California || RP with a_good_agent
[This started on AIM and shall continue on here!]
Wayne Rigsby: [Rigsby standing over dead body at crime scene, writing in his little black notebook]
Myka Bering: [Myka shows up, squinting behind her sunglasses, observing the crime scene - the backyard poolside of a well-off philanthropist - the deceased, a man in his 50s. She's already flashed her badge to be let in beyond the tape. She was dispatched from South Dakota after Artie got wind of several suspicious deaths in Northern California -- death by pick-ax, in what used to be Gold Rush country.]
Wayne Rigsby: That...has got to hurt. [observing a sword stuck in the back of the deceased]
Myka Bering: [She doesn't immediately introduce herself, just listens to Rigsby's comment, looks down at the body and frowns.] That's...odd. [She was expecting a pick-ax, Artie had toldher the deaths were pick-ax related...She'd arrived in town the daybefore, had planned on poking around this morning, when she'd received the news that another murder had occurred in the same fashion...but had it?]
Wayne Rigsby: [Rigsby turns at her comment] Isn't it? Some of the officers are kidding around that we should be looking for Zorro.
Myka Bering: Or the person who's been pick-axing people to death. [She's noted that the setting for this crime is similar to the pick-ax deaths: upscale homes, wealthy victims, and isn't about to write them off as unconnected. For all she knows, there could be another pair of bifurcated artifacts, used in tandem...Much as she doesn't like dead bodies, she kneels down to look at the wounds and at the sword.]
Wayne Rigsby: [confused] Pick-ax? I may not be an expert, but that's definitely a sword.....wait, who're you? Let me see some identification, please.
Myka Bering: [stands up, flashes her badge] Myka Bering. Secret Service. There have been a series of murders-by-pick-ax in this area. Wealthy victims, in their upscale homes. Just like this. This might be a death-by-sword, but it could be connected.
Wayne Rigsby: [fighting the scowl off of his face, rats someone's gonna take their crime scene from them] You here to...take over? [blunt and to the point]
Myka Bering: If this is related to the pick-ax deaths, yes, we have jurisdiction. [She knows it must seem odd for the Secret Service to be involved with murders in California. She hears it on every case they get - "aren't you supposed to be protecting the President?" - but she's ready to defend her reasons for being there.]
Wayne Rigsby: [flips his book closed with a sigh, all that work and the trip down here for nothing]
Myka: [is surprised he hasn't objected, looks around the rest of the scene, pretty eager to not stare at/be in the vicinity of the dead body - looks at the poolside, considers going inside to see the state of the house, since the other places were said to have been robbed]
Wayne Rigsby: [Rigsby standing over dead body at crime scene, writing in his little black notebook]
Myka Bering: [Myka shows up, squinting behind her sunglasses, observing the crime scene - the backyard poolside of a well-off philanthropist - the deceased, a man in his 50s. She's already flashed her badge to be let in beyond the tape. She was dispatched from South Dakota after Artie got wind of several suspicious deaths in Northern California -- death by pick-ax, in what used to be Gold Rush country.]
Wayne Rigsby: That...has got to hurt. [observing a sword stuck in the back of the deceased]
Myka Bering: [She doesn't immediately introduce herself, just listens to Rigsby's comment, looks down at the body and frowns.] That's...odd. [She was expecting a pick-ax, Artie had toldher the deaths were pick-ax related...She'd arrived in town the daybefore, had planned on poking around this morning, when she'd received the news that another murder had occurred in the same fashion...but had it?]
Wayne Rigsby: [Rigsby turns at her comment] Isn't it? Some of the officers are kidding around that we should be looking for Zorro.
Myka Bering: Or the person who's been pick-axing people to death. [She's noted that the setting for this crime is similar to the pick-ax deaths: upscale homes, wealthy victims, and isn't about to write them off as unconnected. For all she knows, there could be another pair of bifurcated artifacts, used in tandem...Much as she doesn't like dead bodies, she kneels down to look at the wounds and at the sword.]
Wayne Rigsby: [confused] Pick-ax? I may not be an expert, but that's definitely a sword.....wait, who're you? Let me see some identification, please.
Myka Bering: [stands up, flashes her badge] Myka Bering. Secret Service. There have been a series of murders-by-pick-ax in this area. Wealthy victims, in their upscale homes. Just like this. This might be a death-by-sword, but it could be connected.
Wayne Rigsby: [fighting the scowl off of his face, rats someone's gonna take their crime scene from them] You here to...take over? [blunt and to the point]
Myka Bering: If this is related to the pick-ax deaths, yes, we have jurisdiction. [She knows it must seem odd for the Secret Service to be involved with murders in California. She hears it on every case they get - "aren't you supposed to be protecting the President?" - but she's ready to defend her reasons for being there.]
Wayne Rigsby: [flips his book closed with a sigh, all that work and the trip down here for nothing]
Myka: [is surprised he hasn't objected, looks around the rest of the scene, pretty eager to not stare at/be in the vicinity of the dead body - looks at the poolside, considers going inside to see the state of the house, since the other places were said to have been robbed]