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Post by Deleted on Jun 22, 2015 23:27:37 GMT -5
Gotham State University June/22/, 2:25 PM.
It was a rather common day for college students at Gotham University. Even though it was summer, there were still plenty of students that wanted to take classes. A lot of the classes for the day usually fell in the afternoon, that is when most of the teachers and staff preferred to work. Two thirty PM was the time of day with the most classes, and hence the most populated time of day for the University. It was still summer, so students were in greatly reduced number compared to Fall or Spring. So every class was held in the same building. The large main curriculum building of the University. Droves and droves of students started to find their seats for what would seem to be a normal day on campus.
That was until 2:30, when all of the classes were scheduled to start. Today, six classes took place at this time. A world history class, a US History class, a physics class, Two advanced algebra classes and a Police Science class, taught by GCPD sergeant Frank Daily. The class Daily taught was more crowded than he previously believed. The man was never one to think Gotham University had students that desired to be cops. As far as surprises go, it was a good one. This was the fourth meeting of the class for the summer semester. Frank walked in, right about 2:31.
"So sorry for being late... Who is ready to learn about processing DUI offenders?" The man asked. A few of the class mates raising their hands. Frank was about to turn to write on the board before he noticed three shady men sitting in the back. All had hoodies and tattoos. Frank, the cop he was got curious and approached the men. "Excuse me, are you gentleman part of this class? I don't seem to recognize you." Frank questioned the gentlemen. Who then answered by standing up, one of the three drawing an over sized revolver, pointing it straight in Sergeant Dailys face.
The man was no stranger to having a gun pointed at him. The man took a deep breath, putting his hands up. "What is this about?" The other students started to take notice. At least ten of them. The other two finally drew their weapons. The first one finally saying. "You put my brother away, Daily. It's time for you to pay the price." The first one shot Daily twice, point blank. While the other two started opening up on the the rest of the class. "Waste these fools, Leave no witnesses!" Several of the students were tagged. One of the students, a rookie cop taking a course he missed previously stood up. Luckily he was carrying. The young officer quickly drew, firing three shots before he was put down. One of the attackers was hit, and on the floor bleeding.
"Oh shit! He got Daryl!" The other two exclaimed before fleeing, leaving the University as fast as he possibly could.
Gotham State University, June/22/ 2:47 PM.
Gotham PD was finally on the scene at the university, the entire campus taped up. Students were told to go home. Commissioner James Gordon finally arrived on the scene. Something this disastrous had to be handled personally by the Police Commissioner. Gordon approached the two uniformed officers, that were the first to respond to the call. "Good afternoon." Gordon muttered, he wasn't happy. Two cops had been murdered, as well as four civilians. Eight were injured.
"Afternoon, Commissioner. You just missed the detectives their in there now."
[Oh dear I hope this isn't too graphic, But it is a large enough crime where everyone can be welcome to give their reactions and find out what happened. Maybe this isn't the best setting for an open RP but I tried.]
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Post by Evangelina Bradley on Jun 25, 2015 3:36:26 GMT -5
As luck would have it, Evangelina had been one of the first officers to arrive - she'd been on lunch break at a nearby diner she favors when the call had come in. And it'd been a call that certainly merited an interruption of her break - larger scale public shootings, especially at a school, are serious business. At least it's at a school for adults instead of children, but even so these are young adults who were specifically in a location where they should have been able to take their safety for granted. It's not like they were in an east Gotham alleyway, asking for trouble - in fact, college is about as much the opposite of that as any place could be.
And while she'd be the first person to confess to herself that her tendency to not do things by the book - especially if she has something to gain financially by it - even Evangelina has standards. Thus she finds herself more motivated than usual to actually do a good job so that they can catch these scumbags. She just hopes that they don't end up being affiliated with any of the groups she works with, because then she might have to actually try to help them get away with it or face reprisals. And while she may have standards, she's also not willing to be a martyr for them - doing something that absolutely disgusts her is better than being killed, after all.
Hearing that the Commissioner has arrived, Evangelina is quick to decide to go meet with him. After all, she'd been one of the ones that first secured the scene, and started the process of collecting the witness statements from those students who were neither too injured or too traumatized to do that immediately - you always get more accurate information when the incident is the most fresh in their mind. And since then she's been running around making herself useful - the past fifteen or so minutes already feel like hours.
