The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
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New Jersey. Never in his life did Detective Jorge Cervantes ever believe that he would find himself driving into New Jersey. The unfortunate fact is, though, that it was business that forced him to come out here. Normally Jorge preferred to stay pretty close to home, especially after his last incident with driving out of the city. He still had the occasional nightmare about a killer apple following him home and attempting to devour him in his sleep. But for this incident, the detective made an exception.
For months now, a case has been baffling him. A college student was found dead in an alley awhile back, but with no signs of what actually caused her death. The only reason the case found its way onto his desk was that the victim was a mutant, but the circumstances of the cause also screamed for attention. Toxicology could find nothing, witnesses swear up and down that the girl was not the type to take her own life, but then again that was said for most suicide victims. But the fact seemed to be especially true for this one. Anyways, the case had grown cold, with no leads, no suspects, no idea what happened...until he did some research.
For a good while now, Jorge had been pouring over old cold case files, trying to find something anything that looked familiar. For some reason the case sounded perfect for a serial case but up until yesterday, there had been nothing concrete, it was only a hunch. Then he saw it, a file that was eerily similar to the one that he was working on. It had all the earmarks that his case had: young mutant girl, found dead on discovery, unknown motive. It was a long shot but it was the best chance he had to cracking the case.
And it all started here…The Tiger Kitten Gentlemen’s Club.
His sleek, black Chevy Impala pulled into the driveway and he parked next to one of the many anonymous vehicles. Jorge had never been one for strip clubs, though he had been to a couple back in Miami with the guys on the force. The usual reason for going was simply to make a bust, rarely for off hours business. Tonight would be no different. Instead the man sought answers and he hoped and prayed he would not be stonewalled.
As he slipped out of his car, the bright flashes from the neon purple and pink lights of the signs glared in his eyes. The “animated” tiger’s paw blinked on and off, attempting to be provocative, yet only succeeded in being irritating. He already figured the place for being a dump that only showcased life hardened bartenders and female dancers that had no business being on a stage. Thankfully, or so he hoped, he would not be here for long, then again eight months is a long time in strip club years. Who knows how many people are still around from back then, or who has moved on?
With a sigh, the grizzle detective, dressed in his brown leather jacket, dark blue jeans and a black shirt underneath, moved towards the club. The dull colored building with the flashing neon lights, only served so show how much of an eye sore it was. The windows were painted with more alluring, cartoon-like images of half-cat/half-human females, but the chipping away facades and smiles from weather conditions and neglectful upkeep only served to make the place look more demonic than heavenly.
Yet…the place was still a successful business.
“Takes all kinds,” the detective uttered as he finally reached for the bronze door handle, pulled it open and slipped inside.
The thick smoke that filled the air made the man squint his eyes tightly. The clouds of thick special effects smoke from the stage and loud, hip moving music assaulted the detective’s sense. For a split second he felt a little topsy-turvy, but it did not take long for him to acclimate himself to the environment. Places like this abound in Miami and he went to all of them when he used to work vice, he just had to remember what it was like in them.
Stepping through the clouds and ignoring the dancing women on stage, he passed by several individuals, all of which paid him not the slightest bit of attention. The blaring music and the cascade of lights on stage drew all of their attentions to the latest “entertainment” that hustled left and right. The waterbending officer ignored this and immediately made his way to the bar, bypassing leering, ogling patrons. As he stepped up, he motioned to get the bartender’s attention, a woman.
“What’ll ya have?” she asked.
Jorge smiled politely as he pulled out his wallet and gave her a glimpse at his badge. “Just some answers…about an incident that happened here eight months ago.”
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((OOC. Gracie is the name of who Miri is portraying in the strip club.))
Gracie had been working at this place for over a year now. She had seen girls come and go and men come and go. She had been here for what felt like an eternity, but today it was all finnily going to be over if Jonny did what she thought he was going to. Today would her last day being oggaoo at and showing far more of herself to people then she ever thought she would. Today would be the last day in this hell hole and she couldn’t be happier. Sher could finily go home to her Juliet and be happy again.
