05-02-2016, 11:21 PM
Cyborg followed the man that later identified himself as Sergeant Watson into the office area of the EPD station.
"Around that corner over there is the armory where all the Stormtroopers keep their gear and such, normally we'd go there and get you outfitted but clearly you don't need the equipment" Watson said chuckling as he looked Cyborg up and down. Watson sat down at desk with a computer terminal and motioned for Cyborg to come closer.
"Alright, so we have a Prime that's been causing us lots of grief as I said before. No one knows much about this guy, all of the troopers that come back but we know its the same prime committing the murders."
"How do you know?"
Watson paused a moment, a grim look appearing on his face.
"Who ever this prime is, he is very precise with his kills. The bodies are always found cleanly cut. Most missing an arm or a leg." Watson said running his hand through his grayed hair. His positive nature seemed to vanish as he debriefed the limited information that they had. Concern etched itself across the Sergeant's face as he stared at the paragraph that displayed on the screen.
"Some of the other random crooks dubbed this guy ' The Terminator', other than that we've got no other name and no idea what he looks like. From what we can tell he is just another Merc, but a damn good one. He's already killed over twenty of my men." Watson looked Cyborg in the for the first time since sitting down. The burning rage and sorrow the man felt for his fallen men brought a newfound determination to bring this guy down.
"Sergeant, I'm going to do every thing I can to bring this guy down." Cyborg said with finality in his voice. Watson nodded as he looked back towards the screen.
"Good, tell you the truth, my guys are afraid to go after him. With good reason too. Do whatever needs to be done to catch this guy, and I mean anything, understand?" Watson said as he stared at Cyborg with an intensity he had never experienced before.
" Yes sir"
"Good"
Watson logged off the computer and stood.
"Need anything from me?"
"Actually Sir, do mind if I have a word with Maxwell?"
"Maxy? What the hell do you want him for, he's just a petty thief. A cruddy one at that" Watson said laughing and shaking his head slightly as he thought of the man in holding.
"Be that as it may Sir, he's still apart of the criminal community. He may have heard of some sort of gossip about this guy. Least of all it'll point me in the direction I need to go"
"Mmm good thinking, I still don't think you'll get much out of him, but its worth a shot" Watson said with a shrug. " I'll show you to the interrogation rooms and you can have your little with ol' Maxy" Watson patted Cyborg on the shoulder as they made there way from the room.
"Around that corner over there is the armory where all the Stormtroopers keep their gear and such, normally we'd go there and get you outfitted but clearly you don't need the equipment" Watson said chuckling as he looked Cyborg up and down. Watson sat down at desk with a computer terminal and motioned for Cyborg to come closer.
"Alright, so we have a Prime that's been causing us lots of grief as I said before. No one knows much about this guy, all of the troopers that come back but we know its the same prime committing the murders."
"How do you know?"
Watson paused a moment, a grim look appearing on his face.
"Who ever this prime is, he is very precise with his kills. The bodies are always found cleanly cut. Most missing an arm or a leg." Watson said running his hand through his grayed hair. His positive nature seemed to vanish as he debriefed the limited information that they had. Concern etched itself across the Sergeant's face as he stared at the paragraph that displayed on the screen.
"Some of the other random crooks dubbed this guy ' The Terminator', other than that we've got no other name and no idea what he looks like. From what we can tell he is just another Merc, but a damn good one. He's already killed over twenty of my men." Watson looked Cyborg in the for the first time since sitting down. The burning rage and sorrow the man felt for his fallen men brought a newfound determination to bring this guy down.
"Sergeant, I'm going to do every thing I can to bring this guy down." Cyborg said with finality in his voice. Watson nodded as he looked back towards the screen.
"Good, tell you the truth, my guys are afraid to go after him. With good reason too. Do whatever needs to be done to catch this guy, and I mean anything, understand?" Watson said as he stared at Cyborg with an intensity he had never experienced before.
" Yes sir"
"Good"
Watson logged off the computer and stood.
"Need anything from me?"
"Actually Sir, do mind if I have a word with Maxwell?"
"Maxy? What the hell do you want him for, he's just a petty thief. A cruddy one at that" Watson said laughing and shaking his head slightly as he thought of the man in holding.
"Be that as it may Sir, he's still apart of the criminal community. He may have heard of some sort of gossip about this guy. Least of all it'll point me in the direction I need to go"
"Mmm good thinking, I still don't think you'll get much out of him, but its worth a shot" Watson said with a shrug. " I'll show you to the interrogation rooms and you can have your little with ol' Maxy" Watson patted Cyborg on the shoulder as they made there way from the room.