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.
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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...?
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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.
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The translucent woman went pale. How could she think she was dealing with someone else? Did she have issues with eyesight? That must have been it, as Linely certainly didn't have any twins to his knowledge. As she put her hand to his head, seemed to notice something which definitively proved that he wasn't who she thought he was, and with shock drew her hand away. The woman clearly had misread the situation significantly. Fortunately, Linely was more charitable than most.
"Mistaken identity eh? These things happen." At least she had gotten off the desk now, and was understandably blushing red. She wasn't going away until he found out what it was that she needed help with. "Wait. You said something about me helping with your mutation? If I can help with that I will" he stated, though what a translucent human could possibly want with a pain-manipulator was anyone's guess.
A couple of the officers had been watching and smirking at the reaction that the lady had been having. Linely gave them a filthy look. It wasn't fair to take advantage of somebody like that, particularly if this woman really did need help from someone with Linely's capabilities. "It appears that you aren't totally at fault for this misunderstanding" He was being awfully British about this, even more than usual.
"Anyway, I am PD Joseph Linely, seeing as it appears we actually do need introductions. You are one of the X-Men I presume, but what do I call you?" He smiled and offered her his hand to shake.
Linely was not feeling like calming down. The Rag Man was going to pay, and pay as much as he could. If he was in a rational mood, Jorge's advice would have made some sense. "I won't underestimate him." That pile of rags was going to get a blast of pain that would make most ordinary people comatose. Then Emily and the other women he had taken would be saved, and then there would be one less scum on the streets of NYC.
No sooner had Jorge strapped himself in Linely put the lights on and went full throttle down the road. "Glad to have you on board" He stated, then fell deadly silent. Buildings, the sounds of car horns and other traffic, the light from the streetlamps and headlights all rushed by as he put his foot down. . He had the common sense to slow down in the approach to the street by the warehouse. This bastard wouldn't know what hit him.
Linely carefully drew the car to a halt. "Are you coming or not?" He spoke to Jorge, cleanly, with a sense of understanding if he didn't want to come with. Some people couldn't cope with angry partners. Without truly waiting for a response, he opened the car door and got out his heavy-duty flashlight and gun. Once the women were safe, a bullet to the head would be too good for him, Linely wanted to see suffering.
Linely's week had been a rough one. Emily was pretty shaken up by the terror that miscommunication had brought, but had at least agreed to go on the date yesterday. It went...as well as could be expected under the circumstances. At least the place didn't blow up, even if she had been a little skittish about it. As much as Joseph had tried to comfort her, she couldn't stop bloody apologising, it made the whole situation rather awkward. Eventually he had grown tired of it, and had politely said goodbye after dessert. Perhaps a little too abruptly. It was his turn to apologise after she started crying. All he could do was promise that things were going to get better, but that they would both need time to recover.
Anyway, today he'd come back from another unpleasant case: another Burning Helix had appeared, this time targeted at a psychologist who had been helping out young mutants with dealing with their mental problems. Many psychologists refused to do this on the grounds of personal danger, but she had a brilliant reputation. A vanilla human no less! Not that it mattered to these punks. There had been several cases since the destruction of Utopia, anti-mutant groups had been emboldened at the lack of proper backlash. A few mutant solidarity groups had spoken against it for sure, as well as several congressmen, but it was made clear that nothing could be done.
"You have a visitor Linely" An officer with an overt smirk on his face had mentioned to him, "and she seems to know you." Emily had come to the MRC? Linely carefully tried to make himself presentable. Whatever it was it was probably important. Emily would never disturb him normally unless it was crucial.
Linely was surprised to see a translucent woman walk towards his desk, she was waif-like almost faarie in nature, strange that was for sure. Clad in a X-Men uniform, she sat suggestively upon his workspace. She even moved the papers on his well organised desk in order to do so.
>>"So I here congratulations are in order"
"If you mean, Miss, that the Rag-Man is now taken care of, then... please don't mention it." Perhaps she was a relative of one of the kidnap victims? Weren't all the victims vanilla humans though? Linely seemed to remember something about there being an air-elemental on the X-Men team, but he definitely didn't know who that was.
"Is there anything I can help you with, besides providing a nice, organised desk for you to sit on?" He quipped. She was being inappropriate already, not only was he more or less taken, but any action he took could be misconstrued as unprofessional conduct. As an X-Man surely she knew this? That said, Linely had encountered some odd methods with some of them, particularly that cat-human hybrid, so it was possible that this was just one of her eccentricities.
