Setting
A large and imposing structure, the Wing City Police Department is a building designed to resist what the city has to offer. Fitted with security systems designed to combat mages, psionics, teleporters and phasers alike, nobody could ever accuse the WCPD of being unprepared. Alongside the regular offices, training areas and public areas you would expect in a police station, Wing City's department is fitted with a large bunker and armoury.
Armed guards have a notable presence around the building, many of whom are more than human themselves, and all of whom are equipped with specialist weaponry and protection designed for the environment they work in.
The building itself is heavily reinforced. The brand new reinforced metal doors leading into the building can be locked down with heavy shielding and blast resistance. Turrets, deployable cover and multiple checkpoints with similar defenses internally are spread throughout the building.
Wing City Police Department
The home of Wing City's finest, where the WCPD deal with their paperwork, training and other business beyond day-to-day patrols, and where their leaders can generally be found.
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27 Characters Here
Slim [89] "Violah! Get down on the ground, no moving!"
Sonya Ballifrey [78] ...
Janet Sou [64] At the age of thirty, she a miserable loner. She spends her nights as a mopey drunk, and her days as a mopey smoker.
Skylar Grey [62] Leader of the Mammon's Lost Gang.
Danielle Kalter [56] An metahuman agent with the WCPD, rather averse to her general role as 'cannon fodder'. "Just because it doesn't hurt when they shoot me doesn't mean I enjoy it!"
Keiko Yukiyama [44] ISSP Agent assigned to Imperial affairs.
No Face [32] Who are you without your Identity?
Caleb Jefferson [13] I don't give a damn
Harold Miller [10] Former WCPD Chief of Police and Detective 1st Class with the CPF
Ted Ellison [7] The mind of Mammon's perfect vessel now free.
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Jack Carver looked down. "No. At least, none that I ever saw, or heard about...". He was just reminded about how he lost everyone. "I have no one...".
He looked out the window, and then asked "So....whats going to happen to me?"
He looked out the window, and then asked "So....whats going to happen to me?"
Timmothy Vaugn tried to see who Elisio was talking to, but the door blocked his view. He could hear him though. "Yes, I am here and behalf of Ms. Julia Smith, who is away on business so cannot come here directly. She sent me however, to find out why when our movers moving our equipment in and out of the warehouse, after being delayed by some bizzare traffic, found multiple unidentified bodies there. We know you were there legally, and our local security cameras, which can only be accessed on sight, therefore making us unaware of their intrusion. We do not know how they got a key, but we are doing our own investigation. Hopefully, our cleaning crews will be able to wash out the blood soon".
As Timmothy poked his head out from behind the door, he then added "We also offer protective services towards Metahumans, as well as care for orphans and such. I am sure we could help him with his loss...".
Timmothy looked at him. He seemed trustworthy. But, deep down, he did not trust these people. It was there warehouse. How did he know they didn't hire them. "I don't like these people..." he mumbled.
Timmothy Vaugn watched the man as he continued to speak. "Well, I am trying to be nice. Ms. Julia Smith...she has her own beliefs...and she will fight you for this. I recommend you give him to us now, because Julia Smith will not endorse him staying with you. She will almost certainly come after you, this is me extending an Olive Branch".
As Timmothy poked his head out from behind the door, he then added "We also offer protective services towards Metahumans, as well as care for orphans and such. I am sure we could help him with his loss...".
Timmothy looked at him. He seemed trustworthy. But, deep down, he did not trust these people. It was there warehouse. How did he know they didn't hire them. "I don't like these people..." he mumbled.
Timmothy Vaugn watched the man as he continued to speak. "Well, I am trying to be nice. Ms. Julia Smith...she has her own beliefs...and she will fight you for this. I recommend you give him to us now, because Julia Smith will not endorse him staying with you. She will almost certainly come after you, this is me extending an Olive Branch".
Elisio listened to what the man said and he narrowed his eyes, "Your company is big....correct? I understand you not being able to manage everything but you think you would know about a warehouse of yours being used illegally for something along the lines of kidnapping and torture, hmm?" he asked with an angry tone.
He then looked down at Timmothy, and rubbed his head a little, and winked. He then looked at the man, "Julia Smith does not represent me, or the department sir, I am taking this child into my custody and that is final, I will get a god damn court order if I have to" he said with a very serious tone.
He then looked down at Timmothy, and rubbed his head a little, and winked. He then looked at the man, "Julia Smith does not represent me, or the department sir, I am taking this child into my custody and that is final, I will get a god damn court order if I have to" he said with a very serious tone.
