From Yesterday (Episode 2.5.3)
"They have taken quite a disturbance to kill two teenagers ... - Drake said in a neutral tone - Head and heartbreaking. Is excessive. And risky. "Shaking his head, walked around the dead bodies to observe from different angles.
"They will have to redo the floor. - Deplored Adrian - The blood is no longer off the parquet. A real shame. They could put the plastic under ... "
Rebeq gave him a dirty look. Sometimes Drake and Adrian put their thrills me. They were always so calm even in situations like that, as if they had already seen everything there was to see. Yet they were young ...
Rebeq understand how this could apply to Adrian, who had landed at the DCS after a period in the secret services, but it always amazed me the coldness of Drake.
"Captain! Come and see! " Drake said curved to comply with the corpses.
Rebeq approached him.
"You see the burn on the arm of the boy?" Drake pointed out.
Rebeq examined it as best he could without touching the corpse. He had an odd shape regular. "Yes I see it."
"I bet he wants that is the arm of a cross." Drake said as pale as death, for once disturbed.
Rebeq watched in silence for a while yet, trying to mentally complete the picture. "Uhm ... Maybe. How can you be so sure? "
Drake said nothing but undid the top two buttons of his shirt. At the base of the neck stood out the burn scar in the shape of a cross.
"why." Her voice was quiet, but his green eyes blazed with anger.
Rebeq did not know what to say. That was not a wound that Drake had done in the service. Once again Rebeq found himself wondering what he had done in his life before entering the police agent.
"Sir, - Drake riabbottonandosi shooting shirt - my opinion is that this is a group of hunters. The two victims were to be vampires, so the heading and all the rest. "
Rebeq was puzzled. "For years not seen an attack. From the first months after the adoption of the Protocol of Tara. Ten years ago. "He shook
head. "The captain Bauer spoke of a ticket. We should at least take a look at that and the symbol on the wall before drawing conclusions, Agent Drake. "
Drake nodded. "I really hope I was wrong." He said gloomily.
Rebeq approached the symbol spray painted with a red between the side windows of the room that overlooked the garden. Was dripped a lot but you could still make out a large cross surrounded by a written, much less readable.
was getting little attention to the symbol itself. Drake thought of anger towards the vampire hunters. If his agent was really a victim of their attack, this must have happened at least ten years before. And then Drake was still little more than a child ...
Rebeq shook his head.
"I look angry, sir ..." said a deep voice and very close.
Rebeq turned and faced the leader of the day shift of scientific Kerouack Mark, one of the strangest of all the people that was strange to the DCS.
"So angry that I saw or heard get ... - The scientist continued, turning purple and quizzical look - all right, Captain Rebeq? "
" All right, special agent Kerouack. "He said with relief, finally had reached the scientific. They would have something to work on.
"The coroner has arrived?"
"He's going up right now." Mark said.
"Always late ..."
"It's the nature of his profession ... - Mark chuckled - The doctor knows everything but can not do anything, the surgeon does not know anything, but it can do everything, and the pathologist knows everything and can do everything but too late ... "
Thursday, February 28, 2008
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A brutal murder (Episode 2.5.2)
agents followed Bauer through the paved courtyard and then up a stone stairway of the Baroque style.
"Look at that!" Drake said nudging to Adrian. The ceiling was decorated with ancient frescoes, representing the landlord with an expression somewhat perplexed for being tanned like an ancient Roman.
The walls were decorated with gilded stucco and panels of imitation marble. The whole thing was quite dusty and dirty but it was still his figure.
At the top of the stairs opened a door which had been decorated with yellow ribbons affixed with the word CRIME SCENE DO NOT CROSS. Leaning against the doorjamb was an agent of murder rather shaken, was little more than a boy.
"Cheer up Grimaud. - Gave him courage Bauer - The first day is always a crap. "
" If you say so, sir ... "replied the agent, half-hearted and sad. The captain of the Homicide
ignored him and turned to Rebeq. "I know you like to have a look around without knowing anything about the case ... "
" Indeed they are. We prefer not to have biases. "
Bauer shrugged and smiled, pointing to the door. "I do not want to ruin the surprise ... Make yourselves at home. "
Rebeq chuckled and passed under the tapes.
Beyond the door was opened a huge hall.
With a little effort each agent could imagine that under the high ceiling painted with classical gods and allegorical figures had been held magnificent balls. Magnificently dressed ladies and knights from the powdered wigs had a whirling dance step on the floor of inlaid wood, and intriguing conversation, while liveried servants turned among the guests bringing trays filled with delicacies and fine wine and wine glasses were a thousand candles shone and gilded mirrors.
Now the hall was in darkness. Dim light filtering through the blinds closed and everything was covered by a veil of dust. Everything but the bodies and the symbol painted in red on the wall.
There was so much blood spilled on the floor of the hall like a crimson lake. Moreover
with what they did to the two poor souls lying in the middle of the room ...
Drake approached the victims, being careful not to step on any track. He stopped at the edge of the big red puddle and looked thoughtful.
were young: boy had a very trendy emo hair, with a large clump that fell over her eyes, she seemed to have no more than fifteen years.
Rebeq also came to observe.
The room was full of silence.
Someone had taken two teenagers, had abused them, they had been decapitated and had removed the heart from their chest.
The crime scene was not as bad as last time, but in a sense it was even worse.
In the sense that the difference between this and the senseless slaughter perpetrated by an elemental out of control sought was premeditation and cruelty. DCS
agents knew to be in front of something dangerous.
agents followed Bauer through the paved courtyard and then up a stone stairway of the Baroque style.
