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Post by fbi on Jul 12, 2011 21:21:04 GMT -5
Tiffany opened the door labeled Jim Gordon with out an introduction. The sectary was shouting at him from behind about the need of an appointment, but Tiffany took no note to it. He was part of the FBI and as far as he was concern the GCPD was merely a tool at the government's hand. He would not waste precious time handling local government paperwork. He was here for a mission.
He felt the cross underneath his shirt against his chest. It was a constant reminder to his goals. He had to provide proof to the lord that he could accomplish a perfect world for him, and Tiffany knew one thing for certain: a perfect world did not involve those who dressed up in costumes. The devil had taken his hold on this city, and he saw it in every policemen's eyes. They all wore tired looks, but some had a hint of uneasiness or corruption. He knew many of them were leaks, and if it were up to him he would ship the entire GCPD off to Blackgate. Unfortunately, he lacked the man power...for now.
He opened the door to see a somewhat startled Police Commissioner. Tiffany wasted no time presenting his FBI badge from his inside jacket. "I will be blunt. I will be taking over the GCPD. They will follow my orders and if I see any not fit to work with me they will be fired. I will require an office, immediately. If you are currently questioning why the FBI is here I will answer. We are here to clean up the mess you obviously cannot handle yourself," he stated as he slammed the door on the sectary before she could enter.
Order. It was the only way to handle sheep. He had been given a large responsibility and he would not fail. He could not fail because if he could not be successful then no one else would.
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Post by james on Jul 12, 2011 21:37:05 GMT -5
The shouting from the corridors caught his attention first. James Gordon had immediately paused in his paperwork to peer up at the commotion which he could perfectly hear was nearing his office. How pleasant. He thought in little but disdain, his mouth filling already with the bitter taste of displeasure. That feeling of indignation only swelled when the young gun of an F.B.I. officer came in flashing his badge and spouting about orders and lack of action.
They were all things Gordon had heard before and despite the fact this was an F.B.I. agent he was being stared down by--he had respect for the government, but not these seeming snobs who believed God had put them on this green earth to order him around. He was a military veteran; he'd served his dues and he'd done a damned swell job in his opinion.
He raised a brow at the man, but said nothing to him at first as he fished his pipe from his pocket and pack of his tobacco from the breast pocket of his shirt.
"You may be whatever the hell you want outside of this city," he said calmly sticking the pipe between his teeth, but managing to clearly speak around it, "but I'll tell you no police department is going to warm up to you with an attitude like that. Now, sit down, and you will more politely explain why you're here and what mess it seems we're incapable of handling ourselves."
He gestured to a seat before him. "I assume you already know my name, but let's see that you have some manners. Who are you, sir?" He was absolutely unfazed by the man's entrance and his level of security clearance.
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Post by fbi on Jul 12, 2011 22:15:04 GMT -5
Tiffany looked at the disgusting pipe the man was filling as he spoke. Tobacco killed hundreds a year yet the man continued to buy the product. How could he consider himself a police officer when he contributed to mass murdering? Tiffany had only been in this city for a few hours but he already felt the seed of evil surrounding him in filth. This was a truly disgusting city.
His thoughts only intensified when the low rank man actually started to order him around. He walked towards the seat, but did not sit down. He stood with his hands behind his back as he judge the office. It was too cluttered for his taste. The lack of organization might be the very reason they had yet to succeed in this city of filth. "I prefer to stand and be prepared instead of let Leviathan take a hold of me," he said in a stern voice almost as if feeling the demon lingering along the walls.
His gaze was settled on the older police commissioner. While the commissioner had age, Tiffany had far more years of experience. The man would be a fool to underestimate him. "My name is of little importance to you as long as you understand that you work for me. If you must address me, you may call me Agent Tiff. As for my attitude, I don't particularly care whether it warms these men or not. I am not here for fun. I do not have time for pleasantries. The US government has declared war, and I am the first step in defeating the enemy. You will know the precise details of my business when I feel you should know. For now, the only thing you should comprehend is that I am going to clear Gotham of crime. The first step will be a complete embargo on this city that will be set up within the next two days."
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Post by james on Jul 14, 2011 16:07:30 GMT -5
"A complete embargo, eh?" He raised a brow and then leaned forward a fraction to stare up at the man. "How long have you been at this, Agent Tiff? I'll tell you something, I joined the military when I was of and after returning I've served the rest of my time in both Chicago and here, so you'll have to excuse me for believing that I am very aware of what I'm talking about."