Nodding as the other officer greets the Commissioner, she's quick to add, "The third suspect is in the hospital, condition too serious to interrogate - might not make it. But he had his wallet on him and we got his prints, so we know who he is and they're looking through his known associates to ID the other two. We've also got the footage from the security cameras - there wasn't one actually in the classroom and it's not the best quality, but we got the suspects' faces. Also, the witnesses said one of them blamed Sergeant Daily for locking up his brother, so the detectives have someone going through his recent cases, looking for someone with a brother also in our database - whoever he is, he probably has priors. So I'd wager that we'll have the other suspects IDed within the hour."
Just as she finishes saying that a news helicopter, flying a bit low in an obvious attempt to get the best shot of the police gathered at the university, roars as it passes overhead. "And sir, might I suggest a press conference soon? The media is being... the media," she says with an annoyed tone - maybe if they give them some sound bytes and some solid information to ramble about for several hours they'll get off their backs and let them do their jobs in relative peace.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 26, 2015 2:56:40 GMT -5
Gordon listened to what Officer Bradley said intently as she filled him him. It didn't take long to conclude that Sergeant Daily and the other victims were the result of gang related retribution. The south part of Gotham city wasn't nearly as violent or subject to crime as much the east. The University hadn't been the site of any violent crimes for decades now. A bloody shooting changed that in what seemed like seconds. Right after Officer Bradely finished filling the Commissioner in with current events, Gordon and the officers he was speaking to were mobbed by the media. Gordon's phone started going off seconds later.
The Commissioner reached to take the phone out of his pocket with shaky hands. The stress of what was to come, the heat and humidity. It didn't exactly help. Gordon wasn't exactly surprised to see that it was the mayor that was calling him. He didn't want to answer, what man would? But it was his job. Bringing the phone up to his ear, Gordon pressed the green phone symbol. "Gordon" His tone was bitter, his voice raised to talk over the reporters. The Commissioner was met with a loud voice accompanied by what sounded like impatience and irritation.
"Gordon!? Do you know what is going on right now? The city is up my ass about this shooting! I hope you catch these guys soon, for your sake. Call me with every detail you find out. If one of these guys has a parking infraction I want to hear about it the second it happens, you got me?"
"Yes sir." Again Gordon replied with a bitter tone, the Mayor not responding before hanging up. The dial tone was an almost welcoming sound as far as the Commissioner was concerned. Now he could turn his attention to Officer Bradley. "Thanks, Bradley. Sergeant Daily was part of an undercover operation in the east just about eleven months ago. That's the first and best place to start. The detectives have already been informed of this. It's best you responding officers know too." Gordon was short with his words. Talking wouldn't find the killers. It was hard to speak with the responding officers with the Media shoving their microphones into Gordon's face constantly. "All of your questions will be asked after my officers and I talk to the detectives." Gordon stated before walking away, towards the crime scene. The reporters followed, up until the yellow crime scene tape of course. Gordon entered the class room where it took place. Yellow markers pointed out the evidence while CSI and the detectives were finishing up the scene.
Detective Davis and his partner Detective Young approached the Commissioner. "Good afternoon Commissioner." Detective Davis was the first to speak, his younger and less experienced partner listened. "There was a total of twenty-three shots. Two of them were from a .44 magnum. Those two belonging to the weapon that killed Sergeant Daily. The others were nine millimeter shells. We're not sure which ones belonged to the other two shooters and which ones belonged to Officer Montez." Gordon nodded at what the detective had to say. "Wait for the coroner to show and then bag the evidence. Keep up the good work." Both detectives nodded.
Five more minutes of processing the crime scene was finally followed by the coroner arriving. After noting what happened the bodies were loaded and the evidence was bagged.
