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Hadouken


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PostPosted: Fri Sep 12, 2008 3:57 pm    Post subject: The Missionary  Reply with quote

working on a story just now, I will post my progress,

the first few entries will only be a sort of synopsis.
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Hadouken


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PostPosted: Fri Sep 12, 2008 3:57 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Berlin, Germany, 1990, Pankow district:
In a ruined and derelict synagogue, a demolition crew discover skeletal human remains under some disturbed flagstones. As grisly as this find is, it’s still fairly ordinary in Berlin, even almost half a century after the end of World War 2. With almost constant bombing throughout the war, and the bloody hand-to-hand fighting between the Volkstuurm (citizen combat volunteers...), the remains of Hitler’s Armies and the invading Soviet forces, the mortality rate for all involved was high. Not all who fell received proper burials during those last bloody days. Most lay where they fell, to be covered with the detritus and rubble of war, only to surface again, usually disturbed by construction crews. Still, the police are called in, and work stops while detectives and forensics examine the scene. Lead Detective Caleb Muller and his partner Hans Brecht are two overworked cops coming to terms with a changing world, and an increased jurisdiction and workload. Until the previous year, 1989, their ‘beat’ had been West Berlin, a tiny enclave in a sea of communism. Since 1961 the city had been divided by the infamous Berlin Wall, constructed by the Russian-sponsored East German Communist government, dividing the city in two. In 1989 the wall had been destroyed in a popular citizens uprising, providing the catalyst as well as the metaphor for the crumble of European communism. Now, a year later, there was no ‘East’ or ‘West’ Berlin, no ‘East’ or ‘West’ Germany, but unification had brought not only freedom for some, but also its own problems for authorities; in addition to the new legislation that had to be learned and implemented by the city police, the collapse of the Wall had also brought a flood of East Berliners, all eager to embrace capitalism and it’s vices denied to them under decades of the communists’ totalitarian regime. Drugs, and the money to buy them, were in great demand by the new Berliners, and the associated crime levels were up exponentially.
It is against this tableau that Muller and Brecht work, and after a cursory examination of the scene and remains, they conclude that the skeleton is a victim of war; either a fallen combatant or a victim of one of the many roving execution squads. The Bullet hole in the skull seems to conform this, as does the bullet, still lodged in the cranium, they release the body from the scene into the custody of the city Pathologist for post-mortem.
In the face of more urgent demands on their time and resources, Muller makes a brief report of his findings, and forgets about it...
...Until a week later, when the city pathologist calls to inform him that the skeleton is older than first supposed, about 150 years old, and that he, the Pathologist, would be grateful if Muller and Brecht could ‘do some of that detective shit...’ and ascertain why a 150 year old murder victims’ cause of death was being shot in the head by a very modern bullet, from a very modern handgun. The slug even had silencer marks. Despite this glaring anomaly, there’s no way for Muller to take the case any further forward; in 1990 there was no DNA testing, pathology and forensic techniques were less advanced, and there was no European or Worldwide database to compare the bullets’ characteristics with others. Also, in the bureaucratic chaos that marked the birth of a new city and nation, the police had more pressing matters to attend to, and it was this avalanche of paper and adverse circumstances that the case was buried: a curiosity, soon forgotten and left to gather dust in some anonymous Berlin repository.
Until...

The South of Ayrshire Coast, Scotland, 2010, Crossraguel Abbey:

A man in his late fifties, expensively dressed but dishevelled, slowly rises to consciousness, to find himself bound hand and foot and lying on the stone altar of a roofless ruin of a medieval Christian Church. It’s night-time, winter-cold, and as his eyes adjust to the darkness he can see that he’s not alone; his captor sits against the rough stone wall, watching him quietly, his face obscured by the dark shadows thrown by the cold light of the full moon. In his hand is a silenced pistol. The man rises and walks towards his captive, raising the pistol to aim at his victims’ head, who now tries to scrabble away desperately, his begging, unintelligible screams echoing in the darkness.
Only the gunman’s lips can be seen in the shadows, and they move, muttering some indistinct prayer or incantation.
The gun fires once into the screaming mans’ head, a soft cough in the cold night air, punctuating the sudden silence as the victim dies.
With the still smoking gun in his hand, the killer steps out of the darkness and his face becomes visible.
Shockingly, he is a pleasant-looking man in his 40’s, and his face, in stark contradiction to his brutal actions, is set in an attitude of deep regret and compassion, a tear, glittering in the icy air, running down his cheek.
He pockets the gun and leans over the corpse. With a quiet and sincere ‘Amen’, he brushes back the dead mans’ hair, closes his eyes with his fingers, and walks away into the shadows once more...
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PostPosted: Fri Sep 12, 2008 9:07 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Crossraguel Abbey on the South Ayrshire coast in Scotland is, to coin a phrase, ‘a mystery wrapped up in an enigma...’.
The area is steeped in millennia-old traditions and tales of pagan-worship, piracy and smuggling, with a local populace known for their disdain for ‘authority’, in whatever form it would take.
The Abbey itself, hundreds of years old, was once the seat of an order of Catholic monks, the Cluniacs, and was built, like so many medieval churches, on the site of pagan places of worship and, on some occasions, sacrifice.
Now a preserved ruin, the Abbey is a sometime tourist site, although mostly overlooked. On a typically quiet morning, the site custodian discovers the bound body and shakily calls the police.
Responding to call is Detective Sergeant Liam Duncan, a forty-something officer with over twenty years service. At one time a gifted and instinctive copper, he’s now bitter and disillusioned with the job, and a victim himself, to the bottle and the occasional joint. Exiled into the wilds of Ayrshire some years before, to count the minutes until his retirement, it was an unusual, not to say welcome, change to get ‘the shout’ for a murder, and he attempts some kind of short term redemption by going by the book and employing a long-forgotten thoroughness to his efforts.
His superiors, and peers, watch in amusement as he applies himself to the case, most thinking and hoping he’ll fail.
The results of the post-mortem and attempts to ID the corpse are inconclusive; there are no matches to the corpses DNA or fingerprints, except an indication that the deceased is, genetically at least, of Eastern European origin, possibly Polish. However the bullet, when ran through an Interpol ballistics database, is matched to an unsolved murder in Berlin, Germany, twenty years before.
This information, sprse though it is, indicates to Duncan’s’ superiors that the victim is probably the victim of some internecine strife between some of the many Eastern European gangs now in the UK. With the victim possibly being an underworld figure, and not a British national, the Scottish police shift de-prioritise the case, and Duncan is on his own to try and find the killer.
His first point of contact is with the German Federal Police Headquarters in Berlin, to be told that Muller is now retired from the force, and working as a freelance security consultant, although Duncan would be welcome to go over to Berlin and view the little evidence there was, He is also given contact details for Muller.
Duncan, as eager to leave the office as his superiors are to see him go, flies to Berlin the next day.
Given a polite but reserved welcome from the Berlin police, he is taken to the evidentiary archive to view the case files and evidence for himself, and sitting in a booth, his hands in white glovesm he opens the box set in front of him.
He starts in surprise. As well as the faded twenty year old case file and the bullet, the skull and some bones are also there, encased in sealed bags.
However, the files, being in German, are incomprehensible to Duncan, and he leaves, with photocopies of all the paperwork to be translated later.
Once at his hotel, and enjoying the mini-bar at the taxpayers’ expense, he receives a call from Muller, who’d been informed of the Scottish policeman’s interest in the case by a friend at HQ. Realising that Duncan is unaware of the unusual aspects of the Berlin case, Muller arranges to meet Duncan, and translate the case files for him.
Muller has remained curious about the case over the years, and is eager to see what has brought Duncan to Berlin, and to his old unsolved case.
They meet, and quickly discover that there is far more this case than meets the eye, discovering what should be impossibilities in terms of discrepancies in their two cases.
They also see a link between the fact that both bodies were found in of worship, albeit of different faiths and in different countries, which leads them to search other unsolved cases worldwide, where a body has been found in a church, synagogue, or Moslem temple. They agree to work together to track down the killer...
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PostPosted: Sat Sep 13, 2008 9:24 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

very nice young man


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