He removed his pipe from his mouth a moment and let out a long exhale. "Placing a complete embargo on Gotham will have the complete opposite affect. Instead of stopping crime, you'll create more. People will go into a panic and the city will see a time similar to when No Man's Land existed. You see, you don't understand. You think you do because you're an idealist who thinks that just because you snap your fingers and order people around that everything will get better. The real don't work like that. I don't know how your agency handles things, but you'll have to understand that there's no universal method for stopping crime, especially in this city."
He leaned back again. "Are you from here, Agent Tiff?"
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Post by fbi on Jul 14, 2011 18:30:38 GMT -5
Tiffany smirked as he closed his eyes. He had dealt with men like Gordon on many occasions. He rose through the ranks so quickly that people older then his grandfather ended up working for him. Like all men they let their pride take hold and could not understand how someone his age could be their superior.
He finally opened his eyes to give Gordon a cold focus glare. "When I turned eighteen I served in Kuwait during the Persian War and then continued to do service in the Middle East for eight years. I have now been in the FBI for ten, so please do not preach me your resume. I will not be impressed," he stated coldly. He deserved respect, and he deserved order. He knew Gordon's history. He had too. He knew the man was a genuine good cop, but Gordon had yet to be successful in Gotham. If anything he continued the nonsense with his supportiveness of the Batman.
"And yes, you are correct petty crime will go up in the embargo, but I'm not after petty criminals who take action out of fear. Though they will also be handled with. My focus is on the costume freaks your city harbors," he stated taking a threatening step closer to the man who continued to kill himself with tobacco. "If we wish to rid the city of them we must destroy their outside source of supplies. You make them weak and irritated they will act out like a caged animal and then we will hunt them like animals. Do not doubt my strategies, Jim," he said with a smile that was so obviously fake as he purposefully used the man's nickname, "My plans worked with the Mexican drug trade they will certainly work here."
"And for your personal inquire, I'm from Fort Worth, Texas. You want to know why Texas has lower crime rates then this forsaken city? Because in Texas we knew how to handle criminals," he stated seriously. Strap them up to an electric chair and send them straight down to hell, he thought to himself. He remembered going to many of those death presentations of the criminals he caught. He would smile at them before the bag was put on their had. They only got what they deserved.
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Post by powermaniac184 on Jul 14, 2011 18:49:52 GMT -5
Lisa had already set up her desk a few days ago, met with the mayor and new District Attorney and called her mother as well as moved the office around. She put her books in the shelf as well as the book of all the current laws. But the past week had been strange. Armed men were coming and going out of the city, the entrances were closing all around. Lisa knew she wasn't in New York, but this was something different. You didn't have F.B.I. people in every office questioning employees. For god's sake, she had just arrived here.
Danger didn't scare Lisa, what scared her was the fact that someone would try to use her as bait or as a dummy. She checked the time, it was around eleven. A knock on the door was familiar. The door handle felt cold, but she opened it anyway. "Sorry to bother you Ms. Novak but I was wondering if you wanted something for lunch, I'm making a daily run to the sub shop." said one of the courtroom officers. Lisa's stomach signaled that she was indeed hungry, the banana didn't last long, not to mention her breath was bad. "Sure, I'll have a roast beef sandwich with lettuce, bread, and some dressing" said Lisa who was now thinking of her bad breath. The man nodded and left, closing the door behind him.
Lisa still had boxes of items and records to organize, she had done most of the work already. Lisa's heel hit the chair to her right, a moment of clumsiness and pain went through her leg. "I hate heels" she said, pushing the chair to the corner and checking her black berry. She sat in her chair by her desk which had a great view of the Police headquarters and local market. Lisa was an adventerous girl, it doesn't make sense why F.B.I agents and personal were entering the police headquarters and setting up shot. Lisa dialed the D.A.'s number but then paused. It wasn't necessary to keep calling him. She pressed the off button and decided technology didn't need to roll the dice at the moment. Dressed in her midly comfortable suit, Lisa adjusted the watch and time, put the black berry in her pocket and left the office heading to the Police Headquarters.
