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Alison Sanderson

D.I. with the WCPD.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, originally authored by Script, as played by Disdain

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The Wing City Police Department, dedicated to protect and serve. One of the most formidable law enforcement agencies on the planet, considering the near limitless potential crime for a city on the crossroads of worlds.
Registered citizen of the Terran National Government

So begins...

Alison Sanderson's Story

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Alison Sanderson pushed open the door of the bar and walked inside, her shoes tapping on the floor as she walked. One hand pressed a phone to her ear, and she was in heated conversation with someone on the other end.

"I can't do that, no. You know I can't. I don't care, you can't pull the guilt card on- no! Look, just shut up. You're not helping yourself by begging like a pathetic child."

Scowling angrily, she took a seat at the counter "Look kid, don't make me hang up on you..."

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Alison Sanderson raised an eyebrow. Murder? Obviously someone had been slacking off, either that or the case was quite low profile. Though murders weren't generally 'low profile'.

Maybe it was recent, or nobody had reported it? There were plenty of unreported murders in this bar every week, if not day, it was just an accepted fact now. They probably had some sort of corpse hatch behind the bar.

"-what? Sorry, I got distracted. Look, this is a busy place, you know that. No, no, I've told you this god knows how many times... sorry, Lockhart. You're on your own."

Snapping the phone shut, Alison let out a disgruntled sigh. "How did she even get my phone number..." she groaned.

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Alison Sanderson once again found herself drawn over to the conversation between a patron and the bartender. Apparently, her bosses were interested in this case, which meant that she should probably be interested. Researchers had to have initiative, it wasn't all search boxes and persistence.

Sighing, Alison brought herself to her feet and walked over to Liesha, leaning casually on the bar next to her. "Afternoon, agent." she said, smiling. She briefly flashed the badge on the inside of her wallet. "UCPD, I couldn't help but overhear your conversation. Have you found anything new, Miss... Kennicot, isn't it?"

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Alison Sanderson smiled "Alison, head researcher. Just doin' my job." she said, extending a hand to shake. "It's my job to know the what and where of everyone and everything involved with the case I'm on, and if it's not known, to find it out."

The researcher nodded "I mean no offense, I'm sure you can handle yourself perfectly well."

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Alison Sanderson "I probably could. I think that cooperation between our departments is necessary in more than just the paperwork, we can be helping you on paper, but helping you in the flesh is more effective."

The researcher took a seat on one of the stools next to Liesha, and waved the barkeep over. "Just a glass of water, please. I'm a lightweight drinker, want my wits about me." she explained, and whilst the drink was being brought she turned back to Liesha.

"Right, so I'll start with what we know. Murder was reported at 15:42 yesterday, the body was found in a dumpster three blocks from the bar, victim was last seen at approximately 15:30, leaving Gambit's Bar, alone. No suspicious activity was reported in the area around these times. Victim received several blows to the head, identified as being slammed against the brick wall of the alleyway, as well as a slit throat, performed with a very sharp blade."

Folding her arms, Alison leant back, "Whoever did this knows what they're doing. Possibly hired."

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Alison Sanderson "Sounds like a master of discretion." she responded wryly, shaking her head. "And as for the lack of witnesses, somebody who knew what they were doing would know how to make sure there weren't any. And the leads... well. The only explanation for that is that they're used to working with departments like ours, either they've worked as a cop in the past or they've been fighting it for long enough to know how we work."

The woman sighed "Though it bothers me. If they'd wanted a clean kill, easy getaway and little chance of detection, a bullet through the brain from a long way off would've been easier, or poison... it seems awfully barbaric to... smash his head in."

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Alison Sanderson "Maybe someone has something against them as a group, a disgruntled ex-agent who lost their job as an explosives specialist, or something. But it wouldn't make sense to kill them here unless they wanted some kind of tension within this city specifically..."

"Where were the other murders? And when?" Alison asked, oblivious of the prying nature of the questions, absorbed in the deduction process.

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Alison Sanderson turned to Kira and raised her eyebrow "I haven't. Is he missing, dear?"

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Alison Sanderson smiled patiently "When was the last time you saw him?"

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Alison Sanderson 's phone began ringing, and with a sigh, Alison held up a hand to the child and pressed the answer key. "Alison here, who's speaking?"

The woman frowned "She what?! No, that's- You're actually being serious? I didn't think she'd sink that low... nevermind. I'm on my way."

Getting to her feet, Alison smiled apologetically at Kira "Sorry kiddo, I've got to go. Sure someone else will help you, though." she said, before hurrying from the bar.

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Alison Sanderson pushed open the door of the bar somewhat harder than necessary, almost hitting it against the wall in the process. Her eyes were narrowed, and she scanned the bar from the doorway before the locked onto Liesha.