"Look at that!" Drake said nudging to Adrian. The ceiling was decorated with ancient frescoes, representing the landlord with an expression somewhat perplexed for being tanned like an ancient Roman.
The walls were decorated with gilded stucco and panels of imitation marble. The whole thing was quite dusty and dirty but it was still his figure.
At the top of the stairs opened a door which had been decorated with yellow ribbons affixed with the word CRIME SCENE DO NOT CROSS. Leaning against the doorjamb was an agent of murder rather shaken, was little more than a boy.
"Cheer up Grimaud. - Gave him courage Bauer - The first day is always a crap. "
" If you say so, sir ... "replied the agent, half-hearted and sad. The captain of the Homicide
ignored him and turned to Rebeq. "I know you like to have a look around without knowing anything about the case ... "
" Indeed they are. We prefer not to have biases. "
Bauer shrugged and smiled, pointing to the door. "I do not want to ruin the surprise ... Make yourselves at home. "
Rebeq chuckled and passed under the tapes.
Beyond the door was opened a huge hall.
With a little effort each agent could imagine that under the high ceiling painted with classical gods and allegorical figures had been held magnificent balls. Magnificently dressed ladies and knights from the powdered wigs had a whirling dance step on the floor of inlaid wood, and intriguing conversation, while liveried servants turned among the guests bringing trays filled with delicacies and fine wine and wine glasses were a thousand candles shone and gilded mirrors.
Now the hall was in darkness. Dim light filtering through the blinds closed and everything was covered by a veil of dust. Everything but the bodies and the symbol painted in red on the wall.
There was so much blood spilled on the floor of the hall like a crimson lake. Moreover
with what they did to the two poor souls lying in the middle of the room ...
Drake approached the victims, being careful not to step on any track. He stopped at the edge of the big red puddle and looked thoughtful.
were young: boy had a very trendy emo hair, with a large clump that fell over her eyes, she seemed to have no more than fifteen years.
Rebeq also came to observe.
The room was full of silence.
Someone had taken two teenagers, had abused them, they had been decapitated and had removed the heart from their chest.
The crime scene was not as bad as last time, but in a sense it was even worse.
In the sense that the difference between this and the senseless slaughter perpetrated by an elemental out of control sought was premeditation and cruelty. DCS
agents knew to be in front of something dangerous.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
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a serious crime (Episode 2.5.1)
It was now that afternoon, but the men of the DCS were able to identify most of those arrested. Many had already been reported on the loose, others still waiting in the guardhouse.
The office phone rang Rebeq of around 15.30.
His men furtively peeped from the window, hoping it was a call to take action. They could not have more than office work.
The captain looked puzzled and a bit 'angry. After a moment he hung up and left the office.
"Well guys, - announced without showing great enthusiasm - it seems that this afternoon we will have something to do."
agents emitted a sigh of relief.
"There is a 11-17 in a building for sale in Schwartzwald." Rebeq continued.
"A 11-17? - Kimaira asked the trainee, perplexed - It does not mean multiple murder? "
" Indeed. - Confirmed Drake - Just next door, 'sti ... assholes But anyway, this is not for the killings? What are we going to do? "
" That's what I wondered too. - Confessed to the captain - but that the killings have specifically asked us ... And we go, right? "
" Sure, "they answered in chorus agents.
"Then in march! I want to ready in five minutes. "Rebeq ordered. Captain Narwia
agents watched them go out with obvious envy.
The scene of the crime for once could not be found on the corner of the end of the world.
The command was enough to get a half hour drive at normal speed, with Adrian at the helm of the van were enough twenty minutes scarce.
was an ancient palace, in baroque style in a somewhat 'isolated but very chic Magic Schwartzwald up area. At the time the building had all the shutters closed and seemed to need a good restoration of the facade: the ocher paint was peeling all over. Above the dark wooden door, when open, stands a big white sign that says SALE painted in red block letters.
All around there were other buildings but also best-kept ancient and modern villas. An area for the rich. At the moment most of the houses were empty. It was mid-July and I had to be wealthy owners in a few exclusive resorts.
There were three cars parked in front of the PME to the palace, but not yet seen the vans of the Morgue and the lab. Late as always, they thought the agents.
Adrian van parked dangerously close to one of the machines in the killings. The captain of the holder
Homicide investigations, Gustav Bauer, a kind of Viking, he headed straight for Rebeq.
"Thank God you've arrived ..." he muttered with his bass voice
"And why? - Asked Rebeq - Is it really that ugly thing? "
The DCS is usually occupied by organized crime, serial killer and terrorist, whatever he had the potential to cause a nonsense of the victims. The homicide was in the habit of asking for help to them whenever I was in front of something unusually perverse and macabre. Usually there guessed.
"No, not even remotely like last time. - Bauer said with evident relief - But there is a certain ritual a ticket ... "
" Uhm ... Interesting. - Rebeq said, stroking the goatee - Let's see, then, the crime scene. "
" I make my way. "Bauer said.
It was now that afternoon, but the men of the DCS were able to identify most of those arrested. Many had already been reported on the loose, others still waiting in the guardhouse.
The office phone rang Rebeq of around 15.30.
His men furtively peeped from the window, hoping it was a call to take action. They could not have more than office work.
The captain looked puzzled and a bit 'angry. After a moment he hung up and left the office.
"Well guys, - announced without showing great enthusiasm - it seems that this afternoon we will have something to do."
agents emitted a sigh of relief.
"There is a 11-17 in a building for sale in Schwartzwald." Rebeq continued.
"A 11-17? - Kimaira asked the trainee, perplexed - It does not mean multiple murder? "
" Indeed. - Confirmed Drake - Just next door, 'sti ... assholes But anyway, this is not for the killings? What are we going to do? "
" That's what I wondered too. - Confessed to the captain - but that the killings have specifically asked us ... And we go, right? "
" Sure, "they answered in chorus agents.