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Post by Evangelina Bradley on Jul 6, 2015 2:42:50 GMT -5
No sooner has Evangelina complained about the media that they notice the Commissioner has arrived and she finds herself surrounded. But she keeps her internal griping about it to herself - on the outside, she states 'The investigation is ongoing, and I therefore can't comment at this time.' to each the reporters who attempt to speak to her, though of course most of them want the Commissioner's reaction, not hers. But he starts answering a phone call, so their attempts to chase the story don't seem to be going well at all. Evangelina simply waits for it to end - she imagines that as soon as the phone call is over, the Commissioner will have things for her to do.
Though she can't hear what's being said on the other end of the line, the fact that it ends with a 'yes sir' gives her a hint about who he was talking to - by the nature of his position, there just aren't that many people he'd say that to. But she sets aside such thoughts immediately when she's addressed, instantly paying attention. What he says causes a nod, "Yes sir - I'll make sure word spreads." It might help them narrow down the right lead, after all.
She's about to go do that immediately, but then she observes the media folks following the Commissioner toward the building. Hmm, maybe she ought to delay slightly... Following behind them, she waits until they reach the yellow tape. Then she promptly positions herself just on the other side of it and says, "All right, you heard him - take a break, give us some time." Her eyes scan over the crowd, all no doubt eager to get their story. Her normal stomping grounds are in a bad part of east Gotham, so while this is probably one of the biggest groups of them she's ever dealt with, it's not her first time having to deal with them. Most will respect police tape, but she knows that there are a few who won't if they think that they can get away with it. She stares down a few she suspects might be of that persuasion until she meets their eyes sees them understand that they're not going to get away with it.
Once she satisfied, only then does she leave that spot to quickly spread word among the relevant officers about Sergeant Daily's undercover work - it has her curious, because if he was undercover in east Gotham eleven months ago that would have been about a month after she transferred to Gotham and started patrolling the area. Which feathers might he have ruffled?
When she's finished with that task, she goes right back to where the media have gathered just to check to make sure that they're still respecting the crime scene - but also in hopes of being around to hear if there's any leads on who's responsible. The media aren't the only people with an interest in that.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2015 16:59:45 GMT -5
The first 48 hours in any investigation was key. This fact rang true in this instance for Gotham City police commissioner James Gordon. He knew he didn't have a lot of time to figure who killed innocent civilians as well as two cops. One of those policemen being a rookie officer, a man that had his entire career ahead of him. Gordon knew that he had a team of competent detectives on the case, but he also knew he had to to do his part as well. Was he going to retreat back to the station and play public representative for the police department? No, he had to take action. The best place he knew where to start was Gotham General. There were witnesses there that still needed to be questioned. He would most likely run into the detectives there as well.
James Gordon left the classroom crime scene. He noticed that most of the civilians that were at the scene had already left, except for an impressive amount of reporters. Most of the police presence was already gone too. Except for Officer Bradley. It seemed like she was keeping the media at bay. Gordon was pleased to know that someone decided to take up that job. Wasn't a good task at all but someone had to do it. As soon as Gordon left the building, the Media had started crowding him once more. The man had to push his way to Officer Bradley. The media bombarding him with questions every step of the way.
"Commissioner, when will you give a statement? The public deserves to know what happened here today." One reporter asked, many more questions were asked. Too many to hear or to keep track and answer at that given time.
"Officer Bradley and I must get to Gotham general. You will get your statement. Six, o'clock tonight at the Police Department" Gordon's voice was loud and demanding, the Media he was speaking to seemed to get the message. He'd have to give a statement today it was only expected for an event such as this.
"Officer Bradley, come with me to Gotham General. We need to question those who were injured, and if we're lucky we will be able to question the third suspect."
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Post by Evangelina Bradley on Jul 11, 2015 1:40:48 GMT -5
When the Commissioner says that she's going with him, initially Evangelina is surprised. About the only thing that she can say for herself when it comes to her work is that she's no rookie, but on the other hand she's also no detective. Still, she was one of the first on the scene and one of the primary people who interviewed the witnesses who stayed on the scene - those who were completely unharmed. Well, unharmed physically, anyway. She might as well come along and complete the process. So she nods and says, "Yes, sir!"