Lisa's hair had decided to naturally lay on her face, somewhat curled. Taking the elevator was a way to relax her aggravated feet. As it stopped, Lisa took out the Identification given to her by the District Attorney. As she walked out to the floor, she saw men in black suits with white shirts typing on the computers, detectives getting warrants from the D.A office and Gordon and another man in another office. Lisa received a text from the D.A. about the man called Mathew Tiffany, A brief resume was put in the text. A fed, Lisa dealt with them all the time, they stuck their noses at everyone assuming that no one was better than them. They were always proven wrong by Lisa, her tactics in the courtroom outgunned them; this was no different. Lisa, walked toward the door and opened it up, the men were arguing.
“Greetings Gentleman, My name is Lisa Novak, Newly transferred Assistant District Attorney, Mr. Tiffany do you have the court order for whatever your doing? Because if you don’t then you need to leav ;If you can’t leave, then I’ll escort you down to the Courtroom and charge you with breaking and entering along with contempt.” Lisa wasn’t playing games, hit them hard and they’ll eventually crack. Tiffany looked very religious not to mention the cross in his shirt. Federal agents were everywhere, never a good sign. Lisa stood watching both men, giving Gordon a subtle smile and handing him the information about her.
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Post by fbi on Jul 15, 2011 0:55:30 GMT -5
Before he could even hear a response from Gordon someone barged into the office introducing themselves. He turned to see a woman who from her appearance also had some dances with pride. Disgusting.
Lawyers. Tiffany despised lawyers. Lawyers manipulated the law under their perceive selfish notions. They could easily be attacking one man for a crime and then defending the another man for the same crime. Most were looking for the highest pay check or for highest profile case to bring them fame. They hardly cared for the people they represented. He looked at the new ADA like how he would look at a child throwing a tantrum: irritation and little care for what the child actually wanted. Her threatening statement only made his skin crawl more.
"Agent is the appropriate title," he said coldly as he looked down at the woman. He hated playing these games with the lawyers, but he had done it often in the past. Without even a second breath his hand reached into his jacket's inside pocket and pulled out a fold piece of paper. "News must not be available to Gotham. A new law was passed, but if a law from the United States Government does not suffice then I feel an executive order from the President of the United States should do." He said handing over the piece of paper. It had the White House water print and emblem gracing the paper and a signature that read Barrack Obama at the bottom. The paper gave the FBI outstanding power to successfully handle PROTECT under any circumstances. It also suspended the writ to habeas corpus.
"I am agent not a lawyer. I could never sell my soul, so if you have issues with this please bring it up with the United States Attorney General," he said with a sly smirk. The Attorney General would never take a call from a city ADA.
"Now, Assistant District Attorney, we are discussing business that does not concern you and unless you have the security clearance required I will not be sharing any information with you." He turned back to Gordon as if the woman had already left the room. God created women to serve men, yet women felt a need to disobey. Eve did take that first bite, he reminded himself.
(OOC: I decided to reply since she was directing the statement at me anyways.)
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Post by powermaniac184 on Jul 15, 2011 2:24:44 GMT -5
Lisa brushed off the criticism like a bug on her face. Eagerly taking the papers, and reading them the subtle smile vanished. Whatever the government approved was a mess just waiting to happen. She couldn't believe it, why the hell was the government doing this. Suspend Habeus Corpus? Even though they were criminals they certainly weren't aliens. "Why are you doing this?" said Lisa in a somewhat disturbed voice. P.R.O.T.E.C.T.? " I don't know what your plans are, but know that for every action there are impacts and consequences" Lisa looked at Gordon and Agent Tiff. This was may have been above her clearence, but she wasn't leaving the room.
She sat down in one of the chairs, her legs crossed. "How long is this going to take?" "The Government once tried setting up local and mercenary tasks forces to weed out the heroin dealers. Marshals and Agents had to assist the small task forces. Then ended up breaking most of the heroin trade in Brooklyn about twenty percentt. The D.A. office was able to convict sixty three percent of the criminals. Now New York is safer than it has been in decades." Executive Branch may be larger than the Judicial Branch, the difference is that the Judicial Branch has the final say.
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Post by james on Jul 16, 2011 23:36:05 GMT -5
Gordon returned the woman's small smile and took her papers, but he stayed respectfully silent as the two spoke. He chuckled slightly when she took a seat. “I think as the new A.D.A., you deserve to hear this as well, Ms. Novak.” He looked from Agent Tiff to the woman before replacing his pipe.
“Agent Tiff,” he returned the man's mocking smile, “I would not think of preaching my resume to you, it has nothing to do with jobs, it has to do with experience and between the two of us, I do have the most, different times we had. And I commend you for gaining such a position, but you lack a key piece of information.”
