Day Eighteen: Gouging the Eye

Officer Tyla Leonard sat at her desk in the Police Station listening to Chief Kyle Pitman lead a team meeting. The ten remaining members of the Police Force were discussing their plans for the rest of the game. While they still had more people on their team than the Robbers did, the Robbers had pulled off a few heists and took a lot of money. Tyla had not been at the station during the jailbreak. She had not been escorting The Cold Killer when he escaped. She didn’t know what had happened in those situations, but what she did know was that Chief Pitman and Dep. Chief Heidman were at eachothers’ throats. Looking around the room, Tyla could see the team taking sides judging by their faces. She knew it would be devastating for the team if there was a split, but she braced for the worst.

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PI Nathalie Hainaut stood in her kitchen brewing a pot of coffee. Looking over her shoulder at her bulletin board, a smile appeared on her face. She had drawn a giant map, complete with notes and pictures of everything she had learned so far. She was very confident that no one, not Cops or Robbers, had noticed her up to this point in the game, and that she was able to discover much about both teams. She would blend in with crowds during the day learning what she could about her opposition, and she would never go out late at night because that would draw attention to herself if anyone saw her. Her methods were slow and tedious but they were working. At the bottom right-hand corner of her map a picture was posted; A picture of the Robbers’ new hideout.

The Following is the Account of PI Silas Pedro Esq. on Day Eighteen:

Silas had been on his toes for days. Since the close call at the Robbers’ hideout he had not been out very much. Because of his unique physical appearance, Silas did not like to be out during the day and draw the Robbers’ attention, but it was around suppertime and he had to go out and buy some fish for dinner. He had hit up the store quickly, and was on his way back to his house on 20 Maple Drive. He had been looking out his windows for days searching for any type of suspicious activity, but paranoia had begun to set in. There were always people walking up and down the streets, but too many of them were looking at his house in particular. Peering between the houses, looking for an entrance, glancing at the windows to see if anybody was home, those people had to be up to something. Running up his steps, unlocking the door and rushing inside, Silas took a deep breathe. There was lots of money at stake if he didn’t finish this game alive.

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Andrew “The Menace” Cowin and Adam “The Chump” Clarke sat in the dark in the “dreadlocked” man’s bedroom. They eagerly anticipated this man’s return to his house. He had come much too close at their previous hideout and tonight they were going to make sure that he never came close again. It was risky to be in someone else’s house because you never knew what could happen, or who could betray you, but this needed to be done. The Menace was excited to finally shoot somebody, while The Chump had already ended the game for one Cop and would like to do it again. Suddenly, The Menace could hear someone coming up the stairs.

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Silas stifled a yawn as he neared the top of his stairs. The sun was almost down outside, but the day’s last rays of sunshine came through the windows at sharp angle leaving every area untouched in the dark. He reached for his bedroom door, but before touching the handle he realized something. He didn’t know why he remembered something so trivial, but he hadn’t shut his bedroom door when he left the house. Without any more thought on the matter, Silas lurched into a run towards the stairs and leaped from the top to the main floor. He could hear his bedroom door burst open, and two sets of heavy footsteps running above him. Regaining his footing he ran for the front door, but realized he wouldn’t have time to unlock and open the door before the Robbers were down the stairs behind him. So instead he turned towards the basement, opened the door, and jumped down to the bottom floor. Closing the door at the bottom of the stairs behind him, he looked frantically for something to block the door.

He could hear the Robbers coming towards the basement as he struggled to push a dresser against the door. The second he had it in place he felt a strong force crash against the door, shifting but not moving the dresser. Silas grabbed other furniture and pushed them against the dresser. One of the Robbers yelled something at the other one before crashing all his force against the door shifting the dresser again, this time a little further. With the door opened a crack, the Robber pushed his gun through and took a couple shots at Silas who had to move quickly. Realizing he didn’t have much time, Silas ran to one of the windows which were situated on the wall about a foot above his head, stood on a chair and began to open the window. He had to jump off the chair to avoid the gunshots that followed him from his backyard. The other Robber had gone around to the back, and slowly approached the window. Behind him, Silas heard (and felt) another crash as the Robber behind the door put all his force into it. Silas had to think quickly.