Turning to join him, she's silent as they finish passing through the crowd of reporters - who thankfully seem to have noted that the Commissioner is in no mood to negotiate about exactly when the press conference will be and are therefore letting them pass unimpeded. Well, all except for the clicking cameras - they don't seem to care whether or not any statements will be made now, and perhaps a shot of the Commissioner outside of the University will be a good one for Page 1. And unless one of the rogues decides to do something especially nasty during the remainder of the day, this is could easily be the top story for days.
But Evangelina's silence only lasts until they've left the reporters behind and they're presumably out of earshot. "I don't understand this one, sir," she comments, "If their beef was with Daily, why plan to take out a classroom of students? Why not get him on his way to his car after class, when he's more likely to be alone?" Though she keeps that part of her that totally ignores the law carefully under wraps - especially when someone like the Commissioner is around - even in the safest of circumstances even she has her limits. The pointless murder of many young people who had nothing at all to do with anything is definitely not on the list of things that she would do.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2015 0:48:07 GMT -5
Officer Bradley was right, what happened at the university. That didn't make any sense whatsoever. It was common for common street thugs to have it out for cops. But to act on those impulses? Endangering innocent people in the process? Everything about this event just screamed reckless. Gordon didn't like it, he didn't like it one bit. He hated that two police officers were killed in the same day. One is bad enough for morale. But two? A leader in the department and a rookie? It was as if his worst nightmare came to fruition. He didn't know what to do, he didn't know what to tell the families of the deceased.
Gordon pondered the event along with what Officer Bradley said on the way to his vehicle. He would have to do his best to learn all that he could and possibly even aid the detectives on the way. James Gordon, at heart was a detective. Even if it wasn't his job as a commissioner to follow through and preform duties that went this close to a particular case. It was his job to keep Gotham safe. However it was also his job to figure out what happened. He wasn't sure about Evangelina Bradley and her intentions, to him she was still fairly new. There were way too many cops to talk to them all on a regular basis.
Gordon got in his vehicle, turning the keys to the ignition and leaving the parking lot of the university. On the way to the hospital, Gordon still stayed silent for the most part. Until he felt it was best to break that silence.
"Officer Daily was working undercover with a gang called the Mad Dogs most of last year. If what we're looking for at the hospital doesn't show up. Perhaps that's the best call for what we do next." Silence had overtaken him again. Most of the drive was uneventful. Then there it was, Gotham General.
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Post by Evangelina Bradley on Jul 13, 2015 22:38:05 GMT -5
The GCPD today is not the same as it once was. From what Evangelina has heard, back in the day a cop could literally get away with murder. Now? Well, they still probably could, but not nearly so easily. Known corruption in the department is quickly and thoroughly investigated and the appropriate consequences are handed out. But the key word there is 'known' - while the Commissioner's influence is enough to change the culture of acceptance within the department, it's not enough to change the character of the offers he's in charge of. Those who saw nothing wrong with bending or even breaking the law before didn't suddenly change their mind just because their boss changed - they simply started being less obvious about it. And those who weren't good at it got caught and found themselves out of a job, if not in prison.
But Evangelina is good at it, partially because she's quite careful. She doesn't trust other people to keep her secrets, even if she knows theirs, and she otherwise simply has a very good sense of what she can and can't get away with. Not that she's never pushed her luck - she's taken enough risks to put herself in situations that were quite suspicious. But it's only been suspicion, never proof, never anything that she couldn't easily provide an alternate explanation for, and she intends to keep it that way. Besides, she doesn't consider what she does to really be that awful - the crimes that she's paid to ignore are merely a drop in the pond withing the landscape of this city, and if she's a bit more rough than she's supposed to be with the suspects then it only means that she gets more out of them than other cops do. That she enjoys that feeling of control over someone is just a perk.
Of course, that stink of suspicion is probably a part of the reason why she's never made detective, even though she has the years of experience and the desire. Then again, a part of it is some gaps in her skillset - she's really quite good at figuring out people, but figuring out physical evidence is not even remotely her strong suit. Which is, to put it mildly extremely frustrating in cases such as this. She'd really like to know who they're dealing with sooner rather than later.
