Sep 02 00:24:16 105 PA
From Chronicles
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Somedays being a member of a brotherhood of trained assassins has it's perks. One such day is perhaps a day like today, when the flash of a very nice set of forged identification listing him as James Henrich, KDPD contracted Bounty Hunter gets him a foot in the door for some potential work. And thus Oradro finds himself wandering up to the reception desk, once more flashing the ID in question with a smile. "Hello, My name's James Henrich. I hear you folks are having a spot of trouble with an investigation and thought I could offer up my services."
The receptionist looks up, flashing the insincere smile at him as she takes in his ID. "Are you here to see Mr Jameson?" She asks politely, reaching out to tap her fingers on the keypad of her telephone, already informing someone that there was someone down here to see Mr Jameson. She flashes that quick smile again and directs him to a lift nearby. "Top floor, Mr Henrich, do go on up. Mr Jameson will see you shortly."
Oradro nods returning the same insincere smile with one of his own. "Thank you." He says quite politely before he follows the receptionists directions. His actions bearing sense of confidence he doesnt quite entirely really feel. But apperances are important afterall. And thus once he arrives uppon the top floor and exits the elevator he promptly looks around for either signs pointing the way to Mr. Jameson's office, or failing that some receptionist he can politely ask for directions from.
The upstairs offices have plush carpets, and beautifully understated offices. A secretary is sat to one side with a bright smile that suggests he was expected. "Do take a seat, Mr Henrich, Mr Jameson will see you shortly. Can I get you a drink? Coffee perhaps?" The door to the inner sanctum is firmly closed, and no noise comes from within.
"Thank you. Tea would be preferable if you have it instead however miss.." Oradro pauses looking for some sort of name plate identifying the secretary in question, or failing that attemps to prompt the name from her as he heads towards one of the indicated seats. Where uppon he'll quietly and paciently wait.
She smiles, ignoring the hint to provide her name, and presses a button on her desk. "A pot of tea for Mr Henrich please, Fiona." She comments, before flashing a smile similar to the woman downstairs and returning to her work. A few long moments later, a younger version of both women appears, carrying a tray with a pot of tea, a cup and saucer, a tiny jug of milk and sugar bowl. It also has two home made biscuits on a plate. "Here you are, Mr Henrich." She puts it down, giving him a less well manufactured version of the smile, before turning away.
"Thank you very much." He says, ever polite, if not exactly the most charming person in the world. Pouring himself a cup of the tea and then trying a sip of it before deciding if he wants to add sugar or milk to it. Musing the taste thoughtfully before he indulges in a single half spoon of sugar. Casually stirring it about as he lounges in the chair. The spoon then set upon the saucer as he drinks. Granted he's not the best when it comes to etiqutte but he at least knows how to at least -try-. Afterall he's hardly stupid, dsipite his decidedly plain and rugged apperance.
The moments drag on, for a good while. The woman types, answers the telephone a few times, and mostly looks professional and shiny. After about twenty minutes, a buzzer sounds on her desk, and she looks up with the bright smile. "Mr Jameson will see you now." She comments, giving a nod at the door. "Do go on in."
Allready up at the words 'Mr Jameson will see you now' Oradro gives a polite nod and a "Thank you." before heading on in. He pauses then as he enters to assess not only the place he then finds himself in, but no doubt the sort of man this 'Mr Jameson' is. On the whole though his entire presentation is probably abit typical of what one would expect of a mercenary. For while his clothes are clean today, he still sports a little stubble, and he's not exactly in buisiness attire. "Thank you for agreeing to see me Mr. Jameson. I'm sure you will find you will not regret the decision."
The office itself is understated, with rich carpets and comfortable chairs to one side. The large desk sits opposite the door, with a huge window behind it. The man at the desk is facing the other way, looking out the window before he turns with a smile that is more a baring of teeth. "Mr Henrich, I have five minutes. What can I do for you?" He rests his elbows on the arms of his chair, holding a pen between his fingers, giving the man a considering look, eyes narrowed.