He gave the man a serious stare. “I don't tell you this because I don't like you, I don't tell you this because I'd rather you get your ass out of Gotham, though both of those are very true. You don't live here, there's no telling how these 'costumed criminals' are going to react and I highly doubt that in Texas you have that problem. I wish we didn't have it in Gotham, I wish these guys could get what they deserve, but I just follow the law, same as you.”
He turned to Ms. Novak, “May I see that executive order, Miss?” He held out his hand kindly.
“I'm telling from my experiences in this city, Agent Tiff that what may seem like an easy fix, simple and foolproof, you've not met the Rogue Gallery.” He said softly.
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Post by fbi on Jul 17, 2011 2:00:50 GMT -5
He ignored the ADA as soon as he had handed over the executive order. She wasn't any importance to him. She provided no benefits to their success. If anything she would hamper their efficiency. She flew around her misconceived notion of the law the same way a fly lingers around cow dung. Having a fly on his side seemed rather impractical.
Gordon was being difficult, but like all wild stallions they needed to be tamed. He would not have loose ends on his team. "This is not about experience. This is about results," he stated calmly knowing he had been far more successful then a man who could hardly control one city. He would not let this man's pride get in the way of his results, "And if you cannot accept taking orders from me then I strongly suggest you resign from your position before I put in my motion for your removal." He looked at the older man with a straight face expression that almost appear indifferent, but there was that pure seriousness behind his eyes that told Gordon not to question it.
"Please do not insult me by insinuating that you even have an idea what my plan is. I have only given you a brief glimpse because I lack faith in your ability to even execute that small part of it. As for the rogues," he paused as his hand naturally went to his cross. How could he fail when he had the lord on his side? "They haven't met me yet."
He let that statement be made clear to both in the room. He wasn't in Gotham on a field trip. He was protecting his nation. He was destroying evil. "So Jim, are you on my side or would you like to watch from the sidelines?" he asked.
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Post by powermaniac184 on Jul 18, 2011 0:11:52 GMT -5
Lisa handed Gordon the order, with ease. But she was caught off guard with Tiffany's threats to Gordo. "You do realize Jim Gordon has been the best thing to happen to Gotham City since Superman. Now I may have not been in Gotham but crime is significantly lower in parts than it was twenty years ago. I don't care if you don't like me, but I didn't sit around in college at Harvard telling jokes to boys with booze and a silver lining and a mission from god to rid the world of evil." Lisa was religious but Tiffany was too far past the safe zone as she used to call it. He probably thinks he's a prophet and can hear the voice of god through his mind.
Lisa got up and walked to the window, the sunlight briefly phasing through the window. Gotham, like any other city, had people who weren't corrupt and people who were. Lisa was a prosecutor, a highly effective and inteligent one. Two years ago she recieved three awards from the New York City, and was ranked fourth in the nations top ten lawyers. But more importantly Lisa was a serious woman with short moments of sarcasm and nay say. Just in this week she convicted seven people of sexual crimes, two counts of first-degree murder and five counts of kidnapping, rape, and armed robbery.
She continued watching the street, seeing a little girl play with bubbles and her teddy bear made her think about how she wanted to make terms with her friends and enemies. " You may think that I am Naive and foolish in situations like these, but I'm willing to help in your embargo. I will prosecute and sentence those criminals that have done murders, rapes, and mass killings. If you want the District Attorney on your side in this, your going to need my persuasive skills." The fact of the matter was that Lisa had made quick friends with the other assistant attorney's and the district attorney. But then she also added, "But if your going to tear this city to it's foundations, which could kill,injure, or damage someone for the rest of their life. I can guarentee that you and whoever you worked with will be held accountable to the destruction of this city; I have friends everywhere, in the CIA, FBI, Federal Courts, and on Council boards. Laws are created on a daily basis for the well-being of the society. Some laws go up, are put into action, and then taken down because the risks outweigh the positives. P.R.O.T.E.C.T is one of those missions. Your failures are going to have economic, social, and political impacts on everyone's careers here. That means that when this is over, if people have died you and whoever you work for are going to be held accountable for the actions.
That also means that I'm going to charge you, because that is my civic duty. The consequences of whatever your doing can ruin your careers and give you a one way ticket to a federal prison for up to twenty years."
It was a long and truthful response. Tiffany would probably ignore it, because the words are from the "devil lady".