"Then in march! I want to ready in five minutes. "Rebeq ordered. Captain Narwia
agents watched them go out with obvious envy.
The scene of the crime for once could not be found on the corner of the end of the world.
The command was enough to get a half hour drive at normal speed, with Adrian at the helm of the van were enough twenty minutes scarce.
was an ancient palace, in baroque style in a somewhat 'isolated but very chic Magic Schwartzwald up area. At the time the building had all the shutters closed and seemed to need a good restoration of the facade: the ocher paint was peeling all over. Above the dark wooden door, when open, stands a big white sign that says SALE painted in red block letters.
All around there were other buildings but also best-kept ancient and modern villas. An area for the rich. At the moment most of the houses were empty. It was mid-July and I had to be wealthy owners in a few exclusive resorts.
There were three cars parked in front of the PME to the palace, but not yet seen the vans of the Morgue and the lab. Late as always, they thought the agents.
Adrian van parked dangerously close to one of the machines in the killings. The captain of the holder
Homicide investigations, Gustav Bauer, a kind of Viking, he headed straight for Rebeq.
"Thank God you've arrived ..." he muttered with his bass voice
"And why? - Asked Rebeq - Is it really that ugly thing? "
The DCS is usually occupied by organized crime, serial killer and terrorist, whatever he had the potential to cause a nonsense of the victims. The homicide was in the habit of asking for help to them whenever I was in front of something unusually perverse and macabre. Usually there guessed.
"No, not even remotely like last time. - Bauer said with evident relief - But there is a certain ritual a ticket ... "
" Uhm ... Interesting. - Rebeq said, stroking the goatee - Let's see, then, the crime scene. "
" I make my way. "Bauer said.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
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Documents Please! (Episode 2.4.2.)
Mulling swearing and wishing horrible diseases of the heart Vierkhoff and Big Boss, staff of the DCS is arranged to spend the morning filling out paperwork.
Karl von Shillingfurst, said "the little Karl, son of a rich and ancient magic German family, had entered the PME only a few months and was not practical for many procedures. Unfortunately for him the relationship was one of them.
"Come on Karl, we do so, - proposed Saimir the elf with an evil smile - because you get to know you, I'll take you to fill out and I stopped. What do you say? "
Karl did not even have time to say" Ma .. I ... "Saimir that had already gone to procure a stand still.
sighed in resignation, looking down on the sheets scattered on his desk. He turned on the PC.
" Scheisse!" He hissed angrily. The elf had put it in the bag.
was a rookie's life hell.
Saimir When he returned, shortly afterwards, pushing before it the elf tattoo that had been confined in the guardhouse, Karl had already reassembled enough.
Sistemi sheets in front of him while handcuffed to Saimir chair the other elf very angry and nervously cleared his throat. The stopped looked decidedly unfriendly.
The first field to be filled was titled: General.
"What's your name? asked the ELF handcuffed.
"Aikanairo." He replied grimly. Karl
assumed a puzzled expression, but anyway, the name inserted in the terminal. The archives of the Registry contained data of all the magic of Europe's citizens. If there was someone named would certainly have found.
Nothing.
"Look at that perjury is a crime." Warned him, trying to maintain a neutral tone.
"But this is my name! "protested Aikanairo.
Saimir PC monitor peered over his shoulder to Karl. He was not sure that the rookie had guessed the correct spelling of the name.
"Hey, dude - he said, conciliatory - now we do the spelling and try again. A good boy. "
" Aikanairo. - The elf began seriously to get angry - AIKANAIRO "Karl
insert the name and pressed enter.
The machine we thought for a moment.
ITEM NO MATCH YOUR SEARCH. The error message had an air of final sentence.
Saimir shook his head. "There's still time to tell us your real name, you know ..."
"I was taking the piss? - Yelled Aikanairo violent shaking in the chair - this is my damn name! "
Attracted by the casino came also the captain Narwia.
"What happened?"
"This guy refuses to provide names and addresses." Karl said.
"No!" Protested Aikanairo.
"Let's say that gives us a name that does not exist in the registry." Saimir granted.
Narwia thought about it a bit '. "Where are you from?" Asked to stop.
"From Avin'Tahl."
"Ah, now everything is explained," exclaimed Narwia.
Saimir and Karl looked at him to question.
"on that side the elves have more than one name at times. Maybe it is registered with one of the other. "Said the captain.
Aikanairo nodded, a bit 'quieter. "In fact, this is my dagoresse , but everyone calls me that."
Karl became confused again.
"It means 'nom de guerre'." Saimir came to his aid.
"Well, try another one, then." Karl said. The affair was proving more complicated than expected.
"Echtyar."
Karl punched yet another unlikely name.
"Do not there either. "
" That shit! "Aikanairo swore, raising his eyes to heaven.
"Do you have another name?" Inquired Narwia.
Aikanairo nodded sadly.
"Would you mind telling us, then? We do not have mica all morning! "Urged the Saimir.
"It would be my ataresse ..." Aikanairo said, reluctantly.
Karl had given to understand. Just waiting to try another name.
"Come on! Shoot, brother, "he insisted Saimir.
"Ereinion." Muttered the elf almost inaudible, keeping his eyes fixed on the ground.
"Eh? - Said Saimir - We have not heard ... mica "
" Ereinion "said stronger, blushing to the tips of his ears.
Saimir Narwia exchanged glances and amused and then burst out laughing like crazy.
"Young Dad" Narwia laughed, with tears in my eyes from laughing.
