Captain Arren Valaj'Karesh's Story

The phone rang, there was a brief pause, and then it rang again.

"Hagan." The voice echoed on the other end, and there was silence as he listened and took down notes as to what happened.

"Do you have any details on the accident? What law enforcement agencies were involved? What hospital is she at currently? What kind of treatment has she had?" Hagan asked on the other line.

There was a crackling, a pause, and then another voice.

"This is Paramilitary Coordinator Valaj-Karesh, I'll be handling all issues concerning this accident. I'm letting you know this call is being recorded, and myself, and Mr. Hagan on the line." The second voice said.

"I'll need you to take a statement with our investigator, in addition to a statement with the Confederation Protection Force, is that okay?" He asked, as Cally beckoned Jack over to help with her itching.

Jack took the phone away from his ear for a second and covered the microphone. "This may take a minute or two," he said before he helped Callandra with her itching. He slipped the rod in between her skin and the cast as he spoke to whatever officials were on the line.

"The accident happened earlier this evening. Callandra was hit by a black SUV," Jack said. He gave them the partial plates of the vehicle. "A WCPD officer named Randin and I pulled her out of the wreckage before the truck blew. She's in the ICU at Wing City Hospital. And seeing as I'm not family, I'm not allowed into her records so I have no idea what medical treatment they've given her." Jack paused and looked down at Callandra.

"... but she's in a full body cast. You may want to transport an immersion tank if you can. She's specially requested one and I would appreciate it if you brought it too. She is not enjoying herself, sirs."

The voices on the other end conversed briefly in Anquietas, before Miles hung up, and the younger voice replied. "I'll notify her next of kin and see that she's transferred to a proper Tech Con facility." The Coordinator said, before he too hung up, disconnecting the line.

The woman breathed a sigh of relief as the pole caught the itchy spots, relieving her of the persistent itching that the cast had caused.

"If you want, i'll see that you are allowed to come with me to the Tech Con facility."

"Roger," was all that Jack said before he shoved his phone into his pocket.

"I would like that but before that I need to get back to my hotel. I desperately need a shower if you can't already tell by smell alone," Jack said to Callandra. He laughed and kept running the rod beneath her cast to keep her comfortable.

Jack didn't tell Callandra but he was also going to hire an investigator himself. He despised drunk drivers with every fiber of his body. Jack needed justice done too, for Callandra's sake and his own.

"So, do mind being called Cally? It suits you."

"Right there..." Callandra said as she pointed to the small cafe that appeared to be situated on a corner.

"We can start here, figure out what to do, maybe grab a bite to eat." She said, gesturing for the Captain to find a place to park.

She turned towards several rolled up maps, blueprints and documents that were situated on the dashboard. There were clipboards, pens, and a pair of goggles as well.



The white vehicle seemed to stick out compared to the surrounding parked cars in this strange city. This was largely the first time those of Aschen blood set foot inside Issunar, largely keeping to the Midlands, the pair of Tech Con Employees brought the truck to a stop, and Arren placed it in park.

"Lunch is on me, Cal." He said, opening the door with an audible thunk, while Callandra got out, pulling a pair of sunglasses over her face.

"We should have just sent some mooks." Cally said, closing the door to the truck, while the horn chirped signalling that it was locking.

As Arren and Callandra moved to the sidewalk, both stopped to survey the city around them, though their grey Tech Con issued jumpsuits contrasted to the colorful garb the locals wore.

The older male approached the door to the Cafe, and he opened it, gesturing for Callandra to enter first, which she did, with rolled up papers tucked under her arm, and a large briefcase in her hand.

The Pair stepped into the Cafe, and Arren pointed to a corner booth that was meant for a large party. "Over there, set us up and I'll find someone to get us some food." He said, moving towards the counter to find a waiter. Aside from the paperwork, and briefcase, neither had a weapon strapped to their hip, rather Arren had a rather large knife strapped to his vest, which was worn over his jumpsuit, an 'Ace of spaces' card taped to the knife's sheath.

Callandra made her way to the booth, first spreading a large map of Lutetia on the table, weighing it down with salt and pepper shakers, and her briefcase. She grabbed a pen and began to study the map, waiting for her partner.

Once Arren had returned to the table, the pair began to go over the map while thoughtfully munching on some rolls, and splitting a quiche.

"Here..." Callandra pointed out, her finger resting firmly on the Phantom quarter of the map. "The Locals say it's one of the worst neighborhoods in the city, it'll be perfect for Mr. Vogel's initiative." She said, while taking a bite out of a buttered criossant.

"He wants to buy up the land, displace the locals and redevelop it into condos for wealthy people? The Investment went okay for Wing City, but we'll have to survey the place up close before we take any action. I want to include everything in my report."

The pair quickly finished their lunch, and began to pack up the maps.

"Alright then." Cally said, pausing a moment. "Let's roll."

Once everything was packed up, the pair stood up, left enough Aschen cubit notes to cover the bill, and then they started out of the Cafe back towards their truck.

Almost immediately behind the sedan was a truck. The occupants of the truck seemed to pay no heed to the Sedan, though, as it too crept by the warehouse.

"This place gives me the creeps." Cally said as she turned to Arren, while he was driving.

"Yeah, stinks like shit too." He commented, pointing the spotlight up at the dilapidated buildings. "I don't know if this place will even be worth the investment... I'll pull up here and we can get some photographs of the place.."

The pair of Tech Con officers slowly put the truck into park just down the street, as the sun was peering over the decrepit buildings.

Arren turned to Cally and she grabbed a camera off the dashboard.

"Go find us a place to stay and set up shop, I'm going to get a drone up and take some pictures. I'll text you when I need someone to pick me up." She said, and Arren nodded, giving her the thumbs up as she opened the door with an audible thunk, and then she stepped out of the truck. As she did this, Arren handed her a Type 22 Pistol.

"Here." He said, and the woman shook her head. "I don't need it, I can handle myself. Besides whose going to mug someone in broad daylight? You gotta be pretty stupid." She commented.

She grabbed her camera and noted that there was a car parked across the street, and someone getting in and out of the car. She didn't pay them much attention as she pointed the camera in their general vicinity, and then she snapped a picture of the building, though it would seem she was snapping a picture of Bowen and Chloe's car.

After a few pictures were taken, she moved to the back of the truck, hefting a fairly large cylindrical object, she moved to unfold it's wings and attach the engine nacelles. She then withdrew a small datapad, and began to program the drone's internal systems.

"Alright, take me some pictures." Cally said, and the Drone's wings unfolded, and with an audible hiss it began to take off.

Certainly strange and out of the ordinary for a place like this.

Once the UAV began to pull up and away into the sky above the buildings, the white truck pulled away and the woman started to walk in the opposite direction.

She reached out and caught the keys in both hands before laughing lightly. However, when she reached for the keys, Bowen would be able to see dark black and green bruises that were normally covered up by her long sleeves or jacket sleeves around her wrists. "I guess it would mean I'd have to learn the city very quickly if I took to the roads, wouldn't it?" She smiled at him.

Chloe frowned though, when she noticed an ominous white truck parking near and a woman jumping out and taking pictures of the area. "Hope the scene's been cleared, doesn't look like press is gonna wait.. I wouldn't think someone from the news team would have any interest in someone being attacked out here though.." She said before getting into the car. "I hate getting my pictures taken.." She grumbled. "Where to, Boss?" She asked after buckling her seat belt.