Linely couldn't help but swear under his breath at Jorge's lack of news. "Hopefully forensics would be done soon." He said , trying to find a silver lining. After all, they surely knew where he was now? Unless there was some other warehouse in the nearby area and they'd got the wrong end of the stick.
As Jorge tried to find a silver lining, even though they both knew that wasn't the case. A phone ringing caught both their attentions. It was forensics, giving the full techno-babbling detail. Linely wished they would stop trying to play CSI New York, everyone knew that wasn't how it worked in real life. It was all lights and weird sounds with no real meaning.
Then came what they knew already. The Rag-Man was in the Southern Warehouse. That would make things simply. Linely couldn't help but curl his face with amusement as Jorge gave Mani his assurance that he would be there at her bachelorette party with his guitar. "I'm surprised she didn't make you strip." He quipped. Her and Forsyth made a great couple, even if it came as a surprise to everyone when he proposed.
*Hmmmm* Amusement and relief as they were walking to the car soon turned to concern. Linely's phone was giving the long buzz of a phone on vibrate. It was Samuel-Emily's brother. "Excuse me Jorge, I have to take this." Linely said, surprised. What on earth could he be calling him for? Unless... "Samuel? What are you doing up this late?"
Samuel was panicked. Emily hadn't come home from work this evening. There was no trace of her anywhere.The family cafe was not so far away. At first Linely asked him to repeat what he'd said. Then he began to shake. Tears were held back. Somehow managed to keep a calm, emotionless tone in response to Samuel's...news. How could he have failed? If they'd just gone to the Southern Warehouse...
"G-get down to the police station. I'll be with you as soon as I'm off this case." He hung up. Linely was now shaking uncontrollably. He could only imagine what Jorge was thinking. "That Bastard took Emily!" Linely managed to stay standing despite his quivering. "We're going down there fast Jorge, I'm not letting him get away." He began to storm towards the car. Opening his car front door with gusto. "I need you with me." He stated to the water manipulating cop. Flatly. This was an offer the veteran cop would have to take up if he didn't want to be walking back to the MRC.
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Devon's office was as impressive as the rest of the building had been so far. Esmeralda's parents had mentioned a one-on-one chat that he'd had with her here. Apparently it went very well. Joseph saw Devon , with a pair of sunglasses on no less! Probably needed, as the office looked like it must have a nice view...
"Hey Devon" As Devon grinned and came towards him at a decent pace, Joseph couldn't help but smile. He shook the weather-controlling mutant's hand firmly, and gave a stereo-typically masculine hug, two pats on the back, before attempting to respond.
"I'm impressed certainly, and from what I've heard from the special cases we handed over to you, all is going well." Now Devon asked how he'd been. That was a harder question to answer. The Rag-Man case was still in his mind, that moment of panic over Emily, the brutality shown by Linely that if the awful mutant had been sane enough to press charges, it would have been bad...That wasn't even taking into account the other cases...It had been a rough couple of weeks that was for sure.
"I've been better, but I'm glad for the break from it all. I've had enough of seeing burning helices for the time being." Devon hopefully knew that he'd been on the front line of the recent upsurge in the MRC. "It's often hard to switch off..." he trailed off. No. He was going to make an effort to be happy here. Devon was his friend, and he'd be damned if he was going to put a dampener on a meeting he'd been looking forward to. "I'm sure we'll have plenty of time to discuss things." He said, smiling again.
At the mention of lunch, Joseph noticed the bar. Now this was a lunch! Steak, sandwiches, Devon had even got smoked salmon. Joseph's personal favorite. Joseph noted the juices, pressed apple juice! Jugs of it! He'd pulled out some stops for sure! "This looks excellent, where's your portion?" Joseph quipped.
As Linely sat by the table, he heard another voice address Ratty. Great, as usual, Ratty had lived up to his reputation. The man was right, he did need a bloody day-planner! As the man came into view. Linely realised who it was. Mutants were easy to remember. Particularly ones you encountered just after you and your...friend nearly got blown up by a bomb in a nice Italian, mobster run restaurant.
"Ellis?" Linely questioned, the alien mutant seemed to just be a dishwasher when Linely met him. How on earth did he know Ratty? It was certainly possible, but Ratty was normally known to the criminal underbelly, being of the respectability that he was. Still, Linely couldn't discount the possibility that Ratty got Ellis the job in the first place. Ratty had a lot of Mob contacts.
