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The Murder of the Boxer
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Acemaster
Acemaster
Well-Connected

Jan-20-2009 12:15

((In case you missed the other threads, check out: The USS Sleuthetania, the any location place ;), and The Expecting Miss Violet Parr.))

Ah, France. Not just France, but Paris, France.

Scarlett, Clift, Ace, and Vivienne decided to cut their wonderful trip to New York short. They had lost Violet, but they were to meet her when they got into Paris.

Clift picked up a newspaper. "MURDER IN THE RED LIGHT DISTRICT!" was emblazoned across the top of the page. Clift red it for a few moments as Ace chattered with Scarlett and Vivienne. They waited for Violet outside of a little cafe, knowing they'd be waiting for a while.

"Wow!" Clift interrupted his friends, "Guess who's dead?"
"Who?" Scarlett jumped.
"Joey Bane."
"Bane is dead?" Ace inquired.
"Apparently he murdered a man and was shot down by police."
"Who was the man?" Vivvy asked.
"I don't know. It doesn't go into it."
"What happened?" Scarlett asked.
"Foot pursuit on the docks. They shot him and he went over the rail into the ocean. They didn't find the body for several hours."

Just then, Violet's cab pulled up. The group hadn't yet reserved a table, so they grabbed one now.

"Remember, Ace." Scarlett asked, "No ketchup!"
"Ha ha ha." Ace mocked, "And no soda! Especially not in Italy."
"We are in France, not the boot of Europe." Violet spoke up from behind.
"Hey, Violetta!" Ace teased.
"Hey, Tonail." Everyone laughed at the comeback.

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Joey
Joey "Bulldog" Bane
Washed Up Punter

Jan-30-2009 12:50

“Ok, Mr. Ahmad” he said “I’ll try to give you some more pieces of this puzzle. Maybe us two working together will provide me a real chance to putting all this mess behind me.” He gulped another shot and started: “Indeed I have been hired by…the English police, I thought, to find this man.” He pushed forward the file he had brought with him from the apartment. “This record contains all the data that has been given to me about him.” Abdur picked up the file and started looking over it. Bane then continued: “You will not find much in there. It seems to be a file put together only on ‘need to know’ basis. It does not contain the reason for which he is hunted. Apparently, he is some successful detective who had retired and started to leave off his savings, quite generous ones as I understand. Also he seems slipped quite heavy into an alcohol addiction. I’ve been informed he is currently travelling around the world and has been last spotted in France. I do not know if he is hiding or not, but apparently he seems to be a very hard man to find due to his habit of being always on the move.” Joey picked up the bottle and poured himself another drink. “Now, as a first step I’ve managed to track down a connection between him and some interlope figures right there in Aquitaine. Things didn’t work so well though between me and them, as they have sent a cleaner after me. That was the man I killed…in self defense, of course. I did, however manage to find out my target was in Paris. Upon my shooting and fall into the waters, I had enough luck to be found by some friends who patched me up and put me on a train to here.”

Joey stopped for a moment thinking whether he should go ahead or not.

“You do understand, Mr. Bane, that in order to be able to help you I need to know at least all you know, don’t you?”

Joey
Joey "Bulldog" Bane
Washed Up Punter

Jan-30-2009 12:51

Abdur was right. This has decided Bane to continue the story: “Upon arriving in Paris, I did manage to find out his whereabouts. It took me some time though and also I had to put my persuasion skills to it. I could’ve contacted the English inspector about a week ago, but something told me I should look into this deeper. Somehow this guy did not seem to be the usual perpetrator, so I wanted to know more about the reasons he is hunted for. Unfortunately I have not been able to come out with much, but I did learn though that he is considered to be in possession of some documents related to an old and complicated case…the disappearance of a famous detective. That case was closed, but apparently pieces are still missing and someone appears to be trying hard to get hold of them all.”

Bane took another sip from his glass and decided to end the story: “Now that is practically all I know about this subject. My interest at this point is just to clear my name, so I figure I can work this in two ways. On one hand I may try to get hold of that information. I think that if I have it I can trade it for clearing my name. There is also a second approach and with this I will need your help. I’m sure the police have nothing on me, as all those charges are bogus. I need to check their case…see who’s name is written on the report regarding me. I figure if I know that name I’ll have a place to start and work my way up to the ones who really generated all this mess. So…since you claim you wish to help me and obviously you have friends in the police, I think you could work on the official leads. Meanwhile I’ll try to do the dirty work and see about this man and what he holds.”

Joey
Joey "Bulldog" Bane
Washed Up Punter

Jan-30-2009 12:51

Abdur was still reading the record Bane had given him. He raised his eyes and nodded in agreement: “I think your strategy is flawless, Mr. Bane. I promise to do all I can on my side.”

“Ok” said Bane “then we agree. Each one will work his part in this and hopefully we’ll get to meet somewhere in the middle. Now, Mr. Ahmad, since my face is all over the newspapers, I’ll need to do my work at night. Today has been quite tiring for me, so now if you don’t mind, I’ll go stretch down my bones a bit. I’ll see you in a couple of hours.”

Abdur nodded. As Joey was heading down the hallway he took a thinking posture. The name in that profile Bane had given him sounded somehow familiar. “Yoyofoshow….” he mumbled “I’m sure I’ve heard this name before.”