Gracie looked at herself in the lit mirror and fixed the final touches on her makeup. It was thick and vaguely attractive. She had far to much glitter on her eyes and if you looked closely you could see the caked on foundation. Oh what we did so we could be seen on the stage. She sighed as she heard Marsha’s music start, which meant she wasn’t on for another half hour. That gave her enough time to inicently hover over Jonny until he made the exchange.
She got up and headed out for the bar to try and look like she was getting a drink and talk with Anna, while all the while keeping a close eye on her ‘boyfriend.’
>> Just some answers…about an incident that happened here eight months ago.
“Sorry I wasn’t here 8 months ago.”
“I was here 8 months ago.” Gracie spoke with a thick Brooklyn accent and had a rather high pitch girly voice, “Anna can I have a wauta?”
“Sure thing Gracie.” Anna walked away to get said drink at the other end of the bar.
“Thanks hun,” Gracie turned to the tall man, “Looking for someone who you fell for the last time you were here? Cause I can tell ya I’m the only one still around. All the other gurls moved on, but I would be happy ta,” Gracie looked him up and down provocatively, help you with anything that ails ya.”
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>> “I was here 8 months ago.”[/i]
The question was directly taken out his hands and planted in front of this woman who had just interjected herself into the conversation. A glance over and Jorge had to pause for a second. She was quite stunning, a bit more so than he had originally expected for a place like this. It made him wonder for a moment what her story was. He always wondered things like that when it came to women at these types of establishments. Most were horrible stories in which they got inducted into the life at an early age and simply could not get out again. Those were the ones that wore their sons on their scarred skin. This woman, however, seemed just slightly different.
He hoped that she was just experimenting with the field and would get out quickly, instead of get trapped by the life.
>> “Thanks hun…Looking for someone who you fell for the last time you were here? Cause I can tell ya I’m the only one still around. All the other gurls moved on, but I would be happy ta…help you with anything that ails ya.” [/i]
“Thanks,” he said with a small smirk as he turned to face her. “Tempting offer, but I’m in a happily, monogamous relationship.” He turned back to the bartender. “Just a water as well, please.”
He casually ran his fingers through his hair as he faced the woman who had just addressed him again. So, she was the only left her in the past eight months? It was a good thing he came in now rather than later. It would have been a bad sign for this whole trip to have been for nothing. There was always the possibility that the woman knew nothing at all about the incident, but just the simple fact that she was here gave him the hope that maybe, just maybe she might be able to give him something pertaining to the case. It was a long shot, but his gut told him that this would pan out.
Hand in his pocket, he brought out his badge again and flashed the golden shield at the newcomer. The bartender had said the woman’s name was Gracie. Nice name.
“Gracie, if you’ll forgive my forwardness,” he said as he slipped his badge back into his pocket. “My name is Detective Cervantes, NYPD. I’m just investigating a death that occurred here about eight months ago. A young woman, a mutant, was found dead on these premises. I’m here checking up to see if anyone remembers anything unusual about that case. Do you recall this? The girl when by the dancer name Honey Bee.”
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>>Gracie, if you’ll forgive my forwardness. My name is Detective Cervantes, NYPD. I’m just investigating a death that occurred here about eight months ago. A young woman, a mutant, was found dead on these premises. I’m here checking up to see if anyone remembers anything unusual about that case. Do you recall this? The girl when by the dancer name Honey Bee.
Oh great a cop. I need to get him out of the way before Johnny notices. Gracie glanced over to the miner mob member, who seemed to be going about business as usual and didn’t even notice this moron say he was NYPD or flash his badge. If he got spooked it could ruin the whole operation and she may have to spend another year in this hell whole. there was no way that an idiot cop from the city, that was investigating an 8 month old murder case, was going to stop her from spending the night in her Manhattan apartment that she missed so much.
Gracie put on her sweetest most helpful looking smile, “I ‘ave a bit of an odd question. Will you come into the back with me? We ‘ave to keep up pretences ya know? My boss Johnny wouldn’t appreeceiate a cop wawlkin’ round askin’ questions durrin business hours, ya know what I mean?”