"And you look like E.T. from the movie. I think you mean the Green arrow?" Linely didn't watch cop film and programmes, he would spend too much time shouting at the screen telling them that they were getting basic procedure wrong. All of this was met with laughter by Ratty.
"I take it you two know each other somehow then?" Ratty tittered. "Well this is an interesting turn of events!" His accent, American with a Southern Irish lilt, made this statement seem more friendly than Ratty probably intended it to be.
Linely watched as the mist around Plum Island promptly subsided, bringing land into view. Devon had pulled out quite a few stops, that was for sure. The speedboat brought him to the decking area as soon as he could have expected. The pilot had been waiting for him. Now he could see what Devon had been talking about.
So this was Hadden's Haven? Devon had done well for himself. This once had a...reputation, owned by a very shady corporation. The fed had been "investigating" for a long time, what with the convicted human supremacists acting as security, and the disappearances of a few unusual mutants in the general vicinity... Then all of a sudden, the whole place had blown up without so much as a trace. Whatever they had been up to, no-one knew to this day. It seemed appropriate that the Government had allowed it to be swept under the rug.
Devon's taste in architecture was good, it certainly looked luxurious enough to be a place where mutants could recover. Part neo-gothic, part sleek modern, it gave the place a sense of genuine tranquility. The attendants at the docking area were already keen to help Linely with his every need. Impressive, and perfect for some genuine relaxation.
It was bad enough, the anti-mutant attacks all over the city. A little girl had been assaulted by a bunch of skinhead thugs, forced into triggering her mutation and leaving a mess of a counselling job to do. Mutant friendly shops had been burned down, high profile mutants had found burning helix's outside of their houses. Republican and Democrat politicians who had dared to speak out against it had poison-pen letters sent to them. Monstrous. All of it. It felt like the whole place had gone back in time. Something needed to be done.
Whatever Devon had planned, Linely was sure it would be an effort to aid the healing process to begin. Somehow. He had already taken in a few of the more problematic mutants for rehabilitation. Esmeralda for example, the dangerous fairy-tale manipulator, was now happily living in one of the rooms, growing in understanding of her powers. Another mutant, arrested by Linely himself, an empath with serious emotional issues, had been taken in when no other psychiatric institution had. That was enough to know Devon was doing good.
However, most of all Joseph Linely was looking forward to seeing his friend. It had been too long. Since the Sanctuary Block Party they hadn't really had a chance to catch up. While he was wearing a business suit (hey, they were comfortable for him) , he was looking forward to a time of not having to worry about the grinding of work.
The attendants brought him to the main building, and ushered him up the stairs. "Mr Hadden is waiting for you on his private balcony" an acutely British young lady told Linely as he walked up the velvet-lined central stairway. Hopefully the meal was going to be as good as the building and indeed, the company.
Linely delivered a shortened laugh at Jorge's quip about his mutation. Most cops knew not to annoy him, even though he would never turn his mutation on a fellow cop without reason. Angry outbursts with his mutation led to too many issues in the first place. Still, at least his reaction was more to do with being impressed rather than running fast in the other direction.
The loud noise from the opening of the door made Linely flinch with annoyance. If the Rag Man was here, he certainly knew that the cops were there. Stealth was out the window by now. "Might as well turn on the flashlights" Linely remarked, turning his on and scouring the warehouse for any signs of life.
There were a few rats and 'roaches that scuttled off into the detritus as the light fell upon them, and aside from the odd cleaning rag, no specific signs of a maddened mutant. The glass crunched underneath Linely's heavy duty boots. They were going to have a long night indeed. Along with a 4th data point.
There was not a sound of movement other than from the animals that had made this place their home, the broken machinery did not roar into life like some Stephen King-based horror novella. There was no Rag Man here. There was not much of anything here. The whole place was a perfect candidate for detonation and rebuilding. Linely could imagine the land would be cheap...Yep, this was gonna be a super villain hideout one day Linely thought. But not today.
Linely kept an eye on Jorge, who likely was having as much luck as he was in finding anything useful aside from seeing opportunities in land development. The hours ticked by, with little to no evidence , at least that Linely found, that the Rag Man was ever there. Hopefully Jorge would have something more substantial.
