Day Fourteen: Tunnel Vision

The Cold Killer stopped in his tracks. The man had already run down the front steps and was bolting down the sidewalk away from the house. Just as The Cold Killer began to run after the man, someone came around the corner of the house and collided with him knocking his gun out of his hand. The man who knocked him over had dark skin and had dreadlocked hair. Shocked that there was more than one stranger around the hideout, The Cold Killer scrambled to find his gun, but in the darkness he couldn’t locate it. The dreadlocked man took the opportunity to make a dash for it away from the house the opposite way the other man had run.

As the guy was getting away The Chump came out the front door of the house and The Cold Killer told him to try and follow the dreadlocked man. The Chump knew that he was a fast runner, but this guy was way ahead when he moved in between the houses. The Chump moved into the houses as well, perfectly happy to play a little game of cat and mouse.

The Following is the account of Officer Stephen Edwards on Day Fourteen

Things were not going well at the Police Station. Officer Edwards sat behind his desk watching as argument after argument unfolded between his team. Some of the cops who hadn’t been at the station when the jail break occurred had no patience for the Cops who said there was nothing they could do. Deputy Chief Heidman was livid with Chief Pitman, and had to go outside to cool himself off. The team had lost four Robbers which added up to a loss of $300,000. Since Officer Siebenmorgan had been eliminated the team was now down to eleven. This meant that Officer Edwards had just lost over $27,000.

As far as he was concerned, Stephen Edwards was just glad the Robbers hadn’t killed him. As his team was hustling around the station, doing double-length patrols, Officer Edwards sat with his feet up on his desk. It was the early afternoon, and as he had been on duty all night Steve was ready to go home. Throughout the night, he and Lt. Wilson had been discussing the tunnels they had found. With all that had been going on, Chief Pitman had decided that there was no time to put the force’s time into these tunnels. Because of this, Lt. Wilson and Officer Edwards had decided to check the tunnels again when they were done their shift.

Soon 2:00pm rolled around, and Officer Edwards grabbed his jacket and followed Lt. Wilson outside the station. The sun was shining down on Pewter St. and for a moment Officer Edwards forgot all about the jail break two days prior. Enjoying the beautiful weather, Edwards and Wilson in their uniforms walked south on King St. towards the mystery buildings in the south-west quadrant, finding them abandoned. There were four small buildings, but instead of checking the other three Officer Edwards wanted to see where else these tunnels led.

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Inside the Robbers’ basement The Menace decided it was time to find a new hideout. Last night two probable Private Investigators had found this house and would soon bring the cavalry down on them. The Chump had successfully followed the dreadlocked man to his house, but that would have to be dealt with later. The other man had gotten away, but The Cold Killer got a good description of him. Late tonight The Menace would go out to some extra’s house, kill him and take it for their hideout. It would have to be a big night, because the plan was to pull off a heist at the same time so no one would see them take a new hideout. The Menace knew Day Fifteen would be the most important yet.

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Officer Stephen Edwards began to head back to towards the mystery building entrance. He and Lt. Wilson had not found anything really interesting at all. They had found entrances to all sorts of shops and even into the Police Station but they were all locked with heavy bolt locks. If they were to open the rest of the doors they would have to get bolt cutters. Soon they were back at the entrance, and closing the trap door behind him, Officer Edwards climbed out of the hole. Lt. Wilson suggested that they take this time to check out the other buildings. It seemed like a good idea so they exited the building and put the loose boards back in the doorway.

As they were heading towards another one of the buildings Lt. Wilson stopped and pushed Steve against the wall. He pulled out his gun and slowly took a step forward. There were voices coming from inside the window right in front of them. Listening closely, Steve could hear that they were men’s voices but he couldn’t hear what they were discussing. Lowering himself to crouch under the window and standing back up on the other side, Steve peered into the window and saw guns and other equipment lining the walls and two men filling a couple back with guns and clips. Making sure they did it at the same time, Mike and Steve turned into the window with their guns first and yelled for the men to put their hands up. Quickly one of the men Steve recognized as The Legend turned and pulled out his gun. Before Steve could react The Legend pulled the trigger and shot Steve in the chest knocking him to the ground. More guns shots followed.