"We do not believe that it meant" said Saimir amid the laughter.
Aikanairo had assumed a purplish hue, and grinding his teeth.
Karl put his hands in his hair and made this attempt with the terminal. The data finally appeared he wanted.
heaved a sigh of relief.
From then on, was a downhill road. Hard
it could get any worse.
Mulling swearing and wishing horrible diseases of the heart Vierkhoff and Big Boss, staff of the DCS is arranged to spend the morning filling out paperwork.
Karl von Shillingfurst, said "the little Karl, son of a rich and ancient magic German family, had entered the PME only a few months and was not practical for many procedures. Unfortunately for him the relationship was one of them.
"Come on Karl, we do so, - proposed Saimir the elf with an evil smile - because you get to know you, I'll take you to fill out and I stopped. What do you say? "
Karl did not even have time to say" Ma .. I ... "Saimir that had already gone to procure a stand still.
sighed in resignation, looking down on the sheets scattered on his desk. He turned on the PC.
" Scheisse!" He hissed angrily. The elf had put it in the bag.
was a rookie's life hell.
Saimir When he returned, shortly afterwards, pushing before it the elf tattoo that had been confined in the guardhouse, Karl had already reassembled enough.
Sistemi sheets in front of him while handcuffed to Saimir chair the other elf very angry and nervously cleared his throat. The stopped looked decidedly unfriendly.
The first field to be filled was titled: General.
"What's your name? asked the ELF handcuffed.
"Aikanairo." He replied grimly. Karl
assumed a puzzled expression, but anyway, the name inserted in the terminal. The archives of the Registry contained data of all the magic of Europe's citizens. If there was someone named would certainly have found.
Nothing.
"Look at that perjury is a crime." Warned him, trying to maintain a neutral tone.
"But this is my name! "protested Aikanairo.
Saimir PC monitor peered over his shoulder to Karl. He was not sure that the rookie had guessed the correct spelling of the name.
"Hey, dude - he said, conciliatory - now we do the spelling and try again. A good boy. "
" Aikanairo. - The elf began seriously to get angry - AIKANAIRO "Karl
insert the name and pressed enter.
The machine we thought for a moment.
ITEM NO MATCH YOUR SEARCH. The error message had an air of final sentence.
Saimir shook his head. "There's still time to tell us your real name, you know ..."
"I was taking the piss? - Yelled Aikanairo violent shaking in the chair - this is my damn name! "
Attracted by the casino came also the captain Narwia.
"What happened?"
"This guy refuses to provide names and addresses." Karl said.
"No!" Protested Aikanairo.
"Let's say that gives us a name that does not exist in the registry." Saimir granted.
Narwia thought about it a bit '. "Where are you from?" Asked to stop.
"From Avin'Tahl."
"Ah, now everything is explained," exclaimed Narwia.
Saimir and Karl looked at him to question.
"on that side the elves have more than one name at times. Maybe it is registered with one of the other. "Said the captain.
Aikanairo nodded, a bit 'quieter. "In fact, this is my dagoresse , but everyone calls me that."
Karl became confused again.
"It means 'nom de guerre'." Saimir came to his aid.
"Well, try another one, then." Karl said. The affair was proving more complicated than expected.
"Echtyar."
Karl punched yet another unlikely name.
"Do not there either. "
" That shit! "Aikanairo swore, raising his eyes to heaven.
"Do you have another name?" Inquired Narwia.
Aikanairo nodded sadly.
"Would you mind telling us, then? We do not have mica all morning! "Urged the Saimir.
"It would be my ataresse ..." Aikanairo said, reluctantly.
Karl had given to understand. Just waiting to try another name.
"Come on! Shoot, brother, "he insisted Saimir.
"Ereinion." Muttered the elf almost inaudible, keeping his eyes fixed on the ground.
"Eh? - Said Saimir - We have not heard ... mica "
" Ereinion "said stronger, blushing to the tips of his ears.
Saimir Narwia exchanged glances and amused and then burst out laughing like crazy.
"Young Dad" Narwia laughed, with tears in my eyes from laughing.
"We do not believe that it meant" said Saimir amid the laughter.
Aikanairo had assumed a purplish hue, and grinding his teeth.
Karl put his hands in his hair and made this attempt with the terminal. The data finally appeared he wanted.
heaved a sigh of relief.
From then on, was a downhill road. Hard
it could get any worse.
Sunday, February 3, 2008
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The pissing contest (Episode 2.4.1)
Rebeq and Narwia, Masters of the day shift were out of their offices. All the agents back from coffee break, alert.
Vierkhoff he entered the DCS. He looked at the same time arrogant and humiliated. There was a smell of a request for favors in the air.
"Because you have nothing to do ..." he tried to say Vierkhoff.
"And here you are wrong Vierkhoff. - Narwia stopped him with the shadow of a smile of mockery on his face streaked with scars - My kids have plenty to do. No, boys? "
agents and nodded his team recovered from dusty drawers files that otherwise would remain buried and they show great activity.
"Even my own." Rebeq inflation. His agents did the same.
"We are so sorry for your problem of overcrowding, but see how we can help you." Narwia concluded in a tone not at all displeased. The elf had taken its substantial share of blows from those of the DOP at the time of the big demonstrations against racism and considered them as the scum of the PME.
Vierkhoff was temporarily thrilled. He opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water becoming purple, then violently turned pale and gave her a look of contempt to the two captains.
"I do not think you'll understand. The Officer Commanding explicitly requires that the DCS will help to make reports on the events of last night. "He hissed, livid, waving a sheet printed official-looking, through which, presumably, the big boss demanded.
"As long as you are able to make a report ..." he concluded, poisonous, glancing contemptuously to all staff.