Timmothy Vaugn watched as the man looked at the man as he was a bit shocked, but only a bit, by what he said. "Don't say I did not warn you. My card, if, or more likely when. you change your mind..." he said, placing his card on a table nearby, and then walking away.
"He is going to be trouble, isn't he? I can tell. He seems like trouble". He then added "So, what now?" He legitimately did not know what to do next. Its not like he planned for this situation. "Also, can we get breakfast?"
"He is going to be trouble, isn't he? I can tell. He seems like trouble". He then added "So, what now?" He legitimately did not know what to do next. Its not like he planned for this situation. "Also, can we get breakfast?"
Elisio narrowed his eyes again and then picked up the card, putting it in his pocket, before turned to Timmothy, he nodded his head, and smiled at the boy. "This way Timmothy" he said and led him outside to his car, and got in, waiting for Timmothy to get in.
"There should be a good diner around here, I think" he said with a warm tone.
"There should be a good diner around here, I think" he said with a warm tone.
Timmothy Vaugn followed him into the car, and sat in the passenger seat. He looked around, at all the different people. "What time is it anyways? Morning, or afternoon?" he asked, before then adding "What diner?"
It wasn't long before Casey arrived at the Department, pulling into her designated parking space (because she had one now, and she didn't care how douchy it looked to obstinately park in that space), and jumping out of the car to head towards the building. Her hand immediately went towards her phone after pressing a particular number on speed dial.
"Charlie," she said with a grin as she slipped inside the department, "I know you don't like coming into work on your days off, but..."
"Charlie," she said with a grin as she slipped inside the department, "I know you don't like coming into work on your days off, but..."
Charlie's car was creeping up the street as her phone rang, "I swear to God, if it's Taco again..." The woman muttered, bringing the phone up to her ear after pressing the button that would answer the call.
"Funny you should say that, I decided to work today. I'm actually pulling into the station right now." Charlie told Casey, her black muscle car entering the police compound.
"I take it something's up. I'll be inside shortly, I wanted to talk to some of those Russian dudes."
"Funny you should say that, I decided to work today. I'm actually pulling into the station right now." Charlie told Casey, her black muscle car entering the police compound.
"I take it something's up. I'll be inside shortly, I wanted to talk to some of those Russian dudes."
"That's what I'm here for too." Casey said, hanging up the phone and moving immediately towards the holding cells, taking a moment to tuck in her blouse and seek out her gun belt. Once in her office, she retrieved the gear and fastened it to her waist before moving over towards the other offices.
When she spied Charlie coming in, she tossed a paper ball towards her.
"Think you'd be surprised to find that I'm more familiar with these Russians than you might think." she told her.
"Wanna go in together?" she added, an excited glint to her eyes.
When she spied Charlie coming in, she tossed a paper ball towards her.
"Think you'd be surprised to find that I'm more familiar with these Russians than you might think." she told her.
"Wanna go in together?" she added, an excited glint to her eyes.
"You told me that you were undercover with these guys before, do you really want to risk being recognized?" Charlotte asked Casey, "I doubt all of these guys were recruited last month."
"Besides, I have specific questions. Apparently the ringleader to the attack on Gambit's the other night was some kind of magician lady. Before we start searching databases and all that I wanted to see who would give up a name."
"Besides, I have specific questions. Apparently the ringleader to the attack on Gambit's the other night was some kind of magician lady. Before we start searching databases and all that I wanted to see who would give up a name."
"Hm, good point. Got a little ahead of myself." Casey shook her head, wondering for a moment at her own actions. She followed after Charlie, joining with her as the two converged in the hallway.
"I was there when the ringleader attacked." she explained. "Just under guise. We would have made a clean arrest if this stupid draconic character didn't barge into the middle of the mess."
She sighed heavily.
"I was there when the ringleader attacked." she explained. "Just under guise. We would have made a clean arrest if this stupid draconic character didn't barge into the middle of the mess."
She sighed heavily.
"Maybe we can take them to the lineup? Question them from other side of the glass?" Charlie asked, "I'm always thinking outside of the box." The woman said, taking the time to boast for herself.
"You never have to let them see your face though, I think it's a good idea. Not just saying that because it's mine..."
"You never have to let them see your face though, I think it's a good idea. Not just saying that because it's mine..."
"Oh I'm sure." Casey replied with a small smile. "Lets do it then. Better we get this overwith sooner rather than later."
"Oh! I could go in under one of my guises too. Not the one the Russian's know, obviously." she added with a sheepish smile. "More where that came from. I'm hoping we can get one of them to fess up to Jacob's involvement. Where he might be now."
"Oh! I could go in under one of my guises too. Not the one the Russian's know, obviously." she added with a sheepish smile. "More where that came from. I'm hoping we can get one of them to fess up to Jacob's involvement. Where he might be now."