Figuring that the Commissioner took her questions as rhetorical, she's silent in the car. In fact, she welcomes the time to simply mull things over before they end up right back on the case when they reach the hospital. She's quick to pay attention when he talks, however, and quick enough to comment, "The Mad Dogs? I've heard of them... I think they operate near my regular patrol area in east Gotham." Near... not in... that may end up mattering a lot... With that thought bouncing around in her head, it seems like there's no time at all before the hospital is in front of them.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2015 23:26:19 GMT -5
Gordon stepped out of his car before answering Officer Bradley. Gotham General was the biggest hospital in Gotham City, The staff of the hospital was now looking after the wounded that were subject to the University shooting. If any of them had died, Gordon would have been notified as soon at happened. He hadn't received a call yet, so for him and the integrity of the case it was good that the doctor's of Gotham General had been successful thus far in their task. The third suspect probably wouldn't be ready to speak to the police, even if he did survive. There were eight total injured, seven civilians and the third shooter. Out of the total eight, four were in critical condition. Gordon knew that the first four, victims that hadn't been injured severely would be able to shed some light on the situation.
If he was lucky, the third shooter would be saved so they could question him. He was saved from certain death and would face time in prison. One could wonder how much someone like that could hold onto loyalty. For James Gordon, this case was too much of a doozy to take lightly. Officer Bradley talked to him but was met with silence a lot of the time. The man was just constantly developed in deep thought. He wanted to do everything he could to bring the shooters to justice. On the walk to the front entrance, Gordon realized Bradley asked a question. It was rude of him not to answer. He had just been deep in thought about what was going on.
"I'm sorry, Officer Bradley. Just have a lot on my mind right now. It's been a long afternoon." He apologized quickly before going on about the Mad Dogs. "The Mad Dogs are a medium level street gang. They push drugs. Officer Daily posed as supplier for a while. Once that was operation was finished, 3/4ths of the Mad Dog gang ended up in prison." When they entered the hospital, Gordon wasted no time on getting to the emergency room. Even if the crime happened a considerably good amount of time ago, doctors were still frantically running to patch everyone up. Not many stopped to notice the Commissioners arrival.
"Whose in charge here?" Gordon raised his voice, a nurse managed to catch a glance and ran up to him.
"Commissioner! We didn't see you come in. I'm very sorry. I assume you want to know the status on the wounded?" Gordon nodded.
The nurse glanced at a clip board and began to speak. "The four that are labeled as critical condition are still in surgery. We do not know if any will survive. The four with minor wounds, Elizabeth Heartly, Kevin Doohan, Michael Brown and Lizzy Thalton have had their injuries taken care of. They can be questioned. Heartly is in room 1, Doohan in room 2, Brown in 3 ad Thalton in 4. Is there anything else I can help you with commissioner?"
Gordon shook his head, he then turned to Officer Bradley. "We split up, we cover more ground. You take Thalton and Doohan, I'll cover Brown and Heartly. Understood? We'll meet back here when we're done." Gordon wasn't compltely sure about Officer Bradley quite yet, although he had faith in her that she could complete such a task.
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Post by Evangelina Bradley on Jul 15, 2015 1:30:58 GMT -5
Stepping out of the car as soon as it's parked, Evangelina blinks in surprise at the apology - she'd been so unbothered by the silence that she'd hardly noticed. "It's a hard day for all of us, Commissioner," she says with a nod as she falls in line with him and they head toward the hospital's entrance. She listens thoughtfully as he tells her more about the Mad Dogs. "Hmm, I bet that last quarter of the gang were very unhappy about that," she reflects. Of course, that doesn't necessarily mean that this is even related to that, but its a strong possibility.
When they enter the hospital, she merely follows along and listens as Gordon speaks to the nurse and gets updated. Her lips purse slightly at the fact that those more seriously injured are not yet to a point where they can predict survival - especially in the case of their third shooter - but there's no help for that problem other than patience. She actually finds herself torn between the conflicting hopes that the shooter will die, and the hope that he'll live. Of course, the latter hope includes the fantasy that she'll somehow be able to interrogate him for what he knows and then kill him herself... but she'll begrudgingly admit that it would be helpful to the investigation for him to survive to be questioned so that they'll be able to catch the other two. And as she grows more confident in the fact that it's not a conflict of interest for her to help catch them, she really, really wants to catch them. Or see them die in a police shootout - either/or.