The men were convinced that the DCS would have jumped on Narwia el'avrebbe beaten. If looks could incinerate, Vierkhoff would leave the room in a snuff.
"Do not worry. We can draw anything, us. Not for nothing are the Department Serious crimes. - Said the elf, seething with anger - a relationship not a problem for us. "
" So much the better. "Vierkhoff said dryly, going all stiff.
Rebeq shouted something certainly vulgar in Dutch and sent glass of empty cardboard coffee splashed across a wall. "I hate it! The odiooo! "Barked.
"I told you we would have touched the itch." Svetlana complained
Rebeq and Narwia, Masters of the day shift were out of their offices. All the agents back from coffee break, alert.
Vierkhoff he entered the DCS. He looked at the same time arrogant and humiliated. There was a smell of a request for favors in the air.
"Because you have nothing to do ..." he tried to say Vierkhoff.
"And here you are wrong Vierkhoff. - Narwia stopped him with the shadow of a smile of mockery on his face streaked with scars - My kids have plenty to do. No, boys? "
agents and nodded his team recovered from dusty drawers files that otherwise would remain buried and they show great activity.
"Even my own." Rebeq inflation. His agents did the same.
"We are so sorry for your problem of overcrowding, but see how we can help you." Narwia concluded in a tone not at all displeased. The elf had taken its substantial share of blows from those of the DOP at the time of the big demonstrations against racism and considered them as the scum of the PME.
Vierkhoff was temporarily thrilled. He opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water becoming purple, then violently turned pale and gave her a look of contempt to the two captains.
"I do not think you'll understand. The Officer Commanding explicitly requires that the DCS will help to make reports on the events of last night. "He hissed, livid, waving a sheet printed official-looking, through which, presumably, the big boss demanded.
"As long as you are able to make a report ..." he concluded, poisonous, glancing contemptuously to all staff.
The men were convinced that the DCS would have jumped on Narwia el'avrebbe beaten. If looks could incinerate, Vierkhoff would leave the room in a snuff.
"Do not worry. We can draw anything, us. Not for nothing are the Department Serious crimes. - Said the elf, seething with anger - a relationship not a problem for us. "
" So much the better. "Vierkhoff said dryly, going all stiff.
Rebeq shouted something certainly vulgar in Dutch and sent glass of empty cardboard coffee splashed across a wall. "I hate it! The odiooo! "Barked.
"I told you we would have touched the itch." Svetlana complained
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flaming Nightmares (Episode 2.3.2)
Ines returned angry at his desk at the town office. At least it was not seen as a guardhouse to Drake, for example.
John had no right to laugh about his nightmares.
She was actually a Pyromancer, and commanded the fire does not normally had no fear, but that dream was different and receiving literally terrified, so much so that after it was no longer able to sleep. It was so vivid and detailed ...
Ines was sure that if he closed his eyes if he would remember every detail. He rested his head on the desk, just for a moment ...
Ines hears the prayers of the inquisitors, strutting in their white robes and black. Dominicans. Domini Canes, the rabid dogs of the Lord. Latin prayers for his soul while being chained to the pole. The metal is cold chains and wrists hurt while trying in vain get rid of shouting and screaming. Terror grips the heart in a vise.
One of the monks came up with a torch and throws it on logs. The smoke begins to rise into the air making them burn the eyes and throat.
The monks continue to chant with vaguely satisfied.
soldiers who protect them, arranged all around the clearing, they remain impassive.
The flames approach and to double her efforts, in terror. Among the smoke
sees a dark figure. A rider is approaching at a gallop with drawn sword and attacked the soldiers. The horse is shot down by the pikes of the soldiers but the rider jumped to the ground and continues to fight, knocking down an enemy after another. He is pale
like a marble statue, her long hair are blacks, and his face is the most beautiful she has ever seen. It's him. He arrived.
Now no longer afraid. He will save it.
is all his hopes, his security, his life. Will save it.
He fights like a lion, is liberated by the soldiers and runs like the wind towards her, but stops a few steps from the goal.
protruding from his chest the tip of a dart crossbow. The metal shining in the firelight. The heart of Ines freezes.
Knight put a hand to his chest in pain and it bends but does not fall. Staggered starts walking towards her, slowly, with blood trickling from his mouth. Ines cries and feels pain as if it were their own.
surviving soldiers joined him and he starts to fight, but the wound is too serious and they are now too many for him.
did attempt to reach it at all costs, but was injured again, and again and finally falls, defeated, with a look of sorrow and remorse in his eyes blacks and whispers her name and she knows that all hope died with him. Ines
desperately cries and cries all his tears, mad with grief and the fire approaches ...
"Hey! Agent Costa-Galvan! Wake up! - Whispered Rebeq passing by his desk, shaking and diverts sharply from his thoughts.
Ines returned angry at his desk at the town office. At least it was not seen as a guardhouse to Drake, for example.
John had no right to laugh about his nightmares.
She was actually a Pyromancer, and commanded the fire does not normally had no fear, but that dream was different and receiving literally terrified, so much so that after it was no longer able to sleep. It was so vivid and detailed ...
Ines was sure that if he closed his eyes if he would remember every detail. He rested his head on the desk, just for a moment ...
Ines hears the prayers of the inquisitors, strutting in their white robes and black. Dominicans. Domini Canes, the rabid dogs of the Lord. Latin prayers for his soul while being chained to the pole. The metal is cold chains and wrists hurt while trying in vain get rid of shouting and screaming. Terror grips the heart in a vise.
One of the monks came up with a torch and throws it on logs. The smoke begins to rise into the air making them burn the eyes and throat.
