Witness Protection [Rayne & uwanna69]
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				Title: <strong>Witness Protection [Rayne &amp; uwanna69]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rayne</strong> on <strong>26-06-2011, 03:41:02</strong>
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				<strong>”See you tomorrow Lyn.”</strong> A woman walked past her desk, smiling and waving as she headed for the elevator.<br><br><strong>”Bye Sheri.”</strong> The young woman returned the farewell, glancing up from her computer to give a brief smile before returning to her work. So much work… how had she ended up being the one to put her late boss’s work in order? Shouldn’t there be… well actual employees assigned to these cases? She was a real employee of course, but an assistant. She only knew enough about insurance to do the work she needed to do helping her boss. She was in way over her head with this stuff… but then again she’d been in way over her head since her boss was killed a week ago. She’d seen it… the murder. The cops thought it had been a mugging, or that’s what she kept hearing. But from what she’d seen… it certainly hadn’t seemed that way. The men seemed like they’d been waiting for him, at his car in the parking garage. Two of them, professional looking. They’d started talking to him. She’d been too far away to really hear… but not see. They’d shot him, several times, and she’d almost screamed. She had thought she’d covered her mouth in time… but they’d looked up, and even though she was hidden behind a pillar, she thought they saw her.<br><br>They hadn’t come after her, though. They’d taken off, and she’d called the cops then fled too… too afraid to really think clearly. She’d been terrified. At first, terrified over seeing her boss killed, but then she’d gotten scared about herself. She wasn’t some normal girl that just blended in a crowd after all.&nbsp; Anthros weren’t rare in the world… but they weren’t exactly normal, either. She looked like a normal woman, five foot five, not model thin but fit, with an hour glass figure. Bright blue eyes, a warm smile… and black and white spotted cow ears. Oh and a tail, a thin speckled one… and her breasts were well… huge. Her long hair was even a snowy white to match the color of her ears. A minotaur girl, though not really, since that was just mythology. But it certainly made her stand out. She’d been terrified ever since that night. But it had been a week. <br><br>She hadn’t been sure about staying late, she’d avoided it for most of the week, but this work had to get done, and nothing had happened so far. Still… time definitely got away from her. Before she knew it, it was almost ten, and she was the only one in the office. <strong>”Great.”</strong> She mutters to herself, sighing as she pushed back from her desk and got up, turning her computer off as she started to put some last papers in her purse. <br><br>Ten minutes later, she was down in the parking garage, heading for her car. The lights were all on and rather bright, but she still felt nervous as she headed to her car.
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				Post by: <strong>IanCraves</strong> on <strong>26-06-2011, 07:50:26</strong>
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				The desk was covered with various files, strewn about the desk after being culled over all afternoon, as Scott lay back in the chair pouring over the contents of a file with his leg up on the corner.&nbsp; His blue eyes were bloodshot from all the reading but he continued even after many of the detectives had already left for the day.<br><br>Scott's feet were suddenly thrown from the desk <strong>"What the hell are you thinking, telling the forensics department to work all night for you?"</strong> the Lieutenant barked as he loomed closer to the Detective.&nbsp; <strong>"You know that we identified this case yesterday as a random mugging with no leads so why are you wasting valuable resources?"</strong><br><br>Scott sat up from his chair calmly and tossed the file in his hand to the desk, mixing it in with the others.&nbsp; His 6' 2" frame looming over the Lieutenant not only because of his height but also his muscular build.&nbsp; He tried to retain his former military discipline but he found his case load often to be too great to fit in the weight training and kenpo he had enjoyed as an outlet for the stress.<br><br><strong>"Lieutenant, you know that there is something not right with this case?!&nbsp; Someone saw this and called it in to 911.&nbsp; Why they can't seem to pull the caller ID or the recording is beyond me but we interviewed the operator that took the call and she said it was clear that the caller was female and that she was very afraid.&nbsp; Also, no one has ever been robbed and then been shot with such precision have they?"</strong>, not even waiting for an answer to his question, more of a statement really.&nbsp; <strong>"I just can't let this go as a random mugging.&nbsp; Just give me 48 hours to keep digging and see if I can come up with more?"</strong><br><br>The Lieutenant looked frustrated, glaring at the files on the desk and sighed <strong>"Fine, only 48 hours then you let this go"</strong> as Scott grabbed his jacket and headed for the door he heard the last order tossed at him, <strong>"... but call me if you find anything."</strong><br><br>Scott Barrett had a plan and hoped that 48 hours would be enough.&nbsp; He intended to head to the Insurance company: go over the parking garage again tonight for anything missed, visit the security office and see if he could glean any pattern from the security videos, talk to anyone he could at the company that would talk and shake any other trees he could fine until something fell out of them.