Pulling her thoughts away from such fantasies when she's turned to, she nods at what the Commissioner says. "Sounds like a plan, sir." He certainly doesn't need to worry about her in this particular case - not unless it turns out that she does have a conflict of interest or she somehow ends up alone with one of the suspects, anyway. No matter which side of the line a cop stands on ethics, no cop likes a cop killer.
Deciding to talk to Doohan first, she heads to room two. Interviewing witnesses, even those involved in something as dramatic as a shooting, is really quite routine work for her. The only difference in this case for her is that the witness is not some punk who was probably asking for it and who is reluctant to say anything for fear of retaliation for talking to the police - instead she finds a somewhat frightened young man, trying to be a tough guy, but all too eager to say everything he can remember in the hopes that it will help. Which makes the whole process of interviewing him a piece of cake. Thalton is more difficult, being more distressed by the whole situation and less able to think clearly - but that's nothing new for Evangelina either. Both of their accounts of what happened are fairly in line with the interviews she did earlier - though of course each witness's recollection varies. Some have better memories than others, some misremember but swear that they're right. But if there's a consensus, especially if the witnesses are interviewed separately, then you can be more sure about what the truth is.
When she finishes with Thalton, she heads back to the hallway where the Commissioner said that they'd meet up again. Since the first interview was fast and the second was slow she has no idea whether she'll be back first or not - it really depends on how the interviews with the other two went.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2015 22:17:16 GMT -5
Gordon watched as officer Bradley went to go question Kevin Doohan and Lizzy Thalton. Gordon himself was tasked with questioning the other two mildly wounded. Michael Brown and Elizabeth Heartly. He didn't know what to expect from these two, or if they'd know anything different than the other people that Officer Bradley or the Detectives had already questioned. He'd do his best, he wasn't exactly the detective he used to be. First he set out to speak to Elizabeth Heartly, strolling to her room at a rather slow pace. It was hot, humid and wet because of previous rain in the week. The Commissioner didn't like summer weather, it made it hard to breath, hard to function. Today that wouldn't matter though he had to focus on the task at hand.
With Elizabeth Heartly, she was rather surprised to see the commissioner. She thanked him for checking up on her, he nodded and smiled and began to ask questions. It had turned out that Elizabeth Heartly was fairly vocal about what happened, fairly vocal about everything actually. She enjoyed telling the commissioner about why she was taking the criminal justice class. "My granddaddy was a cop, maybe you knew him?" She asked almost too innocently, Gordon didn't know whether to be slightly offended or just laugh. About the actual shooting, it didn't seem she knew anything different than the others that may have witnessed the crimes. "Thank you for your time, Ma'am." Gordon commented before leaving the room.
He then went to go see Michael Brown, this man almost belittling the commissioner for it being 'his fault' that this happened. The fact that he let officers be gunned down in the street and that his father would have something to say about this. Gordon shook his head, pursuing his true goal to figure out what happened. Michael Brown answered begrudgingly. The only problem was that his story was a near carbon copy of Elizabeth Heartly's story. It was made clear to Gordon that if he wanted to learn more about what happened. He'd need to talk to the more seriously injured, those that were closer to what happened. Who he'd need to talk to the most was the third shooter.
Heartly and Brown were considered dead ends as far as Gordon had concerned. With the talkative Heartly and almost hateful Brown, Officer Bradley seemed to beat Gordon back to their meeting place.
"Officer Bradley... What did you learn?" He asked, hoping that she might have learned something that he didn't.
"I didn't learn anything new, let's hope you had better luck than I did."
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Post by Evangelina Bradley on Jul 16, 2015 23:44:06 GMT -5
Finding the hallway empty, Evangelina finds a spot to lean against the wall and lets her mind wander. It doesn't wander very far - the case is very much on it. It's not that these two new interviews provided much more information, it's that she still finds herself mulling over the same questions that she'd verbalized just before they left to come here. It makes no sense...
