scorpii
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Post by scorpii on Aug 5, 2006 14:11:36 GMT 1
'Okay' Sam answered. All of them watched how Hamlet put the disc in the computer.
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briguy4588
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RPG: Brian Shefkowitz
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Post by briguy4588 on Aug 5, 2006 23:28:01 GMT 1
A video appeared on the screen. It was dark, and the sillhouette of somebody wearing thick clothing began to speak. "This is raw digital video. The events you will see are unedited, and occur in real time. The man you are about to see tortured is your CSI. Meet our demands, as he will be tortured to his death until you comply. Furthermore, we have contingency plans for further attacks on your law enforcement agency should you make any rescue attempts. Enjoy the show."
The figure stepped aside to reveal Brian, breathing heavily, tied to a chair. Men dressed in black tactical outfits removed something from under his chair and connected electrodes and wires all over his body. A tear welled in Brian's eye. There was a click from behind the camera and Brian's body jumped. He began to thrash around violently, and screaming with all his might. The torture continued in this fashion for four more minutes. They would bring him to the edge of death, resuscitate him, and then electrocute him again.
The last 30 seconds showed Brian lying there, still tied to the chair with singed ropes, smoke rolling off his body and drifting down a dark tunnel. Then one of the captors turned the camera off.
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csihamlet
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Post by csihamlet on Aug 6, 2006 10:58:13 GMT 1
Hamlet grimaced. He wished he could stop the disc, he could hardly watch, yet at the same time, it was compulsive viewing... but it was his and everyone's duty to watch it dispassionately, repeatedly, in the hope of spotting some clue as to Brian's location...
When it ended, he clicked the mouse on the "play" button, and started it up again.
He stared intently at the screen, this time focusing more on Brian's surroundings than on the suffering Brian himself.
He was aware of all his colleagues crowding around him, no doubt doing the same, silently looking for clues, trying to supress their horror at what was on the screen.
The short film ended once more. Still no one had spoken.
Wordlessly, Hamlet decided to play the disc back again at half speed. So he clicked on the appropriate button, and once more, everyone watched...
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scorpii
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Post by scorpii on Aug 6, 2006 13:28:58 GMT 1
Sam saw how Brian was tortured. She couldn't believe someone could be this cruel. Poor Brian. She felt anger, she knew she had to do something... As they watched it over and over and over again, Sam focused more and more on the background, hoping to find clues. As did everyone. She couldn't help it but she felt hopeless. But she knew she had to keep going, she knew they would have to get Brian back. No matter what.
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Fabian
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Post by Fabian on Aug 6, 2006 13:43:17 GMT 1
All Luke could get out of his mouth when he saw the video, was a short whisper: "God..no". What a nightmare. Poor Brian... After watching the video for a second time, he noticed something. "Hold it, right there". "You see that? It's a sign on the wall...it looks like it says: 'South of New York City.' That's great. Exactly what we need.''
Luke turned to the others. "We might need to check this horrible video a few more times...if one of you needs a minute alone or would not like to see it again, I totally understand. It's hard''.
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ivycolt
RPG Character: Zora Lockhart
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Post by ivycolt on Aug 6, 2006 15:08:16 GMT 1
"While you all are working on that I'm going to see if my lead will go anywhere." Zora said.
When she walked out the door she took a deep breath and let it out slowly. The video had really shaken her up. They had to find Brian and soon.
About an hour later Zora was ready to report back what she had found. She walked hurriedly towards Luke's office with her report in her hand. "I found a military base that is missing alot of C-4 explosives and nerve gas. I don't know if it is related or not but it just so happens that Emilio's brother uses C-4 exclusively. Also I found an address that is abandoned and there was a neighbor that reported loud noises coming from it. Now the officer that filed the report says that the neighbor is a repeat caller and he thinks she might be a little crazy but it is South of New York City and there was another report this morning of possible gun fire there with squealing tires a few moments later. Again the officer thought the old lady was crazy but just what if she wasn't. And it just so happens that a few years ago Leslie rented the house for a little while. It's all here in my report. Did you all find anything else on the disc?"
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mystic
RPG character: Rhiannon Nerice supervisor
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Post by mystic on Aug 7, 2006 16:03:46 GMT 1
The seconde time Hamlet pressed the "Play-button" Rhia kept her eyes firmly shut. She didn't want to see it ever again, see Brian being tortured over and over again, see the stump of his finger that was still bleeding, see his face covered in pain, hear the laugh of his tortures. No, she would never ever open them again. But then she got a grip on herself. Anything they'd spot would help to find him. So she opened her eyes reluctantly the time Luke stopped the "video". The sign he had noticed was dirty and overgrown, also with...
"...dulse!" Rhia had spoken the last word of her thought.
"That's the same plant we found under..." she stopped shortly. "...Brians fingernail." she whispered the last words.
Rhia whirled around as Zora told them the news. "It could be a trace...but we have to keep quiet. Maybe we have a mole, because why would someone kidnap a CSI, why not a judge? And how do we rescue him? One wrong step and they'll kill him!" A horrible thought to her.
