it in the neck. The rotten flesh gave way, letting the force of her kick connect with the spinal cord. There was an audible snap and the zombie’s head leaned in on her boot. She quickly pulled back away from the zombie as it fell to the ground, its head barely attached to the body. She took a deep breath before she turned to address the small crowd that was seated around the edges of the mat, behind a protective shield. Most were civilians, with a few of the newer police officers mixed in, with expressions ranging from horrified and sheer terror, to a sick sort of fascination.
She was in the Vegas Police Station’s training facility. They had decided to trade services… she would teach people how to handle zombies if they didn’t have a weapon… and the police wouldn’t hold her in jail for being drunk and attacking an officer.
“So you see, I didn’t use my hands or arms to strike, I used my legs. The reason for that is that they carry more power which can be used to break bones and they give me a longer reach so that the zombie can’t grab my arms.”
She slapped her forearms and her biceps. “These are your weakness. If they grab them, you are dead. If they bite or scratch them, you are dead. The only way to get away is to fall down… and you never want to be on your back when they are that close. You’re dead. Use your legs and feet to do the work for you. If you can’t lift your leg that high, then the knee joints are the next best target. If it can’t walk, it’s mobility will be greatly restricted. Oh yeah, those sandles that most of you are wearing”, she pointed down to most of the people. “Get rid of them. You want a pair of hiking boots or military leather boots. Something they can’t bite through.”
She looked around the room. “By the way, that zombie is still dangerous.” She kicked over the head to see that head was staring at her, jaws clicking. She brought her heel down on it, crushing the skull, killing it.
“Any questions?”
A small woman holding on to a young child raised her hand. Her voice was a bit timid. “What if there are more than one zombie?”
Everyone looked at the woman and then over at Dahlia. Dahlia regarded the woman and then the child she was holding.
“Then you run”, she said flatly. There was a little bit of laughter in the audience at her answer, but she stared them down until they were quiet. “You run”, she repeated. “I’m not teaching you how to conquer the world and rid the world of the undead. I’m teaching you how to keep yourself alive, and” here she pointed at the little child, “your children. You never want to be outnumbered by the undead.”
The crowd was silent and thoughtful. The young woman nodded and then looked down at her child. At this point Officer Reynolds stepped forward.
“Thank you Dahlia… now for those that are interested, we’ve come out with a list of things that you should have in your house and what type of weapons you should have to defend yourself.”
Two officers began to bring out tables and stack on it items that should be in every emergency kit. At the other end of the the facility, officers and instructors waited to take a group of participants down to the shooting range to talk about weapons and how to shoot them.
As Dahlia stood back Reynolds approached. “That was quite good. The use of a zombie was dangerous though.”
Dahlia shook her head. “You got to train against the real thing or else the importance of it is lost.” She smiled a bit. “Plus, if I had done that to one of your officers, I’d be looking at more jail time.”
Reynolds laughed. “That is true. Well, if you change your mind, we could use you here on the force. They way the world is right now, our restrictions are fairly lax.”
Dahlia smiled but shook her head. “If I am needed here, then we are in a bigger mess than we can recover from. Still, I’ll keep it in mind. Am I free to go?”
Reynolds nodded. “Yes, your community service is done. Just don’t beat up more police officers… and stay off the sauce. You can pick up your equipment in the motor pool with your motorcycle.”
“Thanks. See ya around.”
With that Dahlia left the training facility. It was just a short time later, that she had picked up her SIG and MP5 and ammo and her motorcycle that she was slowly making her way out of the police parking lot.
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