Realistic or Modern The Man, The Myth, The Legend (CLOSED)

[Red_Rob]

Part 1: The First Victim
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Just like every Friday night, Teddy Daniels was walking on one of the many steel bridges here in London. Today was a foggy day and a little rain started to fall from the sky, nothing usual really since this always was the weather in London. Rainy, depressive and boring. That's what the majority of people taught. This steel bridge was quite important for Teddy, not because this was one was the closest to his most favorite pub called 'The Young Queen' but because on this bridge, exactly 5 years ago, Teddy Daniels was proposed a job that will change his life. Indeed, the job which involved stealing a black Jaguar for some local British firm, pushed another job and then another and in this continuous loop of job after job, Teddy Daniels was offered to be the head of security for London's most gruesome, respected and wealthiest British firm: The Daniels Firm.

The Daniels Firm was led by Dan Daniels a.k.a 'The Doc' or 'Doc Dan' or 'Danny'. Dan Daniels was in fact the separated brother of Teddy Daniels and now they were reunited after such a long years of absence from eachother. Both grew in separate orphanages, both were criminals, both did time in the joint like criminals say, etc. Both lived same stylish lives but now they were finally together. The Daniels Firm was controlling everything in London, from any legal business to illegal business. Cops, judges, lawyers.. everyone was on their payroll. Teddy felt like he achieved something in his life. If his parents were there somewhere on the globe, they will be proud of what the Daniels Brothers became. However, everything changed this Friday night..

Just like every Friday night, Teddy was crossing this bridge to 'The Young Queen', the local pub for the gangsters of London. It was a routine for him, which made him really predictable. This bridge was not really popular and it was always calm, relaxing, the smell of the water nearby made Teddy smile, as he enjoyed his lifestyle. Being dressed in a gorgeous and expensive dark grey suit with a dark blue tie, a long sleeves white shirt, plus some perfectly tailored black shoes, the man's steps were soft on the brick-like road. He was wearing a dark grey trench coat with a fedora. Hands in his pockets, Teddy kept his green eyes observing his surroundings, his nostrils catching that same smell of the water nearby, enjoying this a lot.

Teddy eventually stopped. He arrived at half distance from the pub as he looked straight. What he saw.. Petrified him. Quite literally..Right in front of him, like directly from a horror movie, a man was standing on that same path. Black trenchcoat, black gloves, black shoes, black suit underneath no doubt, black fedora.. Yeah, all fine but it's the face that really caught the attention. Instead of a face, there was a mask. A white mask which seemed to be glued to the stranger's face, it seemed like that newcomer's mask was fresh white paint completely covering the man's true identity. Teddy gulped and truly, he could feel shivers travel through his spine. No.. It can't be.. Teddy managed to speak after his shocked stare."No.. You.. You're not real.. I'm--"

He couldn't finish his sentence as a modified M1911 bullet pierced Teddy's forehead perfectly. The shot was quiet since the barrel had a silencer. One perfectly placed shot. Teddy Daniels lifeless body dropped dead on his back on the cold road, while a really small pound of blood started forming underneath. The stranger has vanished, no witnesses, the perfect crime, right?
The next morning, a crowd of medics, police, analysts, all part of the London Police Department established a perimeter and begun working on the body and the surrounding clues. But there was none! No clues, not even a single hair dropped on the scene. Detective Robert Portman, popular for his unorthodox methods, his service in the British Special Forces, his 3 tours in secret undisclosed locations was called to the scene. Despite being 30 years old, the man was always in shape and was unmatched for his detective services. However, as Interpol's based agent in London, he was on the trace of The Daniels Firm for quite long and this murder would sparkle some chaos, that's for sure. Robert Portman's car, a black Audi R8, was parked on the bridge nearby the crime scene.

The man himself was already on the scene, inspecting the dead body of Teddy Daniels. Robert was a Caucasian male, well dressed in his flashy red polo, black silk pants and black city shoes, black sunglasses covering his blue piercing eyes, along with blue gloves to not infect the crime scene. He was well built, its muscles moving through its polo but despite this, his commitment could be seen to discover the murderer. His first clue was a modified bullet of a M1911 with the inscription in gorgeous golden italic engraved letters on it which read 'The Pro.' Dropping this bullet in a small plastic bag, he sighed, knowing this was going to be a dangerous mission. He heard stories of The Pro but he wanted to be sure before proceeding further.