Day Seventeen: A Pleasant Surprise

The Stylist sat in her cell and sipped a hot chocolate. It had been a gift from Captain Dirks whom she had wrapped around her little finger. It didn’t take much to get information out of him either. All she had to do was compliment his long hair, or his slim torso and she had an in. Over the last couple days he had told her about the Cops’ patrol schedule, what they were currently working on, whether it be protecting quadrants or searching for the Robbers’ hideout, she knew it all. The Hutt had not been useful at all, as he just hung out in his cell complaining about the lack of pizza. But They Stylist knew that if she were ever able to escape or be rescued, she would have a lot of information.

The Following is the Account of Dan “The Cold Killer” Wylie on Day Seventeen:

Sitting on his bed with Cops coming in and out of the Hospital had become very tiring for The Cold Killer. He knew that in a few minutes he would be officially released from the Hospital (his “wound” healed) and then he would be arrested and taken across the street to the Police Station. For him, it was either be arrested or be eliminated, so it was an easy choice. The Cold Killer had heard through Cop conversation that the Robbers had pulled off a couple heists successfully and he was eager to get back to his team and enjoy the success. But most likely, that was not to be.

Abruptly, a hand was on The Cold Killer’s shoulder. Lt. Michael Wilson told him that his time was up, and that he would be escorting The Cold Killer into custody. It was mid-afternoon, so The Cold Killer knew that there was not much hope of rescue from his team. Standing up from his bed, and wishing Officer Stephen Edwards well(he was in the bed beside him with a more serious “injury”), The Cold Killer put his hands behind his back and allowed himself to be cuffed by Lt. Wilson. Following the Cop out the front door of the hospital, the two men turned and headed towards the Police Station. Lt. Wilson walked ahead of The Cold Killer and took his first step onto King St. when suddenly there were three loud gunshots and Lt. Wilson was knocked onto the ground and The Cold Killer was shocked to see Matt “The Wit” Binnington run around the corner and rush The Cold Killer down King St. away from the Police Station.

They were able blend into the crowd of extras that was surrounding the intersection, but kept up their pace to get away. The Cold Killer could not believe what had just happened. The Wit was supposed to be eliminated. The Architect had told everybody that The Wit had been killed by the Cops at Naysayer Publishing, but here he was, and he had just killed a Cop. Running through the residential area, The Wit and The Cold Killer stopped at 75 Temple Lane. The Cold Killer after catching his breath, asked The Wit what was going on, but The Wit rushed him into the house before saying a word.

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Sergeant Wells stood leaning against the outside wall of the hospital. Cops and civilians were still milling around, talking about what had just happened. In broad daylight a Robber had just killed a Cop. He just ran down the road took some shots and continued off with one of their prisoners. Wells didn’t know how the Cops on duty let this happen, but he was sure had he been on duty The Cold Killer would not have escaped. For the last couple days he had been keeping his eye on The Cold Killer, because he knew an escape attempt would occur, but unfortunately he hadn’t been on duty during the transfer. Sergeant Wells decided that if he was to accomplish one thing and one thing only by the end of the game, it would be to find, capture or kill The Cold Killer. He set off in the direction he was told the two Robbers went.

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Dan “The Cold Killer” Wylie reclined on a couch, sipping lemonade, and listened to The Wit’s story of betrayal and hardship. As Dan listened his jaw dropped open, but after he thought about it, he realized that The Architect was certainly capable of what he did. As the Wit relayed his plans for The Architect’s recompense, Dan realized that no matter what he thought, he would have to help The Wit with his cause because now he owed him. Sure The Cold Killer was angry at The Architect, but he didn’t want to risk elimination. He quickly realized he was in a tough situation, but when looking at The Wit who wanted so dearly to repay The Architect, The Cold Killer agreed to help him. It was going to be risky, but over some sandwiches they began to formulate a plan.

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Adam “The Chump” Clarke looked over the notes he had been accumulating since the beginning of the game. He never revealed these notes to any of his teammates because he knew they would try and use them. In The Chump’s eyes, these notes gave him a decided advantage in the game, and they could give the edge at the end. Right now, what The Chump was looking at specifically was the notes he had taken on the dreadlocked man. This guy had been posing a problem recently, and he had must have had lots of information about the Robbers. He would have to be silenced soon.

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Eliminated today was:
Lieutenant Michael Wilson