The monks continue to chant with vaguely satisfied.
soldiers who protect them, arranged all around the clearing, they remain impassive.
The flames approach and to double her efforts, in terror. Among the smoke
sees a dark figure. A rider is approaching at a gallop with drawn sword and attacked the soldiers. The horse is shot down by the pikes of the soldiers but the rider jumped to the ground and continues to fight, knocking down an enemy after another. He is pale
like a marble statue, her long hair are blacks, and his face is the most beautiful she has ever seen. It's him. He arrived.
Now no longer afraid. He will save it.
is all his hopes, his security, his life. Will save it.
He fights like a lion, is liberated by the soldiers and runs like the wind towards her, but stops a few steps from the goal.
protruding from his chest the tip of a dart crossbow. The metal shining in the firelight. The heart of Ines freezes.
Knight put a hand to his chest in pain and it bends but does not fall. Staggered starts walking towards her, slowly, with blood trickling from his mouth. Ines cries and feels pain as if it were their own.
surviving soldiers joined him and he starts to fight, but the wound is too serious and they are now too many for him.
did attempt to reach it at all costs, but was injured again, and again and finally falls, defeated, with a look of sorrow and remorse in his eyes blacks and whispers her name and she knows that all hope died with him. Ines
desperately cries and cries all his tears, mad with grief and the fire approaches ...
"Hey! Agent Costa-Galvan! Wake up! - Whispered Rebeq passing by his desk, shaking and diverts sharply from his thoughts.
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Strange dreams (Episode 2.3.1)
Ines arrived very late office. It was already past nine o'clock when, avoiding the crush of the hall and stopped in the hallways, pushed open the creaking door of the DCS. And he found it practically empty.
desks of agents were dropped. Only the offices of the captains and Rebeq Narwia showed signs of life. Ines through the windows he could see that the elf was bending over some documents, you probably wrote a report, and instead Rebeq was preparing a coffee with his own coffee maker. Ah, the privileges of the command. The agents had to settle instead of dell'intruglio machines near the elevator. It was, however, caffeine ...
The other had to be there to fill up for the day.
The fire door leading to the elevators, a light green toothpaste expired, opened.
agents held their breath, fearing it as a superior came to call them to task. It was only Ines. Relaxation was instantaneous and total. All resumed their conversation.
"Hello, little sister," exclaimed Adrian Drake.
Adrian, Drake and Ines were known to the command as the terrible triplets. Of course they were not brothers, not even relatives, shared only a slight physical resemblance, since all three high and pale, with blacks hair and blue eyes. But they were inseparable and together they were unbeatable. Ines
looked a bit 'tired that morning.
"Tell the truth. - Caused the Adrian - You are not going to be your sister, you have given to the mad joy last night. "Adrian and Ines had a story some time ago, that had not worked. They had been friends but, according to many, Adrian, as did the braggart with women, was still very taken by her. Ines
ignored him and pressed the button for a cappuccino. "I went to my sister. Period. - Finally answered, a little 'sore - I could not sleep all night, here's the problem. "
" Children are crying? "Said Drake. Ines's sister had just had twins.
"But no, they were two angels ... - Seemed embarrassed - and I kept having nightmares all night. "
" You lack a man! "Lykos said aloud, having heard at least part of the conversation with his hearing lupine.
was a life that Lykos Shagged with Ines, receiving only ever two of spades. Not that it was not a handsome man, with honey-colored eyes and the physique of an athlete, but she did not like his arrogant ways from 'man who never has to ask'.
"Fuck you, Lykos," said Ines.
"What have you dreamed of so ugly?" Adrian asked earnestly, that it would be for false papers still his man.
Almost all the department we were eventually tested with Ines. She was very beautiful, her eyes were the color of the sea, his locks cut short blacks and the sprinkling of freckles on her little face made her look like a pixie adorable rascal. It was not just that. Ines was a force of nature, reckless, passionate, indomitable. Everyone wanted to have their lives devastated by his passing.
Adrian gave her one of his rare smiles, gentle "Come on, raccontacelo ... The dreams told they are no longer so afraid. "
Drake nodded. "You know that we can say everything."
Ines took a deep breath. "I dreamed that I would end at the stake ..." it was decided Finally, to answer.
"But, come on! - John said, chuckling the sniper, giving an extraordinary demonstration of his lack of tact. - A Pyromancer who is afraid of fire? I would not at all. "
Ines became flushed with anger. "You're an idiot, John Fitzjack, a total idiot." Ruled in a tone of voice that was not a scream, but he had the strength, and left slamming the door.
Adrian turned to the Englishman with a murderous look in his eyes blue.
"But what did I say wrong?" Asked John to anyone in particular.
Ines arrived very late office. It was already past nine o'clock when, avoiding the crush of the hall and stopped in the hallways, pushed open the creaking door of the DCS. And he found it practically empty.
desks of agents were dropped. Only the offices of the captains and Rebeq Narwia showed signs of life. Ines through the windows he could see that the elf was bending over some documents, you probably wrote a report, and instead Rebeq was preparing a coffee with his own coffee maker. Ah, the privileges of the command. The agents had to settle instead of dell'intruglio machines near the elevator. It was, however, caffeine ...
The other had to be there to fill up for the day.
The fire door leading to the elevators, a light green toothpaste expired, opened.
agents held their breath, fearing it as a superior came to call them to task. It was only Ines. Relaxation was instantaneous and total. All resumed their conversation.
"Hello, little sister," exclaimed Adrian Drake.
Adrian, Drake and Ines were known to the command as the terrible triplets. Of course they were not brothers, not even relatives, shared only a slight physical resemblance, since all three high and pale, with blacks hair and blue eyes. But they were inseparable and together they were unbeatable. Ines
looked a bit 'tired that morning.