"Alright, you get changed, do your master of disguise thing, I'll get them down to the lineup." Charlie said, "After that, we can go on the offensive." Charlotte told Casey.
"I'll see you there." Charlotte said, continuing down the hall towards the holding cells. She was going to drag everyone with a Russian accent out and stuff them into that room one way or the other.
"I'll see you there." Charlotte said, continuing down the hall towards the holding cells. She was going to drag everyone with a Russian accent out and stuff them into that room one way or the other.
Casey did just that, hesitating as she watched Charlie disappear down the hall. When she was sure the other woman was out of sight, she pulled back, went to her office, and shifted to the familiar form of the woman Alex Dupois, a taller, dark-haired figure who hinted at French lineage. She changed a glance at herself in the reflection of her computer monitor, a bit perturbed at how completely different she looked.
She shook off the feeling, rolled her shoulders, and made her way towards the room where they would hold the line-up.
She shook off the feeling, rolled her shoulders, and made her way towards the room where they would hold the line-up.
Charlie stood in the room, peering at the Russians on the other side of the glass. "Who's she?" Charlotte asked one of the officers present in the room, pointing to a woman with red hair who stood amongst the sea of men.
"Not sure, she won't give a name. She's Russian though, or something." The cop answered, "I think she came in during the bank robbery."
"Get her back to a cell." Charlotte ordered, "I don't think she's with Team Moscow."
"Not sure, she won't give a name. She's Russian though, or something." The cop answered, "I think she came in during the bank robbery."
"Get her back to a cell." Charlotte ordered, "I don't think she's with Team Moscow."
The woman approached, stepping past the other officers as they ducked inside to bring the red-head out of the room. Standing next to Charlie, she crossed her arms over her chest and tilted her head to one side.
"I recognize most of them." she noted. "There's a few new recruits. Younger, of course, but the oldies are still there." Meaner than a rattlesnake, with souls as barren and cold as the Russian tundra.
She stepped up to the mic.
"Gentlemen," she began, her brow furrowing a moment. "Let me preface this by stating, first of all, that the more forthcoming we all are, the quicker this process will be. We have a few questions for the lot of you. I'm hoping someone decides to do the right thing."
It was words spoken with the knowledge that they probably wouldn't be honest, if they spoke at all. It was always better to get these types alone. She glanced to Charlie.
"I recognize most of them." she noted. "There's a few new recruits. Younger, of course, but the oldies are still there." Meaner than a rattlesnake, with souls as barren and cold as the Russian tundra.
She stepped up to the mic.
"Gentlemen," she began, her brow furrowing a moment. "Let me preface this by stating, first of all, that the more forthcoming we all are, the quicker this process will be. We have a few questions for the lot of you. I'm hoping someone decides to do the right thing."
It was words spoken with the knowledge that they probably wouldn't be honest, if they spoke at all. It was always better to get these types alone. She glanced to Charlie.
Charlotte gave Casey a thumbs up, turning her attention back to the Russians on the other side of glass. A few them raising their middle fingers, grabbing their crotches or spitting at the glass.
"We might be here for awhile." Charlotte said, watching as an officer entered the other room to grab the redhead.
The redhead raised her hands quickly towards the officer, striking him directly in the jaw. He stumbled back, reaching for his gun. Before the man could draw the weapon the redhead was pouncing him, teeth digging into his nose in just a matter of seconds.
"Hey! Hey! Get in there!" A cop said, he and others moving as quickly as possible to assist their fellow officer.
Unfortunately a Russian thug lunged for the downed cop's pistol, taking it easily while he was being mauled.
"Well, that got out of hand..."
"We might be here for awhile." Charlotte said, watching as an officer entered the other room to grab the redhead.
The redhead raised her hands quickly towards the officer, striking him directly in the jaw. He stumbled back, reaching for his gun. Before the man could draw the weapon the redhead was pouncing him, teeth digging into his nose in just a matter of seconds.
"Hey! Hey! Get in there!" A cop said, he and others moving as quickly as possible to assist their fellow officer.
Unfortunately a Russian thug lunged for the downed cop's pistol, taking it easily while he was being mauled.
"Well, that got out of hand..."
Alex pushed past Charlie, her own gun coming up and out of its holster and flashing before her, immediately taking aim for the man who held the gun.
"Drop it!" she shouted in Russian, her accent natural, like she'd had it her whole life. "Now! Or I shoot!"
She trusted that a few of the other officers could get a single red-head off of their comrade. She didn't take her eyes off the gunman.