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>> “I ‘ave a bit of an odd question. Will you come into the back with me? We ‘ave to keep up pretences ya know? My boss Johnny wouldn’t appreeceiate a cop wawlkin’ round askin’ questions durrin business hours, ya know what I mean?”
“Yeah, no problem.” he smiled back appreciatively.
Though Jorge felt a little weird about ducking away into a back room of a strip joint with a stripper, he had to admit this was at least the first break he’s had in a long time. The case had been driving him nuts and if this woman knew anything, anything at all can could be of assistance, he could at least consider that a victory. Sometimes the smallest bit of evidence could be the most helpful in the long run…at least that is what he liked to believe. He had to believe in something, after all.
With a nod, he stood and, carrying his glass of water, followed the stripper wherever it was that she was leading him. Normally cop training told him never be alone when questioning someone, but the fact was that this case was so old and with no one around to remember the incident, he doubted that he was in much danger. He hoped so, anyways.
The detective was quiet as he followed the scantily clad woman, dodging around patrons and ignoring the catcalls from other women who were trying to making and extra bit of cash from the older stranger. Normally Jorge was a sucker for charity cases and admired hard-working women, but none of what they did fit his style. Via Con Dios he would say and move past without another glance at them. He did not judge them though, no, every person had the right to make their own way in the world in any way they felt they needed to. They were just working a 9-to-5 job the same as he was…
Well..not exactly the same. Jorge doubted he could hang upside down from a pole, wearing a golden, sequence thong.
His head tilted a bit as he watched another woman on stage, he quickly brought himself back to reality when he saw his witness walk a bit further ahead of hm. He sighed, cleared his throat and took a sip of his water as he jogged to catch up to her. There was no telling whether this will lead anywhere, but the least he could do was try. Women were dying by some psychopaths hands. He needed to find out the connection now…
“Gracie, thank you again for taking the time,” he said as he caught up to her and walked by her side. “Any information you can provide will be of great assistance.”
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>>Gracie, thank you again for taking the time. Any information you can provide will be of great assistance.
Gracie led the detective through the club to a curtain hanging on the back wall of the club. She pulled it back and took the detective by the hand, leading him through the entrance and into the small black room. There was a small red couch on the wall and a pole in the center of the empty space. Gracie pulled NYPD boy over to the couch and pushed him down onto it and then held out her hand, “There are cameras everywhere in this place. I need you to give me 20 bucks. Like I said we need to keep up pretences.”
The cop went to protest but was cut of by Gracie pressing her figure to his mouth, “Shhh.” She moved to straddle his legs and sit in his lap, leaning real close to his ear so no one could hear but them; and the people on the other end of her com-link, “You have walked into an ongoing FBI investigation that should be ending tonight. If you mess this up and spook Johnny Famigliano I swear to Gawd that I will have you charged with obstruction and thrown in jail.” Gracie’s voice changed, it became lower and her accent became a lot less thick.
She pulled away from him and started pretending to give him a dance while still talking low, “What are you going to do is go into the bathroom that is attached to this room and clean yourself up until I or someone else on my team comes and gets you. Understand?”
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Nothing more was said between the two as he was lead into a curtained off air towards the back of the club. The detective did not prefer to conduct business in such a way, but if she had to keep up appearances for the boss man, then so be it. The last thing he wanted to be responsible for was some stripper being beaten or harmed for talking to a police officer about private matters. So if he would have to keep up the charade of a paying customer then so be it. It was all in the line of work.
Though there was no reason for Gemma to have to know about this.
It was then that this woman’s domineering attitude surfaced and Jorge found himself being shoved back into a red, cushioning chair that he doubted was very sanitary. He remembered thinking to himself, as his hands grazed the soft material, that he would have to make sure to quickly disinfect them. There was doubt in his mind as to whether most of the surfaces here were touchable, then again this is a man who has worked vice and has seen some of the most decrepit conditions known to mankind. At least this place had a fresh scent of Febreeze air freshener.
>> “There are cameras everywhere in this place. I need you to give me 20 bucks. Like I said we need to keep up pretences.”
A brow arched as he heard this statement. He wondered if it were really for pretenses or if she were actually trying to get money for her information. Whatever the case, he did say that he would play along, so therefore, he would have to. With a slight nod, he reached into his coat and removed his wallet from within. As he opened it and moved the bills around he winced as he looked up at her.