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				Post by: <strong>Rayne</strong> on <strong>26-06-2011, 08:20:14</strong>
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				Lyn’s high heel shoes clicked with each step, her tight black skirt hugging her hips like her white blouse seemed stretched over her chest. Lyn really wished she hadn’t left so late… as she walked through the parking garage there seemed to be only a handful of cars left, one or two here or there, probably belonging to cleaning and security. She should have asked security for an escort… but she had always hated causing trouble for others. Maybe that was part of why she hadn’t spoken up. Cops had asked around the office, but she’d kept her head down. She was just afraid if she stepped forward then she’d really get targeted. Maybe if these guys thought she’d keep her mouth shut, they’d leave her alone…<br><br>She was thinking that right as she came around the corner, saw the man at her car. The familiar black suit. She didn’t even have to look to know there was a gun. Her eyes met his- then she spun and started to run. The elevators! She tripped and stumbled, cursing as she kicked off her heels, losing precious seconds, before she sprinted for the elevator as fast as she could. She heard the gun go off behind her and flinched, but kept running, hearing his footsteps coming after her. <br><br>But she’d been far enough away. She reached the elevator and slammed her hand on the button. The doors dinged, and opened. Luckily with the place so empty at least the elevator hadn’t left since she’d taken it. It probably saved her life. Lyn dodged into the elevator, screaming as another gunshot hit right behind her, making her recoil again and press to the wall. She hit the button for the doors to shut, and when they went too slow for her taste kept hitting it till it finally closed. A slam as the man hit the outside doors, making her jump… but they were closed and she was headed for the lobby now. The lobby, the security guard, safety. At least for now.<br><br>She sighed in relief, her face ashen as she felt like she was going to faint. She leaned back against the wall, shut her eyes and pulled in several deep, shaking breaths before the doors opened again. Pushing from the wall, she stumbled from the elevator and looked around for the security guard who should be sitting behind the front desk at this hour. <br><br>Meanwhile, as for the man she’d encountered, by the time police or help arrived to check out the garage, he’d be long gone, knowing he missed his chance, at least for now. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Witness Protection [Rayne &amp; uwanna69]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IanCraves</strong> on <strong>26-06-2011, 16:03:46</strong>
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				Scott arrived quickly at the offices of the Insurance company which his victim formerly worked at.&nbsp; It was a tall, modern and somewhat out of place looking building for this block and rose many stories above the surrounding buildings with several levels of underground parking which he had pulled into, pressing the call button and letting the Security desk know who he was and that he would going to look around the parking garage one more time and then head up to see them.&nbsp; He had recently received an new unmarked cruiser from the Department thanks to all the seized drug money from the area: a 2010 Camaro, decked out with all the finest trimmings and tech that drug escrow money could buy.<br><br>Scott pulled up to the area where the incident had occurred.&nbsp; The garage was still poorly lit for this time of the evening, something which the police had advised the building management to work on in light of the recent event.&nbsp; It was clear the incident had received a lower priority as of now since all the tape marking off the area had been cleaned up and there were several cars parked in nearby stalls.&nbsp; <strong>"Damn."</strong> Scott muttered into his steering wheel while striking it with his hand, <strong>"not really likely any evidence is still here now..."</strong> and he trailed off with some other random thought.<br><br>He parked in the visitors area, decided to pass on even wasting another minute walking the crime scene again and pressed the button to head up to the Lobby.&nbsp; The Duty Officer met him at the parking garage elevators, located around the backside of the main elevator banks that serviced the upper floors of the building.&nbsp; <strong>"Duty Officer Smith, good to see you again.&nbsp; I'm not sure what else we can do for you though, we already provided all the footage we had of the night in question to your forensics technicians."</strong>&nbsp; Scott reached out his hand and gave the man a firm shake to show his appreciation but gripping hard enough to let him know that the man was going to help him further, <strong>"Yes, I know that, but our system can't correlate all the footage on multiple screens at the same time so I'd like to review it one more time with your system so that I can see all the different screens at one time.&nbsp; You guys really need to add more camera coverage to those parking levels - only covering the exits and elevator banks really isn't much to work with."</strong><br><br>As radio sounds burst into the lobby, coming from the Duty Officer's radio on his belt <strong>"Sir, we have shots fired... uh... from what sounds like the parking garage.&nbsp; There is a woman now at the P4 elevator bank and she looks like she is in trouble... "</strong> As the two men stared at each other for a moment, listening for any other sounds related to the incident, Scott grabbed the radio from the belt <strong>"Where is she headed?"</strong> After a few moments, <strong>"Shit! Someone is shooting at her!&nbsp; Uh... Lobby...&nbsp; She's coming up to the Lobby."</strong>&nbsp; Scott handed the radio back and barked "Look down those Parking entrances now!" and drew his side arm, a H&amp;K USP .45, stepping slightly to the side of the only moving elevator door and waited, anxiously watching the floor indicators to come to him.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Rayne</strong> on <strong>26-06-2011, 18:18:12</strong>