Chief seemed thoroughly uninterested in his spiel about the Church, but at least she was trying to be polite. She was probably an atheist by Joseph's reckoning, but it wasn't for him to try and make windows into a shrimp's soul. At least she was willing to help out with serving the soup, particularly as the kids seemed to be struggling a little with the weight.
Linely watched as she near expertly picked up one of the flasks from the Kitchen as the first flask was brought by the two older teenagers. At least the kids seemed to be enjoying themselves, the Church did try to be as welcoming as possible, even though they weren't that much in the way of a happy-clappy Church.
The first of the homeless customers began to line up at the table. A few were your obvious visible homeless, poorly cared for clothing, though it would be just about thick enough in the winter, with bodies too match. You could tell they weren't used to having a decent meal unless it came from places like the Church.
Most of the others were different to that , though. You wouldn't know that they were in need of help from a soup kitchen unless they were here. One young lady, about 17 years old, tentatively approached the table. As she walked closer, Joseph could sense the pain on her body, even as she hid the bruise on her arm hurriedly, as her somewhat ill-fitting sweater required adjusting. A look to Naomi, the resident counsellor of the Church, let her know that she was probably needed. These cases were the worst, and often needed both the law and the council to get involved.
"Would you like meat or vegatarian?" He asked the young lady, who nearly flinched at the idea of being asked even the simplest of questions. "Meat. Please." She half mumbled. Joseph could only hope that Naomi, a slightly-younger-than-middle aged woman, with a generally pleasant demeanor could help her open up. The counselor promptly introduced herself and led her to the table. Joseph could sense that whoever gave her that bruise was likely not far behind. He'd seen enough cases of that in the police to KNOW that they were never that far behind.
As the young lady was led away, Chief was just coming back with the next giant flask of soup. "Just place it next to the first one." He chirpily said to the shrimp-lady, as the doors swung open with a large crash, making everyone look up.
Linely watched Jorge get out of the car , bringing a particularly hefty looking flashlight with him. Good, they had a spare if they needed it. Failing batteries were the last thing they needed when it came to searching. A faulty battery could well be the difference between saving the women taken by this bastard, and not. That was significant enough in Linely's books.
Linely let Jorge join him and walk, carefully but quickly down the alley. It wasn't exactly easy to do without Forsyth's cat vision, but Linely's eyes did get used to it after a while. The alleyway ground was strewn with yellow glass and other refuse, even the occasional oily rag. None a big enough pile to be their quarry though.
As they came to the rusty metal doors, with their broken industrial glass windows glistening in the moonlight. Jorge asked him a question about his mutation. "It's something I wouldn't necessarily want to demonstrate. For example I know about that, what I assume to be a gunshot wound?" Linely pointed at Jorge's shoulder "on your left shoulder. Your body still carries the memory of the trauma. I know what its like to be shot in the line of duty, it's a very specific pain, otherwise I don't know for sure. Simply put, I can tell if you've been in pain before, and force you to relive the pain. I don't know the specifics other than where the pain was and how long ago you suffered it, roughly. I can also share any pain I suffer with others."
Normally cops got a bit scared after these abilities were mentioned, normally they expected people like Linely to be some kind of mutant-supremacist super villain in an arctic base or suchlike. But they got in line when they saw how effective he was. "That's how I got the nickname Spasm" Linely spoke again once Jorge had time to take in all that was said.
Linely carefully opened the door, which nearly came off its hinges. Fortunately, it didn't clatter loudly to the floor. They were on a lucky streak with this case. Something bad was bound to happen.
****
"Night Mum" Emily called to the cafe as it closed down for the night. It was going to be a well deserved rest from all the terrors of gang violence and the destruction of Utopia. She was just glad Samuel was OK. He was out of town until morning. The car was waiting for her outside, as Judith promised. Joseph had told her to be careful on the streets for the time being, what with a serial kidnapper on the loose. Well, he could rest assured that she was going to be far away from such trouble.
She opened door to the car. There were Rachel and Louis. "Hiya guys, you got my message about the luggage right?" "Yes of course, don't worry Emily" Louis, in a distinctly Irish accent calmly put it. "It's all been nicely packed in the boot, along with your Bible!" "Thanks, would have been a bad idea to forget that" They all laughed. The Church ran the retreats very well, but this was a focus on God, so phones were strictly off and put somewhere safe for the entire three days. "Don't just stand there in the cold!" Judith, in her sickly-sweet tone called from the front of the car, prompting Emily to get next to Rachel in the final remaining back seat. The car roared into life, driving out, out of the city, and leaving it out of mind. The night was a starry one, with a beautiful full moon.