In fact, he could discuss it with his new woman detective partner who had yet to arrive. Maybe two brains would work better than one? For the meantime, Robert stood next to the bridge railing, gazing at the morning weather, which was quite sunny actually. Robert's black short hair helped him protect his precious head, even if his ex-girlfriend always wanted him to be bald and have a beard. Robert had hair but no beard. How is this detail important? Not a clue. Robert was simply waiting, thinking about how to proceed further.
@Isabellarper

 

[CanadianAkasha]

It was a typical Monday morning for most people in central London as Michelle looked out her apartment window. She runs her finger along the pane of the window like she is tracing the rain droplets down to the bottom, her mind is in a different place right now and isn't sure what she is going to do. Everything changes and today is no different, she turns her head and watches her boyfriend of two years packing up his items in the house. He isn't being quiet about it and not even worried about bothering other people in the apartment building. Michelle sighs out softly as she watches him throwing his clothes around and ranting to himself, she feels like she is watching a TV show as he storms around the apartment. Calling her every name that is in the book but at least he is finally doing something that she asked, packing up his shit and getting out of her apartment. She doesn't want to help him and doesn't move to help him either; she sits at the window seat while her tabby cat jumps into her lap to hide from the chaos that is Ben. Michelle runs her hands through her blonde hair till it reaches the ends, her hair is longer then she likes as it just comes to the middle of her back, she should remind herself to get her hair cut soon. Her turquoise eyes watch the blonde hair slip through her fingers as if she is not even here, that she is someplace else and someone else is running her hair through their hands. She finally looks up as she watches the lamp fall to the ground from the side table and Ben finally looks to her. "You think you are some big tough female that doesn't need anyone; this is why you will always be alone with you and that fucking cat."

Michelle pets Mr. Pillow and raises a blonde eyebrow to him with a small smirk on her lips. She doesn't stoop to his level, and when the door to her apartment is finally slammed shut, rattling all the pictures in the small space, she takes a deep breath of relief. She looks down to Mr. Pillows and grins. "Just me and you now Sir. The way it will always be." She stands up and puts Mr. Pillow in the window seat while she moves to the front door, picking up the key that Ben dropped and pocketing it, she locks the door. She takes one more look around the apartment, and that same smile shows on her face, freedom finally. Michelle starts a new job on Saturday and has till then to get herself ready, new job, new life, new everything. She begins to clean the house and also to make sure that Ben hasn't left anything if he does she knows precisely where it is going.

The week goes by reasonably fast as all weeks do when someone keeps themselves busy and Michelle is no different, she has been cleaning and even updating her wardrobe a little bit like a detective she is no longer required to wear the uniform, but she can be in plain clothes, thank god. That uniform is not made for the body of a female and is so scratchy that sometimes she comes home from work with hives over her body. She cuts her hair a little shorter as she needed a change, it is just below her shoulders now and comes down in a bit of a wave around her head, big bouncy beach waves. Saturday morning finally comes by, and Michelle has herself ready for the day. She is in a pair of tight black slacks with heeled boots that come up to her calves, it has a couple of zippers on it but the heel isn't too high, and she is still able to run long and fast in it. Michelle has had these boots for years and can finally wear them to work. She puts on a white blouse that is the only button to the top of her creamy medium sized chest, there is no need for makeup on Michelle as she is exquisite, her bone structure is almost model type, with those big turquoize eyes she usually gets someone that looks twice at her to make sure they saw it correctly. She works out daily, and her body shows it with the tight rear end and flat stomach, muscled thighs but not to much muscle on her arms as she finds it a bit awkward when that happens. She puls on her black coat that almost looks like leather but isnt, she puts both her guns in the holster, and another smaller one in her boot just in case.

