Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160821183505/@comment-3293219-20160823091246

"I think Shiv's right... They don't look, tameable." McGill grumbled, looking into their eyes.

"They look diseased as well."

Wilkes found a cigarette lighter, that had been used a few times, still, it might have some oil in it.

As he searched, McGill stepped over to the terminal, sometimes they had safe control or door control linked to them, though he doubted it. Sometimes they made for good reading material...

The only option was for a diary, McGill opened it and took a gander...

''October 12th 2077

Had a client come in today, big guy, balding head, wore an incredibly sweaty white shirt with a neck tie that was half way down his gut. He came into the room and thumped the table, demanding that I look into his case. Normally I'd turn the whackjob away but he offered quite a generous reward for my efforts.

Apparently his prized gnome, the name of which I cannot recall, though I'm sure it's Diezel or something... anyway, it was nabbed in the night. He claims that it was there when he went to sleep but had vanished by the time he woke up, he suspects his neighbour Benjamin of stealing it. Guess I'll go around and ask him...

October 13th 2077

Went to Benjamin's today, he's the culprit, no question. He just stood there with a big, dumb ass smile on, shaking his head and constantly denying his involvement. This guy wouldn't crack though, hell, during my days on the force, I interrogated all kinds of scumbags but none of them were as immune to interrogation as he was. I told him I'd be watching him and I left, looks like I'll have to catch him in the act.

October 15th 2077

I did a stakeout, which was a complete waste of time. He left the house for three hours in the morning and came back with an envelope in his hands, wonder if it's connected... Probably not.

October 16th 2077

Frank burst into my office this morning, waving a piece of paper in my face. When he calmed down I took a look at it, after wiping the boiling hot coffee off of my pants. Denzel the gnome... Urgh, can't believe I'm calling it that... Anyway, the photo showed Denzel at CommonGround Golf Course, next to the first hole on the course. This would actually be pretty funny if I didn't have to chase the timewasting douchebag around to get it back! I assured Frank that I'd find his gnome, hopefully I'd catch Benjamin in the act.

October 18th 2077

Apparently more photos have come through Frank's letterbox, one at the zoo and one at a park. Denzel isn't at those locations as Frank has hurried on down to each one. Frank yelled in my face for the best part of an hour, an hour that I could have spent looking for his garden gnome. Though, I'm not going to lie, I really don't know what to do at this point... I told Frank that if we don't satisfy Benjamin's childish need for a reaction, he might just give it back out of boredom.

October 20th 2077

Oh my God, I swear, I've never seen anyone obsess over something so stupid in all of my life. I get a phone call every two hours as Frank is doing a permanent stakeout on Benjamin, of course, he lets Benjamin know that he's watching him. Seriously, this is ridiculous! I suggested that Frank get a new gnome, which sent him into a frenzy. He gave me a long lesson on how valuable those gnomes are and how he'd have to get it imported from Spain. Part of me just wants to go out and buy him a new one, just to shut him up but there's only one Denzel, he says. Urgh... I'm going to Vegas once all of this is over...

October 25th 2077

Frank came into my office, demanding that I arrest Benjamin, I asked him to calm down and to tell me what was wrong, to which he gave me a holotape. On the tape was a gunshot and the sound of shattering ceramics, followed by Benjamin's laughter. Frank then dumped what was left of the gnome on my desk and demanded that I arrested Benjamin for murder. I told him that you can't murder an inanimate object, though Frank could file a report against Benjamin for Harrassment and for theft and damage of his private property. He didn't like that but he took my advice, I gave him Paul's number, I hope he doesn't mention to Paul that I referred him...

October 26th 2077

Taking a long needed vacation, by this time tomorrow I'll be in Vegas baby! Thanks for the $1000 upfront, Frank!''

McGill shrugged, shaking his head with a sigh as he turned the terminal off and began to pocket the alluminum can as well as the tin can. Every little helped...

He opened the draw of the desk, to reveal an old pre war police pistol, with a box of six rounds. The Gambler took it out and held it up, opening it to see that it was fully loaded.

"Nice..."