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				The man down in the garage cursed at the closed elevator doors, his gaze for a moment flitting to the staircase nearby before he turned and ran, fleeing the scene. His car was back near Lyn’s, a black town car, which he quickly got into before driving off, wheels squealing as he tore out of there. While the detective had given the order to shut down the parking entrances, he was dealing with simple building security officers. Officers who had never had something like this happen before, and were just a few moments slow on the uptake. Slow enough to give the man time to escape, right before the doors closed behind him.<br><br>Back on the lobby floor… the elevator doors were just dinging open, having reached their destination. Lyn stumbled out, barefoot, a clear look of fright on her pale face and looked around. Another gun! She saw the man standing just outside, waiting for her, and … well freaked, screaming again as she fled back into the elevator. Adrenaline and fear racing through her, she didn’t really take in the details, like his uniform, or the security guard standing with him... right then the elevator just seemed like the safest place, a big metal box to stop people from shooting her. Oh why hadn’t she come forward about seeing the murder? Or better yet, why had she had to witness it in the first place? She was just a normal woman, she wasn’t made to deal with this. She got shaken up for days from just a small car accident, she couldn’t deal with being shot at! In fact, she was so shaken up she completely forgot to even shut the elevator doors… she was just standing pressed to the corner, shaking as she hoped… what, for this all to go away? She wasn’t really thinking all that clearly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Witness Protection [Rayne &amp; uwanna69]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IanCraves</strong> on <strong>26-06-2011, 21:12:33</strong>
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				As the doors opened, Scott immediately saw that the elevators was only filled with a terrified woman stumbling towards him.&nbsp; Her beautiful blue eyes filled with tears but the screams that began to fill the air deafening him.&nbsp; He held his left hand up, trying to calm her as he slowly lowered his gun and holstered it, only keeping his eyes fixed on her as she fell into the corner.&nbsp; He stepped towards her very slowly, beginning to crouch down and holding both hands out now.<br><br>Her hair and blouse were slightly disheveled and her speckled ears stood out over her hair.&nbsp; Scott hadn't had much interaction with someone like her before but wanted to gain her trust and find out what had just happened and how this incident may be related to his case.&nbsp; She was shaking violently, obviously stunned by the actions that had just taken place.&nbsp; He took off his leather jacket and moving in closer to her, urging her with his body language to lean forward so that he could wrap it around her as he knelt near her.&nbsp; <strong>"I'm Detective Scott Barrett.&nbsp; You're safe now... I'm here to help you."</strong> he tried to convince her with his softest voice he could manage, still thinking mostly about the perps still in the parking garage and hoping that the company security was able to detain them.<br><br><strong>"Miss, Can you tell me anything about what just happened?&nbsp; We only heard shooting?"</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Rayne</strong> on <strong>26-06-2011, 22:39:32</strong>
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				Lyn wasn’t really sure how she ended up on the floor. All she knew was that the man was before her now, his hands held out to her. And it slowly sunk in that if he had wanted her dead, she’d be dead by now… so maybe he was a good guy? She blinked, her vision blurry with tears and sniffed, looking up at him, her face flushed as she felt vaguely embarrassed by her behavior. Screaming and crying and huddled in a corner… but despite how humiliating, she couldn’t seem to stop shaking, or crying. <br><br>Noticing him holding out the coat, it took a moment just to sink in what he wanted, before she hesitantly leaned forward, letting him drape the warm fabric around her. The warmth and the weight made her feel a little more anchored, and she reached up, pulling it around her a little more as she sniffed back more tears, nodding as he spoke. A detective… somebody here who could really help her and keep her safe. It made her feel a little better, though she was by no means really calm yet.<br><br>When he asked about the man, she looked like she might start crying again. <strong>”I- He was waiting for me… I’m so sorry… I should have … I should have told somebody earlier…”</strong> She took in a ragged breath and shook her head, before continuing. <strong>”They killed my boss… I saw it, I was there… but they saw me… I wasn’t sure- or didn’t want to believe it… but clearly they’re after me now…”</strong> She told him, wrapping her arms around herself, her hands clenched tight. She was terrified. If they were willing to try to kill her at her work, what would stop them from going to her apartment?
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				Post by: <strong>IanCraves</strong> on <strong>27-06-2011, 00:27:17</strong>
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				Scott kneeled there, dumbfounded for a moment, as he took in everything she said and finished wrapping the jacket over her shoulders.&nbsp; Turning to the security guard outside the elevator, <strong>"Did you guys lock them in the garage?"</strong>&nbsp; The officer, dropping his eyes away from Scott states <strong>"