Inspector Yousuf Ahmad
Inspector Yousuf Ahmad

Jan-30-2009 15:54

Yousuf was heading towards the secret safe place. As he proceeded he realized he was being followed. There were many possibilities he could think of. It could be some new client or some crook like Larry or Shady or maybe someone involved in the case he was currently on even though he wasn't sure of what the real case was.
Unlike others, neither did he turn back nor did he slowed down or stopped. He went on walking until he reached some lonely place. Suddenly, a warning from the sixth sense and he ducked, rolled and hid behind a large garbage drum. The switch blade thrown had missed him by inches. He didn't hear any footsteps of someone running away.
'Only one possibility! I have to fight back in self defense.' he thought
He was about to come out when he remembered a quote from his friend: "Never involve in fights unless you are forced to fight."
Yousuf started thinking. There seemed only one way out that was to fight back.
'Wait a second! When a person doesn't has a way out, they can make one themselves.' he thought, 'What could that be?'
He remained silent and kept thinking when he heard some footsteps. It was easy to guess that there were three men coming towards him.
Keeping eyes on his back too, he looked forward. His guess was right. Three well built men, dressed like wrestlers with tattoos on their arms were coming forward. There was a bloody smile on each of their face.
'Okay! I won't kill them but let me just give them a lesson.' he thought, 'No, there is a better way and it won't hurt anyone.'
The three men reached the drum but found no one around. They searched the place thoroughly, took out all the trash but failed. They left after sometime, wondering if Yousuf had disappeared into thin air.

Inspector Yousuf Ahmad
Inspector Yousuf Ahmad

Jan-30-2009 16:07

After half an hour of waiting, Yousuf came out from under the garbage drum.
'Phew! That was close one.' he murmured
He had just changed positions in such a manner that none of the three men could see him.
'Now let me think when they started following me.' he said to himself
He could think of only one possibility and that was as follows: The house of Mr. Bane was under surveillance. When the shot was heard, the ones' on duty were alarmed. After wards, they saw a man entering the house, leaving it and talking to the police and then going in again. These actions would make them suspicious for sure. Therefore, they watched him closely.
Yousuf wasn't sure why they would want him dead but he knew that those three men belonged to the same case he was working on. It was nothing but some tattoo's pattern he had seen on the man's arm who was killed by Mr. Bane, accidentally or purposely for self-defense.

Inspector Yousuf Ahmad
Inspector Yousuf Ahmad

Jan-31-2009 03:18

Yousuf took a look around and sighed in disgust. It was very good to be hiding under a garbage drum but it was good for him. You can never underestimate your opponents no matter how powerful or expert you are.
'Now what should I do? I can't just go where Abdur Rahman is right now. Maybe these men were stupid but I'll be followed for sure and that might bring my friend and Mr. Bane's life in danger.
He thought for sometime and then started running until he reached a very crowded place.
'Alright, its about time!' he said to himself

Inspector Yousuf Ahmad
Inspector Yousuf Ahmad

Jan-31-2009 03:27

After a minute or two, the tall, young man walking in the streets had disappeared.
Yousuf grinned as he walked around as an old beggar. His disguise skills were very helping in situations like this. He walked there asking for money but his eyes were searching for those men who were following him. After spending an hour there, he realized his failure and stepped out. He tried to sense if someone was still tailing him but no one was behind him. Then, he walked towards their secret safe place.

yoyofoshow
yoyofoshow
Old Shoe

Feb-1-2009 01:59

After spending all day in the cafe yoyo made his way to his favourite night time haunt. A night club run by the local mob. The thing that made this underground night club different from the others? This one was actually under the ground. Yoyo walked in and made is way to his booth. The room was rife with drugs, girls and old men with a lot of money to throw around.
He slumped onto a couch; today was his last day in Europe for a long long time. It was time to go to another part of the world, South America? East Asia? The Middle East? He had no idea where-the only thing he knew was where. Reaching out for some opium he fell into the trance of the night.

Joey
Joey "Bulldog" Bane
Washed Up Punter

Feb-1-2009 06:54

*sometime around midnight, inside the mansion*

A few hours later Joey opened his eyes slowly, looking up at the drapes hanging from the top of the canopy bed he had crushed into. It took him several minutes to clear the fog in his mind and remember where he was and what he was doing there. Trying to get up he stumbled on one of the drapes that he apparently had used as a cover, and fell back down. “Damn…this French booze is starting to soften my feet” he grumbled setting himself free and finally raising up, grabbing on one of the bed’s posts. His eyes then fell upon the bottle of whiskey he had dropped on the floor. “Well…I guess one more won’t hurt so much. It’ll help clear my head a bit.”

He took a large sip straight from the bottle and threw a look out on the window, noticing it was already dark outside. “Damn, I slept like a log.” Discovering the pendulum clock on the wall, he started mumbling again, as his voice seemed to clear off: “Half past twelve…I guess Mr. Yoyo is already in his usual spot by now.”

Joey
Joey "Bulldog" Bane
Washed Up Punter

Feb-1-2009 06:55

He left the room still slowly swinging on his feet to find Abdur. Upon searching the house for a few minutes he came to the conclusion that he was alone. “I guess he must’ve had business someplace else. After all, he ain’t the one hiding here.” Getting out of the house he remembered that he was in the middle of nowhere…and actually, since they came through the tunnels, he had no clue where he was. “Good at least there seems to be only one road out of here…” he mumbled. “Hmmm…I suppose a rich man’s house has got to have a rich man’s garage too. I ain’t feeling much like walking tonight.”

Indeed he managed to find the garage and inside it Bane was not surprised to find a luxury convertible white Cadillac. “Sweet…now this guy likes to ride in stile” he smiled, “but…it’s a bit too shiny for my needs.” Heading out on the garage’s back door he was pleasantly surprised to find a T model old Ford. It looked ragged and rusted, but the engine was still running. “This must be the butler’s car or something…” Bane said to himself climbing behind the wheel. “I guess he won’t mind if I ‘borrow’ it for tonight. Well, time to roll!” He slammed the door and took off.

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