"Did you remember to tell anyone where you were going?" remarked Rachel to Emily, about half-way there to the journey. That was Rachel, always looking out for her. Emily's expression turned from happiness to somewhat panic then a complacent reassurance ....Shoot! She'd forgotten to tell Joseph or Samuel...but her parents knew where she was, and she could give Joseph a call tomorrow night. I mean, what could possibly go wrong within that short space of time?
The look on Jorge's face said it all. Simply going in like a bull in a china shop wasn't going to work. Linely knew that too, but his partner knew this guy's habits better than he did, so it would have to be a plan coming from him. Even a bad plan was better than no plan at all was the old maxim in chess, and it held true to most other situations.
The Happy/Friendly Glass Co. hadn't exactly been the most shrewd with placement of warehouses, but at least it would be simple enough in terms of its layout. There weren't too many places for the Rag Man to get a jump on them, if he was there. Linely didn't like the idea of being used as live bait, but there was little other choice.
"Even if we don't get the light blasted on him at first, I have one or two tricks that should give him a bit of pause for thought, I'm sure you do with your water manipulation as well". Hopefully it wouldn't come to that, but as many tactics needed to be used as possible, particularly as Linely didn't exactly feel like spending time in a maddening pocket dimension.
The inky black darkness of the alleyway was apparent the moment Linely turned off the headlights of his car. The streetlamps didn't shine anywhere near there. Perfect territory for a hunter in the dark. Linely went as quickly to the boot as possible. He took out two large flashlights, both heavy in the hands, but both perfectly suited to what they needed them to do.
****
Little known to the cops, the Ragman was in the Southern Warehouse, not the Northern one. He was getting increasingly hungry. He'd lumbered towards and engulfed a vagrant that had stumbled in to the warehouse, it was all too easy. Satisfied with his meal for that night, he had become dormant. The hunger was assuaged for tonight. The woman in question had been left off the radar of the police for sometime, and no-one even realised that she had gone. Just another one of those faceless homeless. Nevertheless, they would have a 4th data point that night.
Linely could only watch as Jorge made his decision. It was make or break. If they didn't get this guy tonight, they would likely have another data point. If they did, then they might be able to save some semblance of the kidanpped women's sanity. Sadly that wasn't likely to be the case, but it was a hope.
"North it is then" Linely said, calmly. That was the decision made, on a coin flip. Hopefully one less victim to council for the psychologists, one less family to console about a mutant kidnapping. One less life ripped apart by that monster. Linely could only imagine what it must have been like for their relatives and friends, constantly worrying, knowing there was a chance that they would never come back. What if it happened to Emily?
....What if it happened to Emily? That wasn't a thought that Linely had ever caught in his mind before. She was a nice young lady and all, they were good friends, but worrying about situations happening to her specifically? He remembered how terrified she had looked when the bomb had gone off in the Restaurant, and when Utopia fell, and when the invincible man covered in tattoos got run over just outside her coffee shop. She didn't like him being a cop. Too dangerous. But...she was safe. He was being stupid. Overthinking, as usual.
Linely let Jorge take him away from the scene of the sobbing father. The light of day seemed to stun Jorge somewhat. The remark about the flashlights made Linely guess that it must have jogged his veteran partner's memory. Fortunately, Linely was always duely prepared for this kind of thing.
"Two torches, brightest one I could get my hands on, in the boot of my car. When a fellow police officer mentions that in a report, I don't overlook it." It was enough to see Mr Redfield's tears over Olivia that made Linely almost look forward to causing this "Rag Man" a severe amount of pain. "How much pain would you say it causes him?" Linely asked. If the torches failed, his mutation was always a backup plan.
**** Evening. Around 5pm Linely drove himself and Jorge to the side street next to the Happy/Friendly North warehouse. The shadows were getting longer, there was still a vague amount of light but that wouldn't last. Soon the streetlamps would come on, but nowhere near this particular alleyway. The Rag Man would be nearl active now, ready to cause more heartbreak. This time though, it was he that would be hunted.
"So, we get the torches and go in with them a-blazing?" He asked the experienced officer. It was always best to have some kind of plan before approaching as dangerous a mutant as they were dealing with. Particularly one that could suck them both into a pocket dimension and not bother with the helpless young women that had been his previous fare.
