Supernatural Unit

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[Robin man]

Walter walked into the police station. He was walking around the groups of people hustling around. Some officers leading people out, some bringing criminals in for questioning, others for interrogation. This was the live that he's been dreaming of for his whole life. The madness, the chasing the bad guys, the thinking until his brain hurts, that's the life he wanted since he was little. He slowly walked along, taking in his surroundings. He saw one officer.


"Excuse me? I'm looking for the 'supernatural unit', I'm there new member."He said with his heavy German accent. The officer nodded and pointed at a room, on the window it had SPU on the window. Walter nodded and walked over to the room. He opened the door slowly, making sure the officer wasn't tricking him.

 

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Amelia was stood over her desk in the corner of the SPU, it was a shadowy corner with a cluttered table, blueprints and sketches and maps littering the walls surrounding her, ribbons and photographs of people pinned to the walls, some kind of significance to each one. She was stood over her desk, her hair tied up but strands falling around her face, her pale hands clutching at the hard wood of the table. A skull stripped completely of flesh was in front of her, next to it a file that was open and she was studying it. She never expected to be interrupted, she was the only permanent member of the Supernatural Unit, and hardly anyone came in here. Most people still didn't believe there was any point having this unit, most of them didn't believe that there was such thing as the supernatural. "It just doesn't add up," she mumbles to herself as she moves the skull and pushes some of the papers off the edge of the table as she looked for a plain piece of paper. Picking up a writing pen, Amelia took a seat and began to scribble things down when she heard the door open. Slightly startled but not letting it show, Amelia put her pen down carefully. "May I help you?"

 

[Robin man]

Walter stayed quite as the woman worked. When she looked at him he spoke. "Ah yes, I'm Walter Torben Sibel. I'm the new member of the SPU. And you must be the squad leader am I correct?" He looked down at the skull then the floor. "No offense, but looks like a second person might be needed."

 

[buildingaspaceship]

"Sibel... Sibel..." She says as she looks trough some of her paperwork, then pulls out a sheet of paper that told her that he was coming today. "I forgot about you, I'm sorry." She says as she stands and smiles at him slightly, walking around her desk and towards the man who was, admittedly, much taller than her, and offering him a hand to shake. "Walter Torben Sibel," she says slowly, "I'm Amelia Marie Ivy, welcome to the unit." She says and raises her eyebrows, trying not to take offence that he thought a second person was needed.

 

[Robin man]

Walter shook her hand. "Well lets get down to buisness Amelia. Or boss in this case. What are we working on? I'm very interested in what we're doing."

 

[buildingaspaceship]

"Please, Amelia." She smiles and puts her hand at her side when he had let go. She walks back over to her desk, moving some of the papers and taking out the case file, handing it to Walter. "Local politician from London, you may have heard of him, ripped apart in his home." She leans against her desk, crossing her arms across her chest. "The funny thing is, some of his vital organs were not on the scene. His heart, his brain, and one of his lungs were missing on discovery." She says, she knew the case well, she hadn't slept since she'd got it.

 

[Robin man]

Walter nodded as he read through the case file. "Yeah, I heard some people talk about him the other day. This happened at his home?"

 

[buildingaspaceship]

"Inside his home. The doors were locked and the only sign of forced entry was through the window on the first floor." Amelia stands up and walks over to a blueprint on the wall of the mans house, pointing at the window that the killer entered in. "This one, the body was found here." She says and moves her finger to the large living area on the blueprint.

 

[Robin man]

Walter walked up and looked at the map. "What time of day did this happened? Depending on the time we could have witnesses."

 

[buildingaspaceship]

"That's the problem. It was the middle of the night and no one was around to see or hear anything. The only witness we have is his housekeeper who found the mess in the morning, and she's less than helpful." She tuts, moving away from the blueprints and resting her hands on her hips after smoothing out her navy dress.

 

[Robin man]

Walter nodded and he looked at the blueprints. "Does he have any enemies? Just about every politician has at least one enemy. And was he doing anything recently? I haven't been here long enough to hear all the gossip."

 

[buildingaspaceship]

"What man doesn't have at least one enemy?" Amelia points out, placing her hands nearly on top of the stitching that joined her corset and her skirt. "So far, we have these men," she picks out three photographs of men in expensive suits and shows them to him, "We haven't had time to interview them, too much to gather to really make it count. However, the man was clean, he must have pissed someone off personally, but we don't know who."

 

[Robin man]

Walter looked at the pictures. "But mad enough to take organs? Well if they were looking for a meal they should've just taken the liver. It has the highest nutritional value out of all of the organs."

 

[buildingaspaceship]

"That's what I thought!" She says and holds her hands up to the side of her head as she shrugs her shoulders, then moves over to a chalkboard, picking up a piece of chalk, she twists it in her fingers as she speaks. "They took one of each, why not take both lungs?" She quickly writes lung, heart, brain, on the chalkboard and draws several lines coming from each word. "Why take those?"

 

[Robin man]

Walter leaned against the desk. "Maybe to send a message? That maybe this person means buisness?" He thought for moment. "Maybe we should go talk to the three people first?"

 

[buildingaspaceship]

"Gladly." She smirks slightly and walks over to a coat rack, pulling off the long black coat and slipping it over her shoulders, then grabbing a silk scarf and wrapping it around her neck. "Oh, Mr Sibel? I must warn you now, this job is a challenging and haunting thing to handle. And so am I."

 

[Robin man]

Walter walked over to the door and opened ot with a chuckle. "Thanks for the warning. And I believe I can handle this job. And lead the way." Not knowing the streets of London yet. Which would soon be his last concern.

 

[buildingaspaceship]

Amelia walks out of the room, nodding at him as she went, and walked through the station calmly. Some of the men glared at her as she went, clearly confused as to why a woman could do a job like hers. She exits the station, breathing in the cold winter air, a smile on her face. She sticks her hands in her coat pockets and waits for Walter, looking out around her.

 

[Robin man]

Walter followed her outside. Once he was outside he pulled out a cigarette and a box of matches. He lit a cigarette and took a long drag out of it. He breathe out slowly as he lookdd at his boss. "Want one?"

 

[buildingaspaceship]

"I can't decline." She says and holds out her hand for one, surveying the streets as she waits. Once she was handed one, and it was lit, she took a drag and breathed out the smoke slowly, before nodding her head in the direction they were going. "Now, the public aren't exactly aware of the situation of the supernatural, we like to keep it in the government, Mr Sibel. I trust this won't be a problem?"

 

[Robin man]

Walter took a shorter drag after he lit the cigarette he gave her. After he put the box of matches and pack back in his jacket pocket he nodded. "Secrets save with me. And wh is it only you in the squad?" He asked following her.

 

[buildingaspaceship]

"I'm the only one still alive." Amelia jokes, smirking and walking slowly through the streets of London. In her eyes there was no real rush, the only time when there would be was when someone's life was on the line, and she usually considered that only a possibility after the second killing.

 

[Robin man]

Walter nodded slowly. "Nice to see you have a dark sense of humor." He chuckled softly before finishing his cigarette and throwing the bud away. "Which guy are we going to first?"

 

[buildingaspaceship]

She takes another drag and pulls the photographs out of her pocket, unfolding it, a man who was in his late thirties or early forties in a dark business suit, posing for the camera with several others, he was circled in black ink. "His name is Remus Sullivan. Apparently he and our guy, Ethan, didn't exactly see eye to eye." She takes a final drag before throwing her bud away too.