She has heard that her partner has been hunting some top criminals but also that he is in need of a partner, she is new and needs a bit of training as a detective, but she has heard that he is the best of the best for that. She hopes that she can impress him enough to let her in on the cases, sometimes male cops do not enjoy having a female around as it looks weak to have breasts and ovaries in the police world. Michelle has always wanted to prove herself, and she has at the shooting range, top gun every time, the fighting ring where she can hold her own against men twice her size. She doesn't always win but she has gotten the respect of a good police woman, and that is all she is going for right now, to show that she can do this job like any healthy male.

She heads out to the crime scene that came over her cell phone; she drives a cute little black car that looks like every other car out there, she bought it on purpose so it wouldn't stick out on a stakeout. Once she arrives at the bridge, she pulls out her black umbrella and starts to walk towards the yellow tape, showing her badge that is hanging on a silver chain she ducks under the yellow tape and heads towards the cops. She is nervous; she cannot believe how nervous that she is, but it will settle in time like everything else. She puts her hand on one policeman who points her in the direction of the man she is looking to meet. Her heels clip on the asphalt as she walks towards him, a small smile on her face more trying to be friendly than anything, she stops beside him. "Detective Portman? Detective Welch reporting for duty." She shows him her badge as her brilliant eyes look the man in the face. She comes to about his shoulders as she isnt tall, but her eyes do give off a sense of intelligence in them but also the woman inside that is trying to prove herself.

Red_Rob

 

[Red_Rob]

Once hearing his title and last name specifically in that order being called, he immediately assumed it was his superior, that arrogant fat ass coming for a briefing. But upon turning around, his eyes widened behind his sunglasses before he cleared his throat and replied with a soft smile."Hello! Mi..Michelle, correct? Please call me Robert. If we are going to be partners, better start it from the right foot!" His tone showed excitement and confidence, it has been a long time he had a partner so best if he was friendly also with her. His eyes quickly scanned her gorgeous figure, guessing what sort of treasures that soft model-like body of hers had to uncover for his eyes.

He extended his right hand and shook her hand without hesitation, smiling warmly at her and in a friendly way before he pulled back. Clearing his throat, he gestured at the umbrella."You won't need this.. Weather forecast is sunny today, perfect for a crime scene. Now, slide these gloves on."He gave her a box containing blue gloves to not contaminate the crime scene."Now, this is my last crime scene since I'm going to retire but it's imperative that we finish this crime scene and find the murderer, the real one. I have a couple information for you to process.."Scratching the back of his head, the detective begun speaking, in a relaxed, normal pace tone.

"The victim's name is Teddy Daniels. Head of security of The Daniels Firm. The Daniels Firm is the one and only London british firm here, they control everything and everyone as it seems. Teddy is the brother of Dan Daniels, the leader of the firm. So logically, Teddy's murder will sparkle some chaos within the city, probably even a war between The Daniels Firm and their main competition. We have to stop it before it happens. London has been at peace for many months now, almost an year. The Irish Brotherhood and The Daniels Firm have been at peace during all this time but now it will erupt into bloodshed. However, fear not my dear Michelle, Robert Portman and you will save the day. I have a plan in mind."

Taking a breath, the man grabbed the small plastic bag containing the bullet, exposing her the engraved signature on the modified bullet."This is our first and only clue, Michelle. I had forensics scan it.. It's a modified M1911 bullet. Only a couple people on the planet make weapon modifications that work. I have a little list of them. The signature on it says 'The Pro'. Maybe you heard stories during your police academy. The Pro is the best hitman in the entire world. No identity. No fingerprints. No database. No voice recognition. Nothing. Nada. Zero. That guy's a ghost. Hell, maybe he is not even a male. He always leaves signatures on bullets aimed for specific targets. This case became even more difficult. I'll let you scan the dead body for any clue you might find but before you arrived, me and the team around detailed the whole body, we haven't found anything."

Robert seemed sad about it, especially once he said that it will be difficult. The man was speaking honestly about all of it. While he allowed her to scan one last time, he continued speaking."Not so far, there's a pub called 'The Young Queen'. Local hangout for British gangsters, very patriotic also. Dan Daniels hangs there a lot so we go right now, we might find him. Afterwards, we will swing by The Irish Brotherhood's safehouse, I'll talk to them. If we find out it's the Irish that put a contract on Teddy, we might as well arrest them but if it's not, then we might have to go one of my friends."Leaning against the railing, he crossed his arms, observing the crowd of curious citizens who were moving their heads to get a better angle on the crime scene.