This is the end of Day Fourteen
Earnings up to this point:

Cops:
One Robber arrested and in custody: $75,000 split 11 ways

Robbers:
$10,000 from Flower Convenience
$2,000 from Barbulli Shoes
$100,000 from Naysayer Publishing
Total: $112,000 split 10 ways

PIs:
Nada

By the way, this is me in the mountains:

Day Thirteen: Private Party

In the Robbers’ hideout, The Stylist waited for her team to return. She had been left behind because she didn’t want to be recognized by any of the Cops as she had been at the station the day before. All of a sudden, The Stylist heard the front door open, and The Architect rushed down the stairs followed by the rest of the team. The mood in the hideout was very exciting because they knew that their game had just turned a corner.

The Following is the account of PI Michelle Whiting on Day Thirteen

Michelle had been wandering the south-east quadrant all night looking for anything suspicious. She hadn’t really seen anything so far in this game that had meant anything for her. That is, until moments earlier when she had seen a group of people rushing through the neighborhood towards Logger Court. She hadn’t tried to keep up, because she didn’t want to seem suspicious. But she definitely had an idea who they were, and where they were going. So at this point, Michelle was sneaking around the front and backyards of the houses on Logger Court looking for the Robber’s hideout. She knew it was here somewhere, and it would only be a matter of time.

Michelle was disappointed when all the houses looked exactly the same, so there was nothing to set any of the houses apart from each other. She made very sure that she stayed in the shadows because she did not want any of the Robbers to see her, and possibly kill her. Suddenly, something caught her eye beside one of the house across the street. She flung herself behind a bush to hide. Sticking her head out, she squinted her eyes and saw that the number on the house was 53. Michelle knew that the sneaky person could just be an extra outside of their house, but she decided to go in for a closer look. After all, she knew she would never make any money without taking any risks. Taking her camera out of her backpack, Michelle abandoned the bush and quickly crossed the street.

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Deciding to leave the discussion going on in the basement, The Cold Killer decided to make a sandwich. He walked up the stairs and headed towards the kitchen. Opening up the fridge, The Cold Killer grabbed some strawberry jam to put on his upcoming peanut butter sandwich. With the window open, a nice breeze was coming into the kitchen, but the breeze carried with it some sounds from the yard that didn’t belong.

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Michelle had made it past the front lawn of 53 Logger Court, and was now sneaking around to the backyard. She had seen this shady character come around the back, but once around the brick wall Michelle was distracted by the light coming from one of the basement windows. She moved closer to get a better look, and suddenly someone grabbed her from behind and pulled her into the brush along the back fence. The man holding Michelle had his hand over her mouth, and he quietly “sshhhhed” in her ear.

Around from the front of the house, a man with a gun began walking into the backyard. He wasn’t very tall, but he looked thick, like he spent his summers lifting bags of sand. His hair was short and dark, and he moved quietly, gun out in front of him, obviously looking for Michelle, or the guy with his hand over her mouth. The Robber waited in the middle of the backyard in complete silence for a moment, and then moved on, if very slowly. Michelle turned to look at her captor and found a man with dark skin and dreadlocks that she had never seen before. He told her his name is Silas and that he was a Private Investigator and that he had already found the hideout, and he was keeping tabs on the Robbers to make sure that he was ready when they brought back some loot.

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PI Micah George stood across the street from the busiest house in the neighborhood. 53 Logger Court was a bustle with all the escaped Robbers, and two probable PIs around the house. This was obviously the hideout, and even though he had this information he knew that these other PIs did as well. With these two PIs in the backyard, Micah decided to take a chance. Quickly, he ran up to the front door and rang the doorbell over and over again, the get the attention of the Robbers. As Micah was rushing down the front steps, a Robber with a gun came around from the side of the house, surprised by the sight of Micah.

Day Twelve: Prison Break

PI Micah George was walking down Pewter St. towards King. It was early evening on the twelfth day, and Micah had been walking the streets looking for anything intriguing and noteworthy. Earlier there had been people walking around, window-shopping, but no one had looked suspicious. Micah was seriously doubting his ability to read people, and to find clues. He didn’t like to get in the action and risk his life. He much preferred to watch from a distance, and try and find information. Today he walked around Paradise City all day but did not see anything at all, and he was very discouraged. He soon reached the intersection of King and Pewter, and there appeared to be some people sneaking around the Police Station. Finally, Micah thought.

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The Chump stood against the brick wall of the Police station directly to the side of the front doors. Because he was going to be the first person through the door he had the one gun. The plan was simple: rush in and threaten with the gun for the release of the prisoners, or shoot if that doesn’t work. The Chump was a little nervous. He had volunteered to be the first one through the door, and with that responsibility he was the first person to risk his life if the Cops decided to shoot first. He knew it was a huge risk, but it needed to be done.