"It is not what you can do for me, Mr. Jameson. It is what I can do for -you-." Oradro stresses, looking at the man in his best 'I mean buisiness manner'. One that isnt exactly the most indimitating perhaps but he's well versed enough in interrogation techniques to pull off something quite passable. "You'll find I have a solid reputation as a bounty hunter. Now that is perhaps not the first sort of person you would think to turn towards regarding the sort of.. incident that recently presented itself on the news. But you'll find that any good bounty hunter is also a good investigator. Afterall we must at times tread quite carefully, and the prey can be quite crafty at times. As such, it seemed to me that your company could stand to benifit of my services." he gives the man a studied gaze at that point, inwardly salavating at what his senses begin to tell him as he subtly probes the area around him. "For example I would hazard to guess that you are likely a mystic. Certainly you are more than you appear. And you are not alone in such resources." a pause then "But you will find I too am more than I appear Mr. Jameson. Not only that but I am an.. unknown quantity to the one behind your little... problem. An angle they would likely not expect, and if I can deduce who it was who was behind the matter. I assure you that so long as they are within Kinsdale I -will- find them. And if they have moved beyond.. well. Then matters get considerably more complicated, but I still remain your best bet for finding the person responsible."
Mr Jameson arches one eyebrow, seemingly unimpressed with the information on his own skills. "So you think you can solve our little mystery." He comments softly, his voice unaccented, "How much will this little assistance cost me?" He tilts his head slightly, before glancing at his watch. "Two minutes left, Mr Henrich."
"I'm sure you and I can reach a fair bargain on the matter Mr. Jameson. Let us say.. forty thousand if I am succcessful? Ten for my time I fail. That will get you a name, and what ever proof I am able to locate. At which point what you wish to do with the one responsible is up to you. However that too I am willing to assist with, descreetly. But may carry an added cost depending on the nature of the one involved." Oradro says, doing his best to remain calm inwardly and outwardly. "Of course I am flexible on terms of payment."
The man leans forward, resting his elbows on the desk, giving Mr Henrich a direct look. "And why would I pay for your time when you fail?" He questions quietly, "And of course you are flexible...they always are." There is the hint of humour in that comment, in the slight quirk to one corner of his mouth, the slight crinkling at the corners of his eyes. "You are aware that I have all the firm's resources at my disposal?"
"Because, as with you. My time is a valuable comodity. Because in working for you, I shall not be idle and I will share what I find with your interal security, or what ever sort of arrangmenet on those matters you care to make. And because in the time it takes me to flush out your culprit, I could easily make twice the money taking in known common criminals in and around Kingsdale for -their- bounties without having to put in even close the ammount of work this particular matter will no doubt require." Oradro says plainly. "And yes, I am fully aware that you have your firms resources at your disposal. However I doubt the KDPD would have been called in to assit in the matter if outside help was not necesary in the first place. To have such a matter aired publicly is no doubt a little bit of an imbarassment to your company. One certain individuals some times desire the culprit to pay dearly for. Even if you decide I am not.. suitable to aid in ferreting out who is behind the matter. I promise you, you will not find anyone else in Kinsgale as capable of running those responsible to ground as I am. And that is something I'm quite willing to back up with proof."
The man hears him out, glancing at his watch before speaking. "One minute." He picks up the pen again, regarding the other man over his hands as he holds it. "Proof is not required." His tone is mild, utterly calm and unruffled, as he leans back in the chair, resting his hands on his stomach. "Well. Your offer is interesting and you are eloquent. You seem to have an interest in our affairs and I will pay you forty thousand if you are successful. I will pay you five thousand if you fail. I will pay you once you produce results or admit failure." He glances at his watch again. "Are we done?"
"Only so far as negociations go Mr. Jameson. I do have however, one final request. I would like to see the crime scene to begin my work, as well as ask that I have the assistance of your internal security with my investigation. Afterall I would need access to certain areas of the building in the course of my investigation. And having at least one member of your security team along will no doubt assure you I am being honest with you." Oradro says flatly. "Beyond that." he says lightly "There is nothing untill I know more about the nature of the one I now seek on your behalf. Thank you for your time Mr. Jameson. I am certain you will not be dissapointed."