 

[CanadianAkasha]

Michelle smiles to him "Of course, Robert, nice to meet you." She waits for tho, he seems to be needing a moment to get his composer, but that is very common with men when they first meet her, so she stands there as he eyed her up and down. All she does is held there for his inspection, and once he is done she shakes his hand with a firm grip, but her smooth hand seems to fit perfectly in his calloused fingers. It might feel like she hasn't done a hard days work in her life, but the truth is she has a strict regiment for lotions at night to keep her skin smooth. She puts her umbrella away but keeps it close as London weather is very unpredictable and it could rain at any moment. Michelle takes the gloves and slips them on since she doesn't enjoy wearing them but also doesn't enjoy getting her prints on the crime scene, bad form. Now she looks confused as well; her partner was retiring, why was she assigned to him if he isn't going to be here long. That seems a bit redundant to get the trust of partners together but only to appoint her with someone else in a little bit. He might see the confusion on her face already.

Once he starts talking about the information about the crime scene, her eyes widen as she has heard about the Daniels Firm and the people involved in it. Teddy dead... really? She looks over to the body and slowly makes her way there while he talks, she has to see this for herself as it was not what she was expecting. "It's going to cause a war, between all the Mafias in the city with the Daniels Firm starting it and hunting down everyone that might have had a grudge against Teddy." She looks up to Robert then as she kneels in front of Teddy to look over the body and even his clothes. She knows the police here did good of their job to get all the evidence but a second eye might help. She touches the fabric of his cloth, well made and expensive. "No matter what happens, until we find the murderer there is going to be bloodshed in the streets."

She sighs out as she thinks about all the paperwork, but then Michelle gets a little excited, that means a lot more work which she needs to keep herself busy. She chuckles with his can-do attitude and stands up again to turn and look at him. "Oh, you do already? I wouldn't know where to start." She pauses as he hands her the small plastic bag. "I have heard little of him, but I do know his name. His calling card as it would seem, but there is always a chance that it can be a copycat, jumping to conclusions so quickly might make things worse couldn't it?" She ponders this "Especially when the brother finds out that someone hired The Pro to kill his baby brother unless he did it himself." She shrugs a little bit as she looks to the bullet and the corpse. "I don't see a struggle but the way the bullet went into the forehead, Teddy saw the man. It wasn't a sniper it was an execution." She says quietly and looks back to Robert. "The size of that wound, the Pro couldn't have been that far... what... 20 feet away?" She tilts her head a little bit as she looks at the distances and the bridge that they are on.

Her eyes ponder the direction the body is laying and how the bullet would have hit, and he fell back so he was pointing to the north and the killer was at the north. "Face to face shot, that takes some balls." She walks away from the body a little bit as she looks to Robert and about 15 feet away there is a lamppost. "He was standing under the lamp post.. or close to it so Teddy would have known he was going to die before the shot was fired. Not the best way to go, knowing of your impending death. Wonder if anything was said." She is more talking to herself than anything, but she turns back and hands the bullet back. "I'm assuming that Dan Daniels is already aware of the death of his brother, if we go now, we might get an emotional plea or some information as he wouldn't be thinking correctly yet and let something slip." She seems to ponder this again but agrees with his choice of where to go first. "What about your friends? Do what with them?" She didn't understand what he meant to go to one of his friends. Maybe he has contacts in the mafia, that actually wouldn't surprise her. Sometimes there are double crossers or someone who needs a couple extra dollars. "My car is close but I can get a cop to take it back if you wish and we can travel in yours?" She tilts her head; partners should always stay together especially as this is a time that talking might break something, bouncing ideas off the other person.