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The Following is the account of Captain Cameron Hodge on Day Twelve

Sipping on his chocolate milk at his desk, Captain Cam was still going over the information from Naysayer Publishing. They had five captives, three of which were from Naysayer and two they had had from a very early day. One Robber, “The Drama Queen” had released some information on her teammates’ characteristics. Some of this info had turned out to be true when some of the other Robbers were arrested. Because of this fact, Chief Pitman had decided to trust the rest of her information.

Officer Edwards was playing receptionist behind the counter, Chief Pitman and Officer Siebenmorgan were both at their desks, while Sergeants Clements and Wells were guarding the prisoners in the other room. It was turning out to be a quiet evening.

Abruptly, a masked man with a gun burst in the front door followed by three other masked men yelling for all the Cops to get on the floor. Captain Cam didn’t know how many guns the Robbers had, but they each seemed to have guns in their hands, and that appeared to be enough for Officer Edwards as he dropped to the floor. Chief Pitman slowly lowered himself to the floor and gestured to Captain Cam to do the same. Cam looked through small window and could see Sergeant Wells peering to see what was going on. Officer Siebenmorgan dropped to the floor as well, but not before he slid his gun off the desk and under his shirt.

The first man yelled at Captain Cam to go over to the iron door and slowly open it, as he moved towards it to get a good angle with his gun. Captain Cam reluctantly stood up and moved towards the door. No chances, he thought. He opened the door and loudly so the Robbers could hear told Sergeants Wells and Clements to come out with their hands up. No one gets eliminated today. Thankfully, Clements and Wells decided not to take any risks as they didn’t want to be eliminated either. Cam hated giving up like this, but they had a chance at winning over a million dollars if they survived to the end of the game. The problem was, if they let these Robbers go, they lost $75,000 for each Robber that escaped.

So with Wells and Clements safely on the floor as well, the first man followed Cam into the holding block with the gun at his back. Cam could see the Robber was tall, and had reddish-blonde hair jutting out of his mask. The five captive Robbers were getting rowdy as they were obviously excited about being rescued. The Swagger, who had been in jail for like ten days was jumping up and down with anticipation. Out of the corner of his eye, Captain Cam could see Officer Siebenmorgan moving to get his gun out of his shirt. No don’t he thought desperately. Still with the gun at his back, Captain Cam opened each of the three cell doors and once all the doors were open, all five robbers followed Captain Cam and the first Robber out of the jail room.

Once in the main room, Officer Cam could see that the three other Robbers were keeping this room in control. They stood separated with their guns drawn, seemingly daring any of the Cops to make a move. Cam saw that Chief Pitman was trying to get the attention of Officer Siebenmorgan who was looking braver by the minute. With six Cops and nine Robbers in the main room, Captain Cam knew that if Siebenmorgan tried to be a hero he could get them all eliminated. As the previously jailed Robbers were being ushered to the front doors, Officer Siebenmorgan stood up.

Before Officer Siebenmorgan could get a shot off, the tall Robber with the gun spun around and shot him in the chest, knocking him to the ground. Immediately, all the Cops were on their feet running for their guns, which none of them had on them. Captain Cam had expected a gun fight, but instead the Robbers all attempted to escape, tripping all over themselves to get out the door. The three masked Robbers were the first ones out the door as none of them even took a shot. The mayhem subsided as all the Robbers but the knocked over “Hutt” were out the door. Sergeant Wells and Officer Edwards grabbed their guns and ran out the door in hopes of catching the escaping Robbers.

Captain Cam decided not to chase the Robbers, but walked over to Officer Siebenmorgan who was sitting on the floor with his head down. His suit was repeating “You have been eliminated. Stay where you are and wait to be escorted from the game.” Chief Pitman was sitting at his desk shaking his head, apparently having a hard time believing what had just happened. Sergeant Clements was calmly placing The Hutt back in his cell. Captain Cam walked over to pick up a gun that one of the Robbers had dropped. Upon further review, this gun appeared to be sticks taped together and spray-painted black. In his frustration, Captain Cam threw the gun against the wall.

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Micah George stood outside in the dark, hiding from all the action that just occurred in and outside the Police Station. He was able to write down some descriptions of the Robbers, as well as see which way they ran. Soon, he would go the way they went, to try and figure out where the Robbers’ hideout was.