Mr Jameson leans back in the chair, letting it bounce slightly as he considers the other man. He lets the silence draw out for a while, before speaking slowly. "The crime scene will tell you very little. However, I will allow this. One of my 'security team' will take you there. Access after that can be negotiated with him." He nods then, as the door opens and the secretary is stood there with a smile. "Your next appointment is here to see you, sir." Smoothly practiced, she holds the door open for him. "Thank you, Sandra. Mr Henrich, there will be a gentleman available to discuss this with you, waiting in the lobby." True to his word, a gentleman is waiting in the lobby. Perhaps a better description would be a minor mountain. A very large gentleman in a suit, arms folded, is waiting.
Oradro heads out of the office as soon as the standard pleasantries are concluded. The new mountain of a man being assessed much the same way (The psi powers should still be active I belive. Wont bother to renew them if their not though.) STill he introduces himself. "Hello. I'm James Henrich. Mr. Jameson said I would be working with you?"
He gets a nod from the silent mountain in a suit, and he turns, assuming the other man is behind him. He leads the way along corridors before stopping in front of a large office, with the desk for the secretary empty of any smart, professional woman with a smile of a shark. "This one." His voice is a low rumble, and he unlocks the door, throwing it open.
Oradro will then simply enter the office and begin what little he can really do in the way of an investigation. Pausing just within the doorway as he eyes the office in question, not turning to the other as he asks "Has the cause of death been determined as of yet? Weapon used, any possible motivational factors dug up. That sort of thing?"
The mountain stands behind him, blocking the doorway, "Cause of death appears to be strangulation. No motivation certain." His responses are minimal, his arms folded over his massive chest. "Business is business. Sometimes certain VPs have to make decisions that might impact on their safety."
Moving into the office then to take a closer look around he frowns slightly. "Still. To be able to get into a place like this, I'm sure would be difficult. I assume, however with your comment you may have an idea of who might be behind the matter in question?" he inquires of the man. "Otherwise it makes for a rather odd observation."
The man's face is utterly unexpressive, blank. "Does it?" He lets the moment draw out before going on. "Business is a dangerous place these times, my friend. If you make an action, there is an equal and opposite reaction." He shrugs then, the muscles rippling under the suit. "And yeah, getting in here is not easy."
"Well it would lead one to belive you guys certainly have a good idea of who his enemies might be." Oradro says conversationally. The man idly finding himself wishing he knew how to object read, for that he knows, would tell him a great deal of what happened. Meanwhile he continues to search the office. "Has the room been touched since the murder? Vaccumed anything like that?" what he's specifically looking for in this case are signs of anything that may be useful to forging a link with the potential murderer. "Any security footage of who may have done it?"
"Would it?" The mountain rumbles, the corner of his mouth creasing slightly. "No cleaning, nothing moved. No footage." He leans against the doorway, watching with interest. "No body came in or out. His secretary was sat out there, never heard a thing."
"It would. Afterall it's the sort of thing I'd concern myself with. Helps to know who your enemies are afterall." Oradro says as he kneels down to look at the floor, trying ot see if there's some outline of where the body was found before asking where it was in the first place. "Strangulation however wouldnt generally leave much noise to be heard if your quick about it. And I'm sure the walls have at least some degree of sound dampening for those confidential meetings."
"They do, indeed." The mountain agrees. The only imprint of the body on the carpet is of the man's feet, beneath his desk. "Found him at the desk, sat there as if he was about to start work." He shakes his head slowly. "Secretary came in here to tell him his next meeting arrived."
Oradro hrmmms and slowly starts to move behind the desk. Eyeing the chair, the carpet. Looking for traces of hair, or bits of.. anything that seem slightly out of place. "Do you happen to know anyone who has the motive to kill him? I realize i've been hired to do an investigation on my own. But surely you folk have done some poking around of your own."
He is met with a blank face once more, the human humour gone. "There is always competition. Between business." The man gives a slow nod, his gaze resting on the other's face. "If you know what I mean."