“Sorry, looks like all I got is a couple of ones. I got a debit card, if you take that.” he muttered as he counted down five dollars. For a moment he wondered what a five dollar lap dance would consist of before he moved around another dollar and found a crisp twenty nestled inside. “Oh, never mind,” he said with a small smile as he pulled out the twenty dollar bill and handed it over.
But as he began to slip his wallet back into his pocket, he found himself being shoved back in his seat and the woman straddling his legs. He tried to make it know that she need not get too close, after all, all she needed to do was whisper the information, but she silenced him quickly.
>> “Shhh.”[/i]
This was definitely a most precarious situation for the detective. He had to keep the façade for the woman’s sake, but at the same time, she was getting a little close. It was not that he was shy or anything, but in the back of his mind he began to wonder whether or not this woman actually had any information. It would not be the first time that someone claimed false information for the police in order to gain money, protection, or what have you. But before he went too far with his suspicions, he watched as the woman pressed in close and began to whisper into his ear…
>> “You have walked into an ongoing FBI investigation that should be ending tonight. If you mess this up and spook Johnny Famigliano I swear to Gawd that I will have you charged with obstruction and thrown in jail.” [/i]
Now the man was not expecting to hear the lyrical tones and voice of an angel when she began to whisper. He was not waiting for the chimes of gentle bells or the soft plucking of harp strings when the woman spoke. What the man was hunting for was information…not a threat. Yet that is exactly what he got from the obviously irritated woman who managed to play her part rather well. For a second he was not sure how to react. Maybe she was playing around and this was her idea of a game in order to mess with the police detective. But as he stared into those eyes he knew every word of it was true. He gave himself a mental face slap for walking in on this. Of course, the one day he chose to walk into this place.
Nothing good ever comes from leaving New York he thought, almost screamed into his brain.
Mutely he nodded his head that he understood so far what she had said…though the whisper added to her accent did make it difficult.
>> “What are you going to do is go into the bathroom that is attached to this room and clean yourself up until I or someone else on my team comes and gets you. Understand?” [/i]
He nodded again in understanding and sighed a little. For a moment he wanted to just get up and leave but his officer's instinct kicked in. How many people had been duped by stories like that. His brow arched again and he looked the woman squarely in the eye. "I assume you have a badge to go with that statement. Falsely identifying yourself as a Federal agent is a punishable offense you know?”
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>>I assume you have a badge to go with that statement. Falsely identifying yourself as a Federal agents is a punishable offense you know?
“Do you really think I have a place to carry a badge in this,” Gracie moved back while still sitting in his lap to show him the lack of clothing she was wearing, “And even if I did I wouldn’t. I am undercover in the mob moron if I carried my badge and they found it they would kill me. So, no. I don’t have a badge on me.” Gracie paused as she heard chatter in her ear telling her that Johnny’s friends had arrived and he was now on the move. This would be a great time to go offer him something to drink.
“I’m not fighting with you on this.” Gracie pulled the cop off of the couch and threw him into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. She looked around the room and quickly used the one chair to lock him in by putting it under the doorknob she he couldn’t’ move it.
Gracie moved through the bar to the office popping in to see if her ‘boyfriend’ was alright before she went on stage.
She entered the room and leaned on the back of Johnny Famigliano’s chair, “Hey Baby. Can I get you and ya friends somethin?”
“You can get out. That’s what you can do.” The man to Johnny’s left spoke for him.
Gracie looked at the man that had spoken, “Excuse you. I was asking Johnny, Thank you.” Gracie’s words were filled with attitude and annoyance. She was not going to take that from anyone.
“Babe he’s right. We are in the middle of a very important meeting. I will come find ya later capisce?”
“Whatever you say babe.” Gracie leaned down and shared a kiss with the amateur mobster before looking back to the group and making sure to get a glance at everything on the table, “See ya boys.”
With that she turned and left, having everything she needed to call in her team, who was waiting patiently outside.