Her thoughts are going in circles, and she knows it, so they're easy enough to set aside when the Commissioner joins her. Straightening up at his approach, she frowns slightly at his question. "Not really, sir - a detail here and there for the detectives to mull over, but I don't expect it to amount to anything," she reports, and then her lips purse in clear frustration. It's a pity that real criminals don't generally introduce themselves and explain their motivations in great detail before they commit a crime like they do in the movies. The fact that the primary shooter at least stated that it was revenge for his brother was extremely useful and it's likely to be key to the process of identifying him, but that's about what they have at this point. The rest will probably be old-fashioned detective work.
Unless... Her eyes glance down the hallway, deeper into the hospital, betraying her thoughts. She's not exactly sure where the operating rooms in this hospital are, but they're presumably in that direction and that's where their third shooter is, barely clinging to life, possibly being the best single source of information they will ever have. She's still confident that they won't need him - they have enough evidence that she's sure that the detectives will piece the puzzle together and find their suspects, and not even take that long doing it, but getting it from the third shooter would be much better. More likely to lead to both a capture and conviction of his friends.
"What would you like me to do now, sir?" she asks, finding herself glad that she's in a position to be asking that question instead of the other way around. It absolves her of the responsibility of making the right decision now, while the case is still red hot. But there's a certain edge to her question, a boldness. It's not difficult to tell that she's not silently hoping that she'll be thanked for her help and sent on her way - she wants more to do and she's willing to do anything. A feeling that's actually a bit foreign - usually she has to fake passion for much of her work, but not today. Hell, she'd not complain about doing traffic stops right now if they somehow related to this case.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2015 22:21:12 GMT -5
James Gordon had returned to their agreed meeting spot to see officer Evangelina Bradley already waiting. It was clear that she also didn't get anywhere new. Both of them questioned the non-critical condition wounded. The civilians that weren't close enough to the event to actually see what was going on. There were four others, one of which was the third suspect. A man that could make or break such a case like this. Gordon had faith in his officers. He knew that Detective Young and Detective Davis would be able to do their job. Commissioner Gordon had partnered up with an unlikely partner. A young transfer and an old police commissioner doing work meant for the Detectives was almost a story out of a comic book. The media would surely have a hayday if they found out that the Commissioner was doing leg work with a uniformed patrol officer.
"It hasn't been long since we got our last update, I doubt anything has changed." Gordon stated before pulling his phone from his trench-coat pocket. The leads they would get at the hospital wouldn't amount to much. Not until the third suspect or one of the more wounded victims were able to be questioned. The Commissioner wasn't able to contact Detective Davis or Detective Young before the same nurse from earlier approached him. "Commissioner, I'm so sorry. One of the victims had just passed away. Matt Wilco, age 19. Thankfully the other two wounded civilians managed to make it out of surgery okay. Julie Mendez is awake and ready to be questioned. Dane Marband has slipped into a coma. Your third suspect, Daryl Jenkins was also managed to be saved. However he isn't conscious and cannot be questioned at this time." The nurse then turned away, she was still too busy to stay and chat.
Before saying another word Gordon started searching the room that Miss Mendez was residing in. The nurse must had forgotten to mention it. It was a hectic afternoon for her and the entire hospital staff. "Come on officer Bradley, we must speak to Miss Mendez." Gordon said before finally finding room #7, where the surviving victim was resting. The Commissioner knocked on the door before entering. The man approached the foot of the bed. "Good afternoon miss Mendez, I am Gotham City Police Commissioner James Gordon and this is Officer Evangelina Bradley. Would you mind telling us what happened?" Gordon finished, waiting for the victim to answer.
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Post by Evangelina Bradley on Jul 29, 2015 0:10:42 GMT -5
Nodding her agreement, Evangelina has to fight off a wave of restlessness in order to maintain her patience as Gordon pulls out his phone. She hates having to wait for things to happen when she's in the middle of something, though of course there really isn't anything she can do about that. Fortunately there's a reprieve - the nurse approaches with news. Frowning upon hearing that another of the victims died, at least the rest of the news isn't so bad. One more witness to question, and one close to the action at that, while the other two are perhaps one step closer - she'd judge a coma to be a bit better than to be in the midst of a life-saving surgery, though on the other hand that's not helpful for questioning someone. Their third suspect is more important, and more likely to be able to be questioned later, which is definitely a good thing.