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Post by james on Jul 18, 2011 22:25:43 GMT -5
Gordon took the sheave of papers and began to read. He held off answering Tiff's question as he did so, but he did speak to Lisa. "Thank you, Ms. Novak, but I am not so vain to believe that I couldn't be doing better. I believe we could all improve in one area or another." He inhaled on his pipe and then looked up at Tiff.
"You would do well, Agent Tiff, to give me some confidence. I do what I can, with what I have and if you know anything about Gotham, you know that there are very few actual cops worth their salt and I value the few that are extremely. I can't just sack everyone, if I did, I'd not have a force to even do what we have. So it's either make gradual progress at the pace you're uncomfortable with, or allow the entire city to be overrun with Rogues and the corrupt." He spoke seriously, in honest regret. "And you can see which one I've chosen. I want to help with the project, if it'll help Gotham, but what I'm asking in return is faith and respect. You give me those and I'll return the favor. You don't, then we'll have a problem."
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Post by fbi on Jul 19, 2011 22:52:53 GMT -5
"I don't drink," was his first reply to the ADA. He didn't particularly care about her opinions of him, but he would not sit back at let her spread rumors of his sins. "For your fore mentioned statements, I will remind you of the PATRIOT Act," he stated coldly. He had used the benefits of the PATRIOT Act many times during his duty as an FBI agent. He had also dealt with lawyers similar to him. They all threatened the same nonsense stating the act was unconstitutional and they would put him in prison once it was proved so. Tiffany took the same response as he did now: unconcerned. People might protest in the beginning to big security changes in the beginning, but they always became comfortable with the security it provided that they forgot the limitations all together. "Would you arrest Abraham Lincoln as well?" he added, "He suspended habeas corpus for years, yet today he is known as one of our best presidents, so please save your threats."
He then focused on Gordon. He did respect the man, and he understood where the man was coming from. He just could not have men fighting his every move during this operation. "I do respect you, Commissioner," he stated using his proper title, "I can give you what you need, men, but if you fight me on every step of my plan then you will become more of a burden then an asset."
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Post by powermaniac184 on Jul 19, 2011 23:07:07 GMT -5
"Except that Abraham Lincoln wasn't around during the twenty first century dealing with terrorists abroad. All I'm saying is that I can help you if you allow it, but I won't do things that go past my morale limit. It's also obvious that you don't respect me, fine but I will remind you that I have been dealing with the federal government, they don't like me and I don't like them when they but into my business and try to steal the show. You'd be surprised how much influence a Senior ADA can hold with the D.A. over a Federal officer.
Lisa turned to Gordon, "Excuse me I have to leave, I have a trial in an hour. Nice meeting you both, I'm sure we'll be seeing each other soon. Woman aren't below men, mr Tiffany, we're just smarter." Lisa took a hard look at Tiffany before walking out, her sleek case with many pockets and room for files wavering as she walked down to the exit. She walked to the elevator where she made her way out of the police department towards the D.A. office to get the evidence ready for trial.
Her lunch that she had ordered was sitting on her desk. She licked her lips a bit then opened the plastic wrapping covering the sandwhich. She made some last minute notes. The trial was about a man who had attempted to rape two woman, yet both were killed an hour after he left. The case was interesting but it wasn't a white collar crime. Many cases were about sexuality and homicides. Both in her area of expertise. The judge that would be prosiding is Judge Larry Crownest, a decent man with a decent reputation apparently. The sandwhich was very good, it reminded her of Manhatten in a way. Sub shops that made your stomach grumble.
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Post by james on Jul 21, 2011 23:00:34 GMT -5
Gordon offered a smile to Ms. Novak and nodded to her. "I'm certain we will," he said and watched her leave. He did in a way agree with her. Woman were not below men, not the way he suspected had been meant by the statement. Woman were smart and had ways of achieving goals men couldn't use. He believed that each sex had their drawbacks and special talents and as a result they were equal, but he wasn't going to argue sexism with this man.
He looked back up at him, and nodded, "I don't wish to fight you every step of the way, but I can make no promises that won't happen. I'm calling on age or anything of the like, I merely am trying to help by offering my knowledge of Gotham and its unique assortment of people, both good and day. In order to make it in the city, you need to understand it. I think you want to help, but your operation does have the possibility that it could turn on itself. I offer my assistance, Agent, and my honest wish for luck. I have children, sir, and so I have a tendency to be protective and offer fatherly, professional advice, even if you think less of me for where I work or the little I have accomplished."
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