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scorpii
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Post by scorpii on Aug 9, 2006 18:32:50 GMT 1
Sam shivered. Oh no, she wasn't getting the flu now? Not now, not on this case. Then she remeberred she always had moments that she shivered on every high profile case. This was no exception, with Brian being kidnapped and the kidnappers threatened to kill him. She didn't know wether she herself would ever be able to get over it if it would happen. She probably wouldn't. "Some of you should find out wether we have a mole or not. But I can't see no more of this video. Luke, I'm taking the box and the letter back to my lab and I will report the results to you and the others ASAP" She just couldn't stay here, in this office, while any clue should be examined closely to find out where Brian was right NOW and what happened to him and WHO did it. Anger took over her mind. Yes, she was worried, more than she would ever admit and yes, she was afraid. But she was also angry and the combination of this made her want to DO things.
She missed him. Sam missed Brian. She would never, ever admit it, she knew of herself, but she missed him. She really did.
She grabbed the box and the letter and walked off with it. A tear. Another one. NO, no tears. She couldn't get emotional. Not now. First Brian had to be back.
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bluebean
RPG Character: Dr. Sheldon Consare, M.E.
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Post by bluebean on Aug 9, 2006 19:19:12 GMT 1
Sheldon watched the entire video the first time Hamlet pressed the play button. The second time, he averted his eyes halfway through, and after it ended a second time he left. He pushed his way out of the office, and made his way down to the morgue. Down to the dead.
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Post by laura on Aug 11, 2006 17:22:49 GMT 1
Laura watched the whole video. She wanted to look away, but she knew she couldn't. She had to pay close attention incase she spotted anything. It would be bad enough to just watch a video like this, but it was worse because the victim was Brian. Brian, her friend who she was used to seeing almost everyday at work. And now he was in the hands of these creeps. The clip ended and the other CSI's started leaving. She looked around for something to do and her eyes landed on the envelope and the box that the video arrived in. "Has anyone dusted those for prints yet? She asked, pointing to them. "I mean, the guys might have worn gloves, but it's worth a shot."
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mystic
RPG character: Rhiannon Nerice supervisor
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Post by mystic on Aug 11, 2006 19:22:47 GMT 1
When Sam had left the room Rhia knew something wasn't right with her. Not that "something" that wasn't right with everyone now..."somthing" different. After a second she slipped out of the room, too, following the noise of quick steps Sam was taking to her office. Finally Rhia reached her. She put a hand on her shoulder.
"Hey..." she said quietly. "Sam... I'm worried about you."
When Sam didn't turn around she put a bit of pressure on her shoulder.
"Sam." she said a bit more determined. "Is everything alright?"
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scorpii
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Post by scorpii on Aug 12, 2006 16:45:25 GMT 1
'Yeah, of course' Sam said. Then she realised how fake that sounded. 'No, actually not. I'm worried about Brian. I mean, what could happen to him? And then there is something else. Recently I had to kick a friend of mine out of my apartment cos she just had to leave and I'm afraid she's angry with me. She was here today, she's a reporter, you know. And I'm afraid I might say something about this case or so when I'll see her again here. I hope... I hope so many things.' She looked at Rhia and tried to smile. 'You okay?'
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mystic
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Post by mystic on Aug 13, 2006 11:25:55 GMT 1
When Sam had finished, Rhia smiled at her weakly. "I don't think you let something slip. No, you are too careful for that."
Then she let out a sigh. "Yeah... I mean we're doing everything to save him." She purposely avoided saying his name. "And I know we will find him...in time! We mustn't give up hope, really! I'm hoping, too..." she said quietly.
Somehow Rhia couldn't bring out whole sentences any more. She quickly pressed Sam's shoulder again. "Let me know when you find something, okay? And if you need someone to talk... I'll be there, right?" She returned to her office...hoping to find some spots where you could find those dulses...
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briguy4588
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Post by briguy4588 on Aug 13, 2006 22:53:05 GMT 1
A breath in the stifling darkness.
A faint whisper of a heartbeat.
Another gasping breath, sucking in the shadows.
A heartbeat, sending tired, starving blood cells around a ragged body.
Air! There was no air here! When his lips leave the tiny hole that temporarily kept death at bay, when his numb limbs finally rested at his sides on the cold floor, no flies would keep vigil over his body. He would be more alone in his life then than he was now. Despite the stench of vomit, the agonizingly slow 'drip...' 'drip...' of blood, despite every inch of his body screaming to be let killed, he sucked in another empty breath. He would rather live in torture than die alone, because here, at least, in the darkness, he had memories.
Of friends.
A breath. A heartbeat.
Of loved ones.
A breath. A heartbeat.
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scorpii
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Post by scorpii on Aug 14, 2006 16:56:36 GMT 1
'Thank you' Sam whispered 'I will'. She watched Rhia return to her office and walked off to her own office with the box and the letter. The results were the same as the last time. Common paper, common glue, letters cut from the New York Times, probably again yesterday's. Common cardboard box, the ones you can buy at the postoffice to sent packages to someone. And the writing on the box was female - again. Same pen was used. Common ballpoint. The writing was less hastily, and somewhere she recognized the writing. But who wrote this way? Exactly this way?
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