Storming up to the woman, Alison raised her voice to a point that wasn't quite yelling, but was far beyond civil and polite conversation "Miss Kennicot!" she snapped as she approached, halting a few steps away and glaring at her. "You and I are in urgent need of a talk."

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Alison Sanderson "I felt it would be more direct to find out where you were, receptionists and secretaries are notoriously hard to bypass over the phone." the woman replied icily.

"You do realise that you are not above the law, Miss Kennicot? Within our city, you may have the rights of the law, but that does not mean you can run around breaking it."

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Alison Sanderson "The point? You want the point, Agent? The point is you apprehended an officer of the law, without any sort of consultation with the force, and then proceeded to violently interrogate him!"

Alison was fuming. Not only had Liesha broken every rule in the book regarding interrogation, the officer in question was one of Alison's own colleagues, that she had worked with on numerous occasions.

This 'SCD' agent had appeared seemingly out of nowhere within the city, and poked her nose into quite literally every corner of the city to try and pursue this case. Not only was it an insult to the WCPD to assume that they couldn't find the culprit of a murder within their own city, but then to interrogate an officer? This agent had gone too far, no matter what department she worked for.

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Alison Sanderson "Did it not occur to you to consult with the commander, or the chief, or even the head of the department first? Did it not occur to you that we would take anything like this seriously? Regardless of the damn evidence, the principle of violently interrogating anyone, let alone a damn officer... what in hell were you thinking?"

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Alison Sanderson Harriet looked up from her position at the bar-counter, where she had been humming to herself as she went about the business of cleaning and organising the workspace.

"How many times do I 'ave to tell ye Doryn, don't slam the... 'old on." she began, before her automatic response to Doryn's presence trailed out. "Ye didn't slam the door..."

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Alison Sanderson "Listen closely, Miss Kennicot. You seem to fail to recognise that you have broken the law. Violent interrogation - torture by its literal definition - is against Human Rights laws. The issue is not the 'stepping on toes', but the violation of Human. Rights."

Harriet blinked, "Wha? Where in 'ell are ye? Ye've..." Harriet trailed off as she peered far enough over the bar counter to spot Doryn. "Oh bloody 'ell. What've ye done now?"

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Alison Sanderson sighed "I would be within full rights to arrest you, Miss Kennicot. Being an American citizen does not grant you diplomatic immunity, and I am sure that your Director will be receiving the full report within the week." she said curtly, before shaking her head.

"However, I'll leave that decision to the Commander. I am willing to listen, if you are willing to speak."

Harriet stared down at eight-year-old Doryn with a mixture of surprise and dismay, at a complete loss for words.

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Alison Sanderson Harriet then decided that words were entirely unnecessary, and simply laughed her head off.

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Alison Sanderson Harriet didn't notice the tear at all, too preoccupied with not falling over. "Oh Doryn, oh dear oh dear. I'm lookin' forward to hearin' the story behind this..."

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There wasn't anyone at the desk at the time, and so the resident desk jockey answered the 'ding!' after a few moments, emerging from the offices from a door to the left with a bundle of papers in her arms.

"Juust a second," came the muffled voice of Alison from behind the files as she staggered behind the desk and deposited them there. "Alright, good evening sir." The woman lowered her eyes to Amber too "And you, of course, Miss -- how can I help you?"

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"Juliana Paisley? Is she staff, or here for another reason?" Alison asked, clicking onto the computer at the desk and typing in the name. Alison hadn't had enough contact with Izumi's case to recognise the name off the top of her head.

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"Juliana Paisley..." Alison murmured, scrolling down the screen. "Ah! That's the woman we broug-" Alison cut off, disguising it as a cough, noting once again the child's presence, and the significance of Bill's words.

"Oh, I see. Ah, you know her? I can take you to see her. But I'll need some sort of ID?"

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"Alright. That's..." Alison took the files, reading over them. This was the woman's daughter? Eesh. She didn't envy the guy. "Alright. Right this way then, sir." she said, stepping out from behind the desk and leading Bill into a corridor that would take them to the labs.

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Alison turned around, rolling her eyes. "Well duh, there is a waiting room. I'll get someone to sit with her once we get there, if you want."

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Alison Sanderson led Bill and Amber into the lab building, and into a small waiting area. "Do you want me to leave someone with her, or are you alright with your eye?" Alison had learnt not to question magic eyes and the like, after spending long enough in Wing City.

"She's just through here." she said, gesturing at a door that led onto a corridor, the only open door leading to the lace where Julia's body was being kept respectfully laid on a bed with a cloth up over her body. No post mortem had been carried out.

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