"Tell the truth. - Caused the Adrian - You are not going to be your sister, you have given to the mad joy last night. "Adrian and Ines had a story some time ago, that had not worked. They had been friends but, according to many, Adrian, as did the braggart with women, was still very taken by her. Ines
ignored him and pressed the button for a cappuccino. "I went to my sister. Period. - Finally answered, a little 'sore - I could not sleep all night, here's the problem. "
" Children are crying? "Said Drake. Ines's sister had just had twins.
"But no, they were two angels ... - Seemed embarrassed - and I kept having nightmares all night. "
" You lack a man! "Lykos said aloud, having heard at least part of the conversation with his hearing lupine.
was a life that Lykos Shagged with Ines, receiving only ever two of spades. Not that it was not a handsome man, with honey-colored eyes and the physique of an athlete, but she did not like his arrogant ways from 'man who never has to ask'.
"Fuck you, Lykos," said Ines.
"What have you dreamed of so ugly?" Adrian asked earnestly, that it would be for false papers still his man.
Almost all the department we were eventually tested with Ines. She was very beautiful, her eyes were the color of the sea, his locks cut short blacks and the sprinkling of freckles on her little face made her look like a pixie adorable rascal. It was not just that. Ines was a force of nature, reckless, passionate, indomitable. Everyone wanted to have their lives devastated by his passing.
Adrian gave her one of his rare smiles, gentle "Come on, raccontacelo ... The dreams told they are no longer so afraid. "
Drake nodded. "You know that we can say everything."
Ines took a deep breath. "I dreamed that I would end at the stake ..." it was decided Finally, to answer.
"But, come on! - John said, chuckling the sniper, giving an extraordinary demonstration of his lack of tact. - A Pyromancer who is afraid of fire? I would not at all. "
Ines became flushed with anger. "You're an idiot, John Fitzjack, a total idiot." Ruled in a tone of voice that was not a scream, but he had the strength, and left slamming the door.
Adrian turned to the Englishman with a murderous look in his eyes blue.
"But what did I say wrong?" Asked John to anyone in particular.
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The first coffee does not jump ever (Episode 2.2.2)
"Hello brother," said Adrian from a five to Drake. Her hair blacks were even more disheveled than usual and had a couple of spectacular eye socket.
"Hello, crazy! - Drake said, chuckling - Where did you sleep tonight, in the doghouse? "
" No, we all slept at my house. My were not there. "Karl said, the most recent purchase of the team Rebeq, a fragile-looking kid with a surname of those to make the eyes water.
"You had to see that house ... - Olga sighed - was beautiful and great. "
" Yeah. - Adrian muttered trying to bring order her hair - and I had to sleep anyway in the tub ... "
" I was fine, and Adrian, - broke in, cheerful as always, Manuel Carvalho, the specialist of ancient magic - I stayed with John and his Russian to die ... "John
if laughed. It was not one to take it badly.
Lykos, the werewolf, yawned shamelessly. "I make a coffee, do not know about you ... otherwise carbide. "
The motion was passed unanimously and the entire day shift of DCS, with the notable addition of Mark, went, as in a procession towards the machines.
"So, how was your evening?" Inquired Drake sipping his coffee, black and very sweet.
"The place was not bad. Beautiful music and everything else. - Adrian had a smile full of innuendo - and your evening with Sylvie? It has already fallen victim of your green eyes, little brother? "
" We just went out to dinner. "Downplayed Drake.
"Ok, ok, go ahead ... the mysterious"
"But it is normal for the mess we have today?" Alex, Kimaira said, was a trainee, that was still at the Academy and it was not long before attended the command. Of course it always had a lot of questions.
"No, no, absolutely not. Today is a real frenzy. "Replied the elf Saimir, mixing the coveted coffee.
"Serves them right to those of DOP! - Jarl said the dwarf with his voice deep and husky - now have to work until tonight to get you out of trouble. "
Everyone hated those of DOP, because many of them, especially leaders, were still those who, before he was approved the protocol of Tara, charged the people to protest against discrimination.
"Do not worry about that for sure will find a way to make us suffer even ..." prophesied the naiad Svetlana, shaking her long hair blue.
"Hello brother," said Adrian from a five to Drake. Her hair blacks were even more disheveled than usual and had a couple of spectacular eye socket.
"Hello, crazy! - Drake said, chuckling - Where did you sleep tonight, in the doghouse? "
" No, we all slept at my house. My were not there. "Karl said, the most recent purchase of the team Rebeq, a fragile-looking kid with a surname of those to make the eyes water.
"You had to see that house ... - Olga sighed - was beautiful and great. "
" Yeah. - Adrian muttered trying to bring order her hair - and I had to sleep anyway in the tub ... "
" I was fine, and Adrian, - broke in, cheerful as always, Manuel Carvalho, the specialist of ancient magic - I stayed with John and his Russian to die ... "John
if laughed. It was not one to take it badly.
Lykos, the werewolf, yawned shamelessly. "I make a coffee, do not know about you ... otherwise carbide. "
The motion was passed unanimously and the entire day shift of DCS, with the notable addition of Mark, went, as in a procession towards the machines.
"So, how was your evening?" Inquired Drake sipping his coffee, black and very sweet.
"The place was not bad. Beautiful music and everything else. - Adrian had a smile full of innuendo - and your evening with Sylvie? It has already fallen victim of your green eyes, little brother? "
" We just went out to dinner. "Downplayed Drake.