In came another man, grey fedora on his head, well concealed from what little light there was in the "establishment". Very few people looked up. This wasn't Ratty, and Linely took to continuing to brood in the corner. The man himself went to the bar and appeared to order a drink. Poor sod. If it wasn't somewhat slimey then he'd be lucky. Fortunately for the bar-man most mutants here didn't care.
Now opened a door from a side room, a slightly rotunned gentleman was being carefully escorted out by a rather short skaven type. Linely couldn't exactly make out what they were saying, but the nervous Italian-American accent coming from Ratty was exceedingly distinctive. Whatever it was, both parties looked pleased with the deal. No double-booking for that guy, Linely could only wonder if he was the same.
Linely stood up, watching the short rat-mutant enter the bar. The rat-man moved fast, carefully darting between tables, eyes attentive. His face and snout were covered in well-kept black fur, with slight dapples of sliver showing near the ears. He was dressed in a dark grey shirt, coupled with a black-pinstriped suit, made to match his scrawny build. Expensive. Nice. Things that Ratty could afford in his line of work. Ratty deemed to spot Linely and sat down on one of the central tables. Carefully, with purpose. Eyes still on the detective, a gleam of controlled malevolent happiness in his yellow eyes, which reflected the lights like cats-eyes. Linely would have to approach him. That was Ratty, for all his poor schedule keeping, he was at least no fool when dealing with the police.
Linely carefully got up, suitcase in hand and approached the rat-man. Past the smell of freshly opened whiskey, opened for the most recent entrant from outside. He kept his eyes on the rat-man.
"I trust you haven't double booked Ratty?" Linely spoke directly, the less time he spent here, the more time he would have to spend dealing with the case at hand. If Ratty had double booked, and he was recognised, things were going to be awkward.
Jorge couldn't have appeared fast enough. Olivia's father was still sobbing, and would probably remain so for the entire night, Linely could say no more than the fact he would try, which only seemed to make it worse. There were no guarantees in cases like this, much less given this specific circumstance. He promptly walked over to Jorge the moment he got given an opportunity to pull away. Mr Redfeild attempted to stand up, but promptly slumped back into his seat, with one final pleading look at Linely. "Find my daughter" he mouthed, before returning to sobbing.
"I'm glad you managed to get the CSI teams to do that. Even in cases like this, it's hard to get top priority." Jorge had just bought them a whole lot of time, they could probably investigate one of the warehouses tonight. One less day in the hell-hole for the women and girls kidnapped by this monster. One less day of fear for Mr Redfield. "Let me know the results, but we're investigating one of the houses this evening. We won't be able to identify the rag-man easily when he's dormant I'd imagine."
A long continuous buzz came from Jorge's phone, apparently he had his fiancee on the other line. Oh gosh! Emily! He'd forgotten. Linely rushed for his phone "That reminds me, I best contact..." What was Emily? Girlfriend? Friend? Courtship partner? It was always so confusing with internal Church dating. People were friends for a while and then. WHAM! Married. Either way she'd asked him to give her a call today, just to make arrangements for next week's meet up. "A friend of mine, just to make sure everything's going smoothly."
He got out his phone, a modestly dressed brunette with green eyes adorned the potrait of Emily's contact details. She found it difficult to call him, pay as you go and they weren't a particularly rich family. So they were meeting at the coffee place she worked at in the evening, and then going to an Italian restaurant that hopefully wouldn't blow up like last week's one did. His treat as usual. Her parents weren't home for the this week or next week, so it was probably best that he avoided staying over. Didn't want anyone to think anything untoward was happening.
"See you on Sunday then Emily." He ended the conversation with, to which Emily replied with a similar affirmative. Forgetting that she was going to be on a women's retreat tomorrow and for that weekend. They were leaving in the evening, picking her up at the coffee shop which was not too far away from this area. They weren't allowed to keep phones on that retreat. There was only one phone, which the organisers had told all participants to give to anyone that would need to call in an emergency. Needless to say, Linely didn't have it.
After he had finished with Emily, he turned to Jorge, who was hopefully finishing up with his significant other as well. "So, do you think we should go for the north Warehouse, or the south Warehouse?" They needed to get going as quickly as possible, it was better for all parties involved.
Spasm: Would probably be trying to help keep the peace with the other cops/X Men. Rebecca: Most likely hiding in doors trying to stay away from the scary frozen water falling from the sky, if someone was to visit her, she wouldn't mind.