“Alright boys it looks like a go.” Gracie moved over to the stage and hoped up on it making a motion for the DJ to keep playing the music and he did so without a complaint and looked on with confusion. Actually everyone looked on with confusion as a group of men with FBI jackets came running in.
“About time you boys got here.” Gracie hopped off the stage and walked over to the group who had their guns silently pointed at the room.
“Lookin’ good Castle.”
Gracie took the offered gun and moved over to the office door once more, “Oh Please.”
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>> “Do you really think I have a place to carry a badge in this… And even if I did I wouldn’t. I am undercover in the mob moron if I carried my badge and they found it they would kill me. So, no. I don’t have a badge on me.”[/color]
“Touche,” he replied.
Damn, she has an attitude. That was all Jorge could think as he watched this woman admonish him for asking a stupid question. In reality, it was a stupid question. He had to admit that much about it. With what she was wearing there was no way she could hide a badge anywhere one her, especially if she were so deep undercover.
For a moment, Jorge did want to apologize but then he watched she became rigid and seemed to be listening intently to something that he could not hear. He compared her to something not unlike a prairie dog, standing upright and listening for the danger of approaching predators. Not that he would ever want to see a prairie dog in a stripper’s undergarments. But as he watched her, confused for a moment and trying to decide whether or not he believed anything that she was telling him, she took the decision away from him.
>> “I’m not fighting with you on this.”
“Hey! What the hell…?”
Just as he was standing when she got off of him, the woman had managed to grip his arm pretty roughly and swing him in such a way that he stumbled into the nearby bathroom she had attempted to get him to go into earlier. The women definitely had some strength, but it was more a matter of surprise that had gotten him into such a predictiment. He was lucky that he did not lose his foot, but instead managed to catch himself against the bathroom sink. As he refocused and looked up, though, he found that door fly shut with a resounding SLAM! in the room.
Awestruck. That was the only way to describe the look on Jorge’s face as he stood there, trying to recount everything that just happen. He had only come in here following an old lead to a past case and all of a sudden he is being given a lap dance, threatened with obstructing an Federal case, being verbally accosted by a stripper, and now thrown into a bathroom!
"You've got to be kidding me," he said as he looked around to assess his situation.
Either this was exactly as she said, or it was some elaborate scheme to mug him or sell his kidney on the black market! With a growl the man stood and made his way to the door and began to try and pry it open. He knocked loudly, shouted to the other side but none of it seemed to make any difference. It must have been jammed somehow with something on the other side.
The detective shook his head as he stepped back, counted to three and attempted to ram his shoulder into the door. One!...Two!...Three! Three times he threw himself at that door to no avail accept for a little give, but not enough to really cause him an joy. His shoulder radiated pain and inwardly he cursed himself for leaving his gun in his car. He should have definitely known better than that. Another few steps back and the man sighed as he looked around the small, nondescript bathroom that had that slight smell of cleanser in the air. At least that was a plus.
But as he looked about, he immediately noticed the sink and an idea came to him. It would have to be his only way out of here if these people were planning something nefarious.
He reached out towards the sink and flicked the water faucet on. He sighed in relief that it began to run and immediately he could feel that surge, that connection with the water he so trusted and kept as his ally. Hand stretched out, the man sighed as he took a firm grip of it with his powers and summoned it to his aide. The water responded and gurgled forward and swirling around him in a riot of droplets, strings and withering, snake-like forms of the clear liquid. Turning towards the door, his fists clenched, Jorge then pushed out with both hands.
The water responded.
There was a sound of collision as the man forced a powerful, beating jet of water into one of the edge of the door that he had been managed to barely pry open. His mind focused, he kept pouring as much water into it as he could, being reminded of his weekend get away with Gemma. He had managed to control a lot more water than this so surprisingly he found this rather easy. So with little effort the detective kept his eyes on the doorframe and pushed as much water against it as he could.
Already he could see one edge of it beginning to buckle and creak against his onslaught.
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Gracie opened the closed door and came rushing into the room followed by 5 other agents, “Jonathan Famigliano and company you are under arrest for intent to complete an illegal act.” The agents began cuffing the group as Gracie read them their rights, “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to speak to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney then one will be appointed for you. Do you understand these rights as they have been read to you?”
