london ♔ see how fast they fall apart

[nepotism]

♬ biting down - lorde

WHO || Fred Jr., Faye, Astrid, Taradiddle, Miles [Closed]
WHAT || CSI: London
WHERE || London, England
WHEN || Jan 12th, shortly before 4pm [forwarddated]
HOW || Actionspam. Single thread, don't worry about maintaining tagging order.

The murder the Knights are sent to investigate took place in an abandoned warehouse, near the largest highway in London. The aging and dilapidated structure is covered with graffiti and bits of rusting metal.

Squad cars and emergency vehicles have surrounded the building. Outside the main entrance, police officers are questioning a small crowd of people when the Knights arrive.

Fred parks the car, and looks across through the passenger window.

"Must be the place. Let's roll."

Comments

[nepotism]

{ "NO," he sputters, "I-- I panicked." ]

Yeah, well. Now's the time to unpanic and help fix the mess you made. You said you had a way to track them? [ he glances at the others ] We need to go after them and take these things out before they hit anyone else.

[ fulbert nods vigorously. "Yes, I-- Here." he pulls out the device he'd grabbed off the counter in the lab, and holds it out. "It's keyed to their implants. They're the red dots. It's relatively easy to operate even for a -- a layman." ]

[cuivre]

Layman? Please.

[He snags the device from the guys outstretched hand, taking a look at it and quickly figuring out where they need to go next. (Computer Use(?) 20 total)]

The sooner we take care of these things, the better.

[Says the guy who is in the worst shape. He gestures to Fulburt, glancing at Fred.]

We bringing him along?

[nepotism]

[ as miles activates the device, which shows all three dots roaming around a sewer not too far across town, fred glances at the others. ]

Likely, he'll just get in the way if we have to take these things on.

[reallywicked]

We could always use him as bait.

[She's kidding...kind of....]

[nepotism]

We're not gonna sink to his level. We can cuff him and come back for him, bring him to the police. [ and he'll yank out a pair of cuffs. ] We should get back inside first. C'mon.