<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=313762.msg15325374#msg15325374">Quote from: Callie Del Noire on 21-03-2020, 20:14:38</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Name:</strong> Wallace Aiden Burthold-Campbell aka Sibohan<br/><br/>"Actually Captain, we're here about your man, Sgt. Edward Wilder." She said back to the Captain as he turned away. "I'm Captain Campbell, with the British Army Intelligence, this is Captain Gordon Briggs, he's a yank like you, and is the lead for the investigation into Sgt. Wilder's murder." She looked around, taking in the hangar and considered what to do next. Let Gordon take charge, as expected of a woman of rank; or perhaps be a bit of a 'bitch' and show her chops since it might be that she could remain a she for a quite a long time. </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/6AC2CnLm.png)</div>"Ah. Yes. A sad story, we're all in mourning."<br/><br/>Four soldier with their shirts off seem to be playing basketball in a corner of the hanger.<br/><br/>"The 213th made it through the war without a single casualty. Not one. And now days after the war, Sgt Wilder. Eddie. Shot in the streets by a Communist! The poor kid, he was just about to muster home. And him with a fiancee and all. You can never trust a German. I tell my boys that. Hey boys, what do I always tell you?"<br/><br/>"Cash is king!" Three or four yell it in as close to unison as imaginable.<br/><br/>"Well, it's one of the things I tell them. The men can't be expected to remember them all, it's been a long war."<br/><br/>He pulls a gold cigarette case from his short pocket and opens it to reveal long English cigarettes with a fancy tobacconist's mark. Robert Lewis, whose shop on St James is a common pilgrimage to discerning British smokers.<br/><br/>"I'm Al Bidwell. Care for a cigarette?"<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=313762.msg15325374#msg15325374">Quote from: Callie Del Noire on 21-03-2020, 20:14:38</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Name:</strong> Wallace Aiden Burthold-Campbell aka Sibohan<br/>"So we aren't here to ask for things.. though I won't lie, you shoot that piano to my mum, she'd be right happy with the US Army." She said with a cheerful smile. "Still, we just have a few questions and a glance at Sgt. Wilder's kit and perhaps a few words with his squads?" She said as she stepped back to let Gordon do the follow up punch, since he was definitely the most sociable of the team.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=313762.msg15327918#msg15327918">Quote from: Metraxa on 23-03-2020, 06:54:23</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Name:</strong> Gordon Briggs<br/>"Of course I'm sure you're on a deadline, we'll do our best to make this as quick and painless as possible," Gordon assured him as he picked up for Siobhan. "At the very least we'd like to speak to Wilder's squad mates, and have a look at the unit records regarding recent activities. But if you have a moment or two to spare to talk about it in person, that would be appreciated." Hard to say how much they would get out of this, so best to focus on the essentials, and then expand outwards from there if the opportunity presented itself. <br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"No piano here, Captain." Over his shoulder you can see that the men are stenciling the words "<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">Automotive Parts</span>" on the crate.<br/><br/>"But sure, we have nothing to hide here. Everything's an open book in the 213rd."<br/><br/>"Sgt Ortega!"<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/0MkQ87em.jpg)</div>A man who has been sitting, pouring over ledgers, looks up. Behind him is an air movements board covered in chalked in numerals. Conspicuously he is the only person engaged in something that looks like legitimate work.<br/><br/>"Don't just sit there, come over here, Sgt. These officers need to see Sgt Wilder's quarters. Take them to the NCO barracks."<br/><br/>Ortega's head sinks, then raises. He snaps off a salute to Bidwell so perfectly crisp it is certainly inspired by insubordination.<br/><br/>Heading back to his desk Ortega grabs a set of keys, puts on his tunic and forage cap from the coat-hanger and after he tugs down on the jacket, walks out into the Berlin air. You can see a healthy number of medals on his uniform -- there isn't a Congressional Medal of Honor, but there's a Bronze Star and a Purple Heart. So he did something heroic during the war, and was wounded.<br/><br/>"It's a long walk. I'll drive your jeep if you want, sir."<br/><br/>The hangar is on the flight-line, although at one end of it. (Whether he drives or not) The NCO barracks are a distance away. Long, low, three stories high.<br/><br/>Wilder's room is in the middle of the hall, neither the farthest nor the closest to the showers and lavatories.<br/><br/>Ortega fumbles with a key ring, tries two, and gets it on the third. The lock clicks and the door swings open. Ortega steps back to allow you entry.<br/><br/>It's a standard room. Small cot, grey blankets not-quite-neatly folded. There's a barracks box under the bed and two pairs of well-shone boots, as well as a battered pair of canvas high-tops. The wardrobe contains spare uniforms. The dresser has a picture of Eddy in uniform with a young woman in a flower print dress standing in the circle of his arms. Both look stiff and uncomfortable. The drawers contain the usual collection of shaving and toiletry items, socks and underwear.<br/><br/>[ooc]You can certainly talk to Ortega, search the room, check the dresser or wardrobe or the barracks box. No need for Tests yet.<br/><br/>And our Sgt Ortega certainly doesn't have a beard, but thank you Michael Pena for standing in for him on short notice. [/ooc]<br/><br/><br/><br/>