"Ok, ok, go ahead ... the mysterious"
"But it is normal for the mess we have today?" Alex, Kimaira said, was a trainee, that was still at the Academy and it was not long before attended the command. Of course it always had a lot of questions.
"No, no, absolutely not. Today is a real frenzy. "Replied the elf Saimir, mixing the coveted coffee.
"Serves them right to those of DOP! - Jarl said the dwarf with his voice deep and husky - now have to work until tonight to get you out of trouble. "
Everyone hated those of DOP, because many of them, especially leaders, were still those who, before he was approved the protocol of Tara, charged the people to protest against discrimination.
"Do not worry about that for sure will find a way to make us suffer even ..." prophesied the naiad Svetlana, shaking her long hair blue.
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A friendly chat (Episode 2.2.1)
Someone finally arrived at around 8.30. Drake from his desk, he could not see the door and this gave him a bit ' discomfort. Footsteps in his direction. He looked up from the book and knew Mark, the head of the science of the day shift with his weird hair purple.
"Hello wizards!" Greeted him. He and Mark were good friends.
"Hey, Drake! Why so early in the office? - Said farewell to the disturbing scientist, stopping at his desk - You're not going to make merry with the other last night? "She gave a quick searching look at the full lockup and then bring his strange violet eyes on the environment.
Drake shook his head. "I took Sylvia out to dinner. You know, that the Immigration Office ... "he confessed in a tone pleased.
"Aha! I understand who he is. Carina ... - Mark said with a mischievous smile - I knew there had to be a good reason to get away from the casino. "
Drake smiled in turn. "More than good ... But where are they gone? "
Mark Drake leaned against the desk and thought about it a bit '. "The name I do not remember, but it was a drive somewhere near Tübingen. I preferred not to go there: flashing lights and everything else ... "
" Yeah ... "Drake nodded. All the department knew that Mark was epileptic and that during the crisis she lost control of his psychic powers. It was not a pretty sight.
"Fortunately, it went right in Tuebingen, - he said with a grin - otherwise we would find them here in the lockup, in all likelihood."
"Rebeq would eat the liver ... - Mark laughed - Sebastian and Saint-Clair would gloat until the end of his days. "
" That definitely would have been very close. "Drake concluded. The captain and the captain Rebeq Saint-Clair were rivals and always put it in competition.
The door of the department opened again creaked horribly, as usual. The captain turned to the two Narwia a gesture of greeting and started limping towards his office. She was recently returned to service after being wounded in service in a high-risk operation.
"But we were all in record?" Drake shots, turning away the thought of what had happened on that occasion. Two colleagues, had forfeited his life.
"All the day shift but me, you and Ines. The trainees also. - Mark answered cheerfully, including the disturbance of his - I think Adrian is trying with Tarja. "
" It can be ... - Drake confirmed - However, that beauty, today I will work with a bunch of zombies. Not even a healthy one. "
" Except Ines. "Mark objected.
"Why is she gone?"
Mark shrugged. "He said he stayed with his sister to sleep."
The door opened again. Drake looked at his watch. It was nearly nine.
"Will they?" Asked Mark. Someone laughed
input from the parties of the DCS. Adrian's laugh was unmistakable.
"It's them." Drake said.
few moments later Adrian and the rest of the band went into their field of vision.
Someone finally arrived at around 8.30. Drake from his desk, he could not see the door and this gave him a bit ' discomfort. Footsteps in his direction. He looked up from the book and knew Mark, the head of the science of the day shift with his weird hair purple.
"Hello wizards!" Greeted him. He and Mark were good friends.
"Hey, Drake! Why so early in the office? - Said farewell to the disturbing scientist, stopping at his desk - You're not going to make merry with the other last night? "She gave a quick searching look at the full lockup and then bring his strange violet eyes on the environment.
Drake shook his head. "I took Sylvia out to dinner. You know, that the Immigration Office ... "he confessed in a tone pleased.
"Aha! I understand who he is. Carina ... - Mark said with a mischievous smile - I knew there had to be a good reason to get away from the casino. "
Drake smiled in turn. "More than good ... But where are they gone? "
Mark Drake leaned against the desk and thought about it a bit '. "The name I do not remember, but it was a drive somewhere near Tübingen. I preferred not to go there: flashing lights and everything else ... "
" Yeah ... "Drake nodded. All the department knew that Mark was epileptic and that during the crisis she lost control of his psychic powers. It was not a pretty sight.
"Fortunately, it went right in Tuebingen, - he said with a grin - otherwise we would find them here in the lockup, in all likelihood."
"Rebeq would eat the liver ... - Mark laughed - Sebastian and Saint-Clair would gloat until the end of his days. "
" That definitely would have been very close. "Drake concluded. The captain and the captain Rebeq Saint-Clair were rivals and always put it in competition.
The door of the department opened again creaked horribly, as usual. The captain turned to the two Narwia a gesture of greeting and started limping towards his office. She was recently returned to service after being wounded in service in a high-risk operation.
"But we were all in record?" Drake shots, turning away the thought of what had happened on that occasion. Two colleagues, had forfeited his life.
"All the day shift but me, you and Ines. The trainees also. - Mark answered cheerfully, including the disturbance of his - I think Adrian is trying with Tarja. "
" It can be ... - Drake confirmed - However, that beauty, today I will work with a bunch of zombies. Not even a healthy one. "
" Except Ines. "Mark objected.
"Why is she gone?"
Mark shrugged. "He said he stayed with his sister to sleep."
The door opened again. Drake looked at his watch. It was nearly nine.
"Will they?" Asked Mark. Someone laughed
input from the parties of the DCS. Adrian's laugh was unmistakable.
"It's them." Drake said.
few moments later Adrian and the rest of the band went into their field of vision.
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