But first, Miss Mendez. "Yes sir," she agrees as she follows the Commissioner. After a little looking, they find the room. The young woman inside certainly looks worse for the wear - as the nurse said, she's awake, but she's also had kind of a rough day. She'd been hit squarely in the abdomen by a bullet, but it was a nice, clean in-and-out wound as far as such things go - a pretty straightforward case for a surgeon all too familiar with bullet injuries. Looking a little bit bleary-eyed thanks to all the drugs still in her system after the surgery and the pain medication, she nevertheless looks over immediately at the officers entering the room.
"Hello," she replies, revealing a slight Spanish accent, but only just noticeable. "Um, I'll try - it's hard to think," she gives out as a disclaimer, but then she adds, "I was early to class, about five minutes, only a few people were there. But there were some guys in the back I didn't recognize, but they were just sitting there so I thought it wasn't important. So sat down and looked at my notes, so I wasn't really paying attention, but the other students came in - a lot of them usually show up at the last minute. I said hello to some of them, but I kept studying. I didn't really look up until Sergeant Daily came in to start class. But he didn't like the guys in the back, and when he started talking to them one of them said that he was angry about his brother getting caught by the sergeant and then he shot him."
She pauses, swallowing thickly, obviously quite distressed about that, and the rest of her story for that matter, but she manages to mostly contain herself and forces herself to finish, "I was scared so I got up to run, but another one shot me and I fell over into the aisle between the desks. I couldn't see what happened after that very well - the desks were in the way - but there were a lot of shots and then they stopped. I tried to get up, but someone told me it was over and to wait for the ambulance, so I did because I was hurt a lot."
While the young woman is speaking, Evangelina moves to lean against the wall, not wanting to make the girl have two officers standing over her. She can hear and see everything just as well while making herself seem that much less obtrusive. The story causes her face to shift into a deeply pensive expression - so far it sounds much too similar to what the other witnesses have already said - they need new information, though of course there's always the hope that she'll be able to answer some of the questions that the others couldn't. She's not very quick to jump right into them, however - mostly because the Commissioner is the one already talking to Miss Mendez and it's probably best to start slow since the young woman is so freshly out of surgery. Getting shot is a bitch - she knows that first hand, though she was luckier than Miss Mendez. Bullet wounds are all about location.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2015 15:19:02 GMT -5
Hearing the story of Julie Mendez was more painful for Commissioner Gordon than the other stories the better of witnesses told. Albeit similar to earlier stories, it pained him that someone could do such a thing as open fire on a class full of students. Young men and women just trying to learn, trying to make something of their lives by trying to get their education. Julio Montez, a young first year GCPD officer was also killed. His career ended before it even began. Sergeant Frank Daily was herald as a hero in the newspaper, he was a decorated officer, although he still went before his time. The facts angered Gordon, today too much needless violence occurred in a city he swore to protect. The police commissioner was enveloped by thought, however he still listened to everything Julie Mendez had to say carefully. When it seemed the young woman said everything she had to see about what she saw, it was time for questions.
"You didn't see the shooters enter the classroom?" Gordon asked, it was most likely that the three suspects had arrived before anyone else. Fairly determined to carry out their task. Why they would want to show up to a Law Enforcement class that had been going on for weeks and appear so out of place? That question would need to be answered. These men were sloppy. They waited for Sergeant Daily to arrive first, this gave them away. Although Daily didn't have any room to act, it was then the entire class was notified. They left survivors, a fortunate mistake. Even if Miss Mendez didn't see what could be attributed as the missing link, her testimony was still good. "Did you manage to catch what they were wearing? What they looked like? I know its hard to remember but please, try your hardest to remember." He asked another question, what they were wearing or what they may have looked like could be important to the case. Any minute detail would help. Gordon and the GCPD only had a small amount of time before the shooters attempted to leave town.
"Did the three men say anything before Sergeant Daily entered the room?" The commissioner asked the questions that may have seemed the most important, to him anyway.
"I appreciate you doing your best to try and remember,after you answer my questions, please answer Officer Bradley's questions. Then we will get out of your hair, I promise." Gordon smiled softly. He did his very best to seem like a nice police officer trying to solve a crime for the benefit of society.
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