“Gracie... baby... what are you doing? This is some kind of joke right?”
“I’m sorry Johnny babe but this is real and you are being arrested by the FBI. Oh and the name’s Special Agent Miri Castle. So do you understand or not?”
“Um…” Johnny looked at Miri like she was crazy, “Yeah I guess.”
“What about the rest of ya?” Each man that had been in the room made an affirmative action to show he understood, “Alright boys take ‘em away.”
Miri followed the cuffed men and agents out of the room into the now silent and brightly lit bar. The overheads had been turned on and the music turned off in the few minutes it had taken them to get the mobsters from the office.
“Maybe you should come into work like that every day Castle.”
“Shouldn’t you tell that to your wife Kellerman?” Miri smirked at the other agent and stared looking around. It seemed that her men had everything under control, which meant she could go in the back and change, “Hey Kellerman you’re in charge for a minute, I want to go change. Can you coordinate the witnesses out here and I will get the dancers from the back.” With that Miri walked in the direction of the dressing room door on the other end of the bar.
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Splaaaaaaaaaaaash! Thud!![/i]
It took a lot of effort but Jorge had managed to bust open the door using his abilities. The water had push open the very edge of the door, just enough to let in the thick air from outside in the private room. Once the door was open, Jorge let the water fall with a splash onto the tiled floor. The water dripped and gleamed from all the solid surfaces that it had pressed itself against, forming thick puddles on the ground.
Jorge stepped back for a moment as he stared at the door, almost as if waiting for that stripper or someone else to come charging in after him. But after a moment when he realized that no one would be showing up, the detective took a cautious step forward. His shoes clicked dully on the tiled floor as he walked, stepping over puddles until he finally arrived at the entrance. He pressed himself against the door and listened intently. He could hear some hustle and bustle, but it was nothing he could really identify. Whatever was happening out there, but have been pretty big but he had no clue what.
“Only one way to find out,” he muttered to himself.
Hands on the door, Jorge grunted as he shoved and found the door quickly giving way under his pressure. He pushed and shoved until finally he had the door open enough for him to slip through. The chair on the other side tipped over, cracked and stressed from the force he had exerted onto it. It fell soundlessly onto the carpeted floor as he crept out and looked around the empty room where the woman had led him. The curtain was drawn and there was obviously no sign of her anywhere in there. But what was most startling…was the quiet. There was few, if any talking, and all the music had died down.
“Just…what the hell is going on…?”
It was then that he carefully reached out and drew the curtain to the backroom aside. And the sight that greeted him was indeed a surprising one.
Men in suits, some in bulletproof vests, others looking pretty casual, ran around, escorting people out of dangers away, while others were being arrested. Jorge must have looked pretty silly standing there in front of the private room, simply watching as people ran about in a buzz of busyness. Now he really began to believe that stripper’s words. Maybe she really was part of the FBI and he had inadvertently wandered into a bust.
Perfect he thought to himself when one of the agents seemed to take notice of him.
“Sir, I need you to come with me. Who are you?” he asked sternly.
“Easy, cowboy,” he said as he put his hands up. “I’m a police detective with the NYPD. I’m only here following a lead on a separate case. My badge is in my right, inside, coat pocket.”
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“Alright ladies I need your attention.” There were only about 5 girls left in the dressing room, which wasn’t odd considering that that was all worked on a nightly basis.
“Oh my Gawd Gracie what’s going on out there? I mean is that really the FBI? Are they gonna throw Johnny in jail?”
“Yes that is the FBI. I have been undercover her for over a year waiting to bust Famigliano for racketeering. We all know that this place is a mob front and we have all seen things pass through these doors that shouldn’t.” As if on cue, the girls shot off questions all at once. So much so that you couldn’t hear one over the other, “Girl. Girls. All of your questions will be answered in time, but in the mean time I need you all to get dressed and go out onto the floor. We need to take you all up to the city for questioning. I know this is inconvenient but if you need to make arrangement for kids and whatnot you can call them on the way. I will see all of you outside in 10 minutes.”
Miri was back on the floor, fully clothed, in no time and made a b-line for her good old partner and handler for the past year, Kellerman, “So wha’d I miss?”