So Day Twelve saw the elimination of the game’s first Cop, Officer Phil Siebenmorgan.

Day Eleven: Mixing Work and Play

Private Investigator Nathalie Hainaut had been working diligently since Day One gaining information about the people inhabiting Paradise City. She had not found anything incriminating yet about anyone. She had only heard about the robberies at Flower Convenience and Barbulli Shoes. She had reached Naysayer Publishing two nights ago to find the Police had already arrested a couple Robbers, and there were no suspicious characters lurking in the shadows. In earlier days she had seen people who looked suspicious outside of the Police Station and Jewelry stores, but she had thought about it carefully and decided they were either off-duty Cops or PIs like herself. The game was not going as she had planned so far.

The Following is the account of “The Stylist” Siobhan Wilson on Day Eleven:

In the hideout The Stylist sat at the “discussion” table in silence. Her team was not saying much either as their high hopes from the days before had been deflated. They had made $100,000 thanks to The Chump, but there were only five of them left, and the game was not even half over. $20,000 each was nice, but realistically it was nowhere near the million that they could be splitting. Over the course of the last couple days The Muscle had been saying that they didn’t need the rest of the team, and that they could pull off heists with the five of them. The Menace disagreed totally with this idea, and with The Cold Killer was trying to plan ways to free the rest of the Robbers from jail.

They knew however that since none of them had been inside the station they wouldn’t even know where to begin. The Cold Killer explained that the civilian extras had free-reign of the city, entering buildings, working and basically exploring this city. Since the beginning they had been passing as civilians and there was no reason one of them couldn’t ask for a tour of the Police Station. The Cops couldn’t arrest without reason (they can’t even question forcefully) so if the Robber to do this was able to act well, they could get a good idea of the layout.

The Stylist who had earned the second title “The Distraction” volunteered quickly. She had found from the Barbulli robbery that she really enjoyed the thrill of taking these risks, and she had already set her eyes on one particular blonde-haired, blue-eyed Cop which whom she would flirt. The Robbers knew the Cops would be suspicious of The Stylist, but there was nothing they could do. Besides the freeing attempt would not occur right away so they had some time to forget about her. So deciding no time was better than now, The Stylist left up the stairs for the Police Station on the north-east corner of Pewter and King.

Before long The Stylist was standing in front of the station, smoothing out her shirt, checking her breath, and taking her riskiest steps yet. Walking through the door, she walked up to the desk on her right and sure enough Captain Dirks was sitting on the other side eating an apple. He looked up, did a quick double-take and stood up awkwardly knocking his chair over. The Stylist calmly introduced herself as Charlotte and extended her hand ever so gently for Mr. Dirks to grasp. Captain Dirks wiped his applely hands on his shirt and seized her hand self-consciously. She would never had thought it could be this easy, but Captain Dirks quickly agreed to show her around a little.

Looking around, The Stylist could see three other officers sitting at their desks typing away, probably writing down information about the captives most likely behind the iron door beside the desks to a grinning Sergeant Clements’ left. The Stylist expected that there would be another guard behind the iron door, but she didn’t give it much attention. It was a very small building, and the tour was finished soon after it started. Captain Dirks apologized that there was not more to show, but The Stylist reassured him that the tour was captivating before placing her home phone number in his hand. It was partly a business decision to throw him off, but also a little personal.

Leaving as quickly as she had entered The Stylist had now derived a good deal of information about the Police Station. The other Cops, minus grinning Clements would probably ask Dirks about her, trying to figure out what her deal was, but realistically they had nothing on her. There were not many Cops on duty also, which was reassuring. Most likely most were on patrol, and there would for sure be at least one behind the iron door. She expected by force would be the best option, at a late hour of the night. The Cops had homes too, and some would have to be sleeping. Feeling very impressed with her flirting capabilities, The Stylist walked back to her hideout.

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The Wit sat alone behind a factory at the northernmost part of city in the north-east quadrant. His mind was going a mile a minute trying to figure out how he could win this game. He had been back to the mystery gun building to grab a couple firearms, and he had found something interesting. He hadn’t had much time because it was daylight and he didn’t want to look too suspicious, but he could have sworn another of the buildings had been entered. He would have to go back and figure out what was in those other buildings. Right now though, he was busy planning his own small robberies (he had guns afterall) but most importantly, The Wit was planning his revenge.