Oradro frowns slightly as he carefully starts unweaving the tale of the various imprints. A task that no doubt takes him a fair bit of time since they'd be hard to spot, even to the trained eye. Eventually once he's got it all sorted out he asks "I dont suppose you folk have some way to take a footprint impression out of a carpet do you? Get a clue of the treds maybe? I'll admit I'm not entirely up on the sort of thing, and I realize the imprint wont be as clear as anything from say.. dirt." He carefully move sthen to leave the discovered prints untouched to then check the ceiling, walls and windows near the chair to see if there's any sign of them being distrubed. Forced open. Anything like that.
The man by the door shakes his head slowly, watching as the man searches, consideringly. "There isn't anything that'd do that." He steps into the room, shutting the door after him.
Oradro decides to focus on the window at first, trying to see if there's any signs of it having been jimmied or some how forced open from the outside howevere subtely. Idly commenting in the process "My guess though is they did come in through the window. You've got one set of imprints that dont show up anywhere else in the room directly behind the chair." he points out, even going so far as to indicate the tracks in question. "So right off the bat I'm going to hazard a guess that figguring out who was behind this just got a lot harder. Definately a professional, and there's a number of ways it could have been done without evne having to force the window if rumors circulating in certian circles are true..." a pause then "Is the body still intact by the way? And I assume youv'e at least had one psychich come in here to scan the room for imprints? Impressions? Images?"
The mountain glances at the tracks, disinterested. The window he examines looks as if it had only ever been opened and shut as it was intended. "We didn't think it was a talented amateur..." He murmurs, "The body is intact, and not yet."
"Ah.. you misunderstand me. I mean this was some one who is beyond merely professional." Oradro clarifies calmly. "I wouldnt entirely rule out the potential the person could litterally walk through walls for example. Your 'average' professional on the other hand cant do such a thing. This individual on the other hand appears to have done just that. Teleportation perhaps but I'm not really versed in the ways of magic. I wouldnt rule it out however. So who ever it was paid considerable coin to have your man taken out." he observes. "As for not yet.. well. I would suggest you have some one do exactly that as soon as possible. Specifically have them check this area of the carpet, the chair and the wall behind the chair. I doubt you'll find the assassin would have touched much else, though it wouldnt hurt to feel out the rest of the office I suppose. I seriously belive however that your not likelyt to find much of note in regards tot he case from either."
The mountain nods slowly, giving the other a thoughtful look, consideringly. "I will. Are you done here?" He gives nothing away in his demeanor or expression.
Oradro nods "Pretty much. I'd do the object reading myself If I could but it's not an ability I've mastered yet. I'm abit more trained on the hunting side of things." he says honestly enough. "If however you folk manage to turn up some sort of sketch of the perpetrator however, I would like to see it. Untill then I'd like to go see the body." he says taking one last look around to see if he cant some how against all odds spot one last thing before leaving.
The only new thing he would notice is a smudge on the windowsill. A smudge of dried dirt. If he looks closer, he may also see some smudges on the sides of the window, as if someone had grasped it for balance. "I'll have someone sweep it." The mountain turns towards the door, opening it and offering to let the other man go through first, as if he may steal a desk, but done with courtesy.
Oradro pauses then with a frown and a slight huh. "So he did come in through the window afterall.." He'll do a quick look over, scrape up abit of the dirt as well incase he can some how forge a link with it and failing that detour to take a look at the outside of the building near where the window is to see if he cant find more tracks. Only once he's done however collecting his sample and adding "Have them check the windowsill too. Window while their at it. Dont know how they did it but they definately came in through the window." he says with a newfound sense of conviction before heading out, knowing he wont find anything more within the office at this point given how hard all the other clues were to spot. And before leaving he'll leave a note for Mr. Jameson detailing what he'd found with one of the receptionists, preferably Mr. Jameson's own secretary if possible. Notably however he'll have to get them to write it down for him, since like most people in this world, he's sadly illiterate.Tags:murder tp, oradro