“Well… Matters has the computer out and he’s taking down the information from all the patrons, so we can call them in if we need to. Most of them have been weeded out and whatnot…. Um… Famigliano and his boys are already on their way to the city and the employees that were out here are already getting ready to leave in the van. I told them all that they would be brought back here sometime tomorrow once they have all been questioned. And that guy over there,” Kellerman pointed to the cop that Miri had forgotten, “claims that he is with the NYPD on some case that happened here. Patterson’s talking to him and took down his badge number. Do you have any idea what he’s talkin’ about?”
“Damnit! I completely forgot about him.” Miri rubbed her temples in annoyance, “Yeah, he came around askin about a murder that happened like 8 months ago… You know… that one that wasn’t mob related.”
“You mean the one where we let the Jersey cops deal with it and then you thought that the Famigliano’s payed the guy off to keep his mouth shut about it.”
“That’s the one.”
“Why’s he askin about that?”
“I haven’t the foggiest. All I know is he that he came in here asking questions and flashing his badge so I fed him some cock and bull story about keeping up appearances and ended up locking him in the backroom so he wouldn’t spook our favorite mobster. That guy could have ruined an entire year worth of planning and then I would have had to kick him in the nuts. I would like to stop sleeping with a guy some time this year.”
“Well then let’s let the rookie deal with him and just make his day longer and harder.”
“Sounds good to me.”
“OH by the way,” Kellerman pulled an all too familiar leather wallet out of his pocket, “I believe this is yours.”
Miri snatched it out of his hand and hugged it to her cheek, “Mommy missed you so much.”
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“Sir, there is no need to be irritated.” The federal agent said as he put down his cell phone and glanced to Jorge. “We’ll get you processed as quickly as possible, then you can go home.”
“Look, I don’t understand what is taking so long. I have nothing to do with any of this. I was just investigating a lead, which apparently is all a lot of bull now.” Jorge sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
The detective was standing outside, apart from the main group of patrons that the other agents had managed to pull out of the club. Ever since the agent had found him out by the bar, Jorge had been trying to explain that he was only following a lead. Apparently that did not fly with anyone here. This huge bust had all been done to capture a known mob member who had so far evaded capture. Now there was enough evidence and people around to put the man away for a long time. And of course this had to be the night that Jorge showed up to do his investigating. What a way to spend an evening.
Unfortunately, though, because of his presence, he nearly blew the bust. At least that is of the snippets he caught floating around the agents. He kept being eyed, as if he were a low level employ who stumbled upon some big project. That was one of the reasons that Jorge really did not like the federalies, they tend to keep themselves on a pedestal above the normal police department. They swoop in and take over cases, they take credit for themselves, and the majority of them disavow anything to do with the regular police force. It was such a clichéd thought that Jorge had hoped it was not true. Tonight, though, he was being proved wrong again.
“What is your name, again, sir?” another agent asked as he came over to take his statement. “And I’m going to need your statement as to why you’re here.”
The detective sighed, rubbed his neck to iron out the ball of stress he felt forming there. Damn bureaucratic bul-
“Sir! Please…so we can process you and get you out of here.”
“Jorge Cervantes,” the man said through clenched teeth. “Detective for the N-Y-P-D, Mutant Related Crimes division. I only came up to investigate a homicide from several months ago for possible connections to a case I have now.”
“And you knew nothing about what was going on tonight? At all?”
“Of course not.” he sighed.
The agent nodded and eyed Jorge as if the man did not trust a single thing he was say. After a moment of staring at him, he finally nodded as he jotted down a couple more notes on his notepad and stuffed that into his own pocket.
“Just wait here, we’re almost done with you.”
Jorge growled under his breath and sighed as he reached up to scratch the black and gray stubble that dotted his chin and neck. He was visibly irritated but he knew he had to at least try to keep his cool. After all, if he got too mouthy, which he really wanted to do, then they could definitely find a reason to keep him there longer; an option he did not want to have to go through. So with a final nod, he moved to stand in front of his Chevy Impala, leaned back against it and crossed his arms over his chest.
This is going to be a long night. he thought silently.