 

[Red_Rob]

Listening to her talk, it was clear. She might seem like a newbie but she was clearly good, very good. In her reasoning and all, it all played well. Connecting the dots, it was like if she already knew what to say. Robert was not impressed.. Okay fine, he was a little. This meant they could clear this case faster than he could think."No.. Let's walk to the pub, it's not far. None will take detective's cars on the bridge, it's forbidden and none is dumb enough to do that anyways."Robert said with a warm smile and started to walk towards the pub, gesturing for her to follow him. Everyone was packing up and making sure to clear the crime scene. They already collected all the information they could, it was simply perfect.

The walk towards the pub was short and throughout the walk, Robert was not saying anything. Judging by his facial expression, she could guess that he was thinking or maybe clearing his mind. Before crossing the pub, Robert stopped her gently and said."I like the copy cat theory of yours.. Never thought of that. But without solid proof, we cannot prove that. Plus, we still have to find that copy cat. Okay.. Look.."The man gestured gently at three dark green Cadillac Escalade parked near 'The Young Queen' pub."That's The Irish Brotherhood paying a visit to The Daniels Firm. Fuck.. Let's go!" Without waiting for her, the man rushed across the street, waving his police badge as he stopped incoming traffic before advancing forward towards the pub.

'The Young Queen' was a brown colored brick building with its name written on top of the front entrance. Square windows tiles were showing some guns being waved around and a lot of people, yelling in typical British accents, Scottish accents and Irish accents. Robert opened the door and stepped in, pulling out his Beretta 92 FS Inox, its shinning structure looking appealing to the human's eye but the handgun had some incredible accuracy and stability. Inside the pub, it was almost at the brink of madness. The warm yellow lights, brown chairs and tables, a pool table, some beer pints on the bar counter, a lot of British flags plus British random pictures on the brown colored walls were now tainted by the presence of the two most powerful gangs in London.

On one side, dressed in typical Irish flat caps, leather jackets and some nice suits or shirts with some nice pants, while waving all kind of weapons were The Irish Brotherhood. Their leader, who had a dark green Irish flat cap, a dark green Irish Lucky Leaf necklace around his neck while waving two Magnums, was named Billy 'The Bull' Boyle. He was massive and was Ireland's best boxer and heavy lifter one day until he got kicked out of a competition after knocking two judges because they mocked his strong Irish accent. He was still packing muscles and clearly impulsive with his fiery blazing green eyes. He was yelling insults at the other side, which was more classy and more professional.

The other side consisted of The Daniels Firm. All in suits, including the barman named Bobby who was holding a pump action shotgun. Dan Daniels, their leader, a handsome charismatic and tall British man sitting peacefully on a bar stool, drinking his beer pint, while holding a loaded 9mm in his other hand. He had brown stylish hair, brown mysterious eyes and all flew in perfectly with his brown tailored suit. His side was holding more massive weaponry, everyone had rifles and some even had side guns which included Uzis or handguns. Seeing Robert burst inside his establishment, Dan smiled and said."Bloody hell Robbie boy! You have arrived just in time to see those filthy Irish being blown to pieces!"

"Call me filthy once more, you British I'm uncultured!" Billy yelled as he spat towards Dan's direction, this one aimed his handgun at Billy now, twitching to press the trigger. Robert yelled."EVERYONE CALM THE FUCK DOWN FOR CHRISTS SAKE!" Every gangster turned to look at the detective as Robert continued, more calmly now."Billy.. Did you or did you not put a bounty on Teddy?" Billy looked at Robert and asked him back."Teddy's dead?" All of the Irish looked shocked and surprised at the same time, but also sad since Teddy had part of Irish blood and always managed to keep peace between the two major factions in London. Their death honestly surprised the Irish gangsters as in sign of recognition, they removed their hats and sighed sadly.

Dan never expected this and he gestured for his men to lower their weapons. Dan whispered."Bloody Irish.. They did not do that. I was so dumb.. I was this close to sparkle a god damn war."He turned around and continued drinking his beer, clearly sad, mourning the loss of his brother. Robert holstered his weapon, exhaling softly before he said towards the British mobster."Dan.. You know who did this? My partner can interrogate you.."Robert proposed since he wanted Michelle to get even more experience in the field. Dan did not reply as he simply continued to drink, lighting a cigarette and begun smoking, his hand shaking, clearly he was sad about his little brother's death.