"Drop it!" she shouted in Russian, her accent natural, like she'd had it her whole life. "Now! Or I shoot!"
She trusted that a few of the other officers could get a single red-head off of their comrade. She didn't take her eyes off the gunman.
Charlotte grabbed her own gun, moving to get to the other side of the glass and assist her partner. "Drop it, this will only end badly for you." Charlotte said as she entered, stepping around the redhead and the officers prying her off of the man.
The redhead woman easily through the police officers off of herself, some of them probably flying towards Charlotte and Alex.
The Russians made use of what little chance they had, attempting to bum rush the exit as the redhead began to slip out of the room.
"Get her!" A cop yelled.
The redhead woman easily through the police officers off of herself, some of them probably flying towards Charlotte and Alex.
The Russians made use of what little chance they had, attempting to bum rush the exit as the redhead began to slip out of the room.
"Get her!" A cop yelled.
She couldn't shoot them, not without just cause. Unfortunately, there weren't enough officers there to sustain the sudden rush of men towards the door, and Alex had to watch in horror as the reality of a break-out became very real.
"Charlie!" she shouted. "We need to put a call out!"
"Charlie!" she shouted. "We need to put a call out!"
Charlie reached out to grab one of the men, she was successful up until the other large bodies slammed against her. It was like a mosh pit of criminals, eventually the woman was pushed against a wall. The soft crunch of her nose against it heard only by her over the noise.
"We have criminals on the loose." A voice said from the downed cop's radio, "Requesting backup near holding cells, hold escaped suspects there."
"Damn it." Charlotte said, grabbing her nose. "Go ahead, I'm going to help this guy out." She said, gesturing the officer who was bitten earlier.
He seemed to be unconscious, a lack of blood and possibly shock being the catalyst for his current state.
"We have criminals on the loose." A voice said from the downed cop's radio, "Requesting backup near holding cells, hold escaped suspects there."
"Damn it." Charlotte said, grabbing her nose. "Go ahead, I'm going to help this guy out." She said, gesturing the officer who was bitten earlier.
He seemed to be unconscious, a lack of blood and possibly shock being the catalyst for his current state.
The unusual sound of steel-toed shoes slowly approached the building, the man looking quite calm and content, his hand resting on the fedora adorn atop his head, his eyes closed and a pleasant smile on his face. Wow... not only was this guy a smooth dresser, he looked so calm and laid back. He was here for one reason... AND ONE REASON ONLY... to get a job.
There were too many, she realized quickly. She managed to take one of the escaped suspects down, only to receive a savage kick to the ribs that had her sprawling sideways. Coughing hard, and feeling the ache with each breath, she scrambled to her knees, fighting the urge to vomit as she got to her feet.
A few had made it to the door. A few others had broken into the gun safe. Alex's eyes widened.
"Charlie get down!" she hollared as lead bullets began to fly through the air. She ducked behind a corridor, pulling out her own weapon and turning to open fire on the attackers.
A few had made it to the door. A few others had broken into the gun safe. Alex's eyes widened.
"Charlie get down!" she hollared as lead bullets began to fly through the air. She ducked behind a corridor, pulling out her own weapon and turning to open fire on the attackers.
Charlotte stayed low, hands searching for her own gun as escaped criminals opened fire on them and other officers in the building. "Shit." The woman muttered, creeping along to join Alex.
An escaped criminal stepped out into the open, tossing tear gas canisters everywhere that he could. If there wasn't tear gas everywhere he wouldn't be satisfied.
Sister Ovus, the redhead who wasn't afraid to bite, with her assembled cultists charged towards one of the walls in the front of the police station. "What is she doing?" A cultist asked as he watched.
Ovus held her hands out, stepping up onto a chair to propel herself through the air. In the eyes of most, if not all, people this was stupid. Crazy. Charging into a solid wall made of something equally as solid.
As Ovus came into contact with the wall there was a small, but very loud, explosion. A hole where the woman had was formed and she was still flying through the air, eventually slamming into a parked police van.
An escaped criminal stepped out into the open, tossing tear gas canisters everywhere that he could. If there wasn't tear gas everywhere he wouldn't be satisfied.
Sister Ovus, the redhead who wasn't afraid to bite, with her assembled cultists charged towards one of the walls in the front of the police station. "What is she doing?" A cultist asked as he watched.
Ovus held her hands out, stepping up onto a chair to propel herself through the air. In the eyes of most, if not all, people this was stupid. Crazy. Charging into a solid wall made of something equally as solid.
As Ovus came into contact with the wall there was a small, but very loud, explosion. A hole where the woman had was formed and she was still flying through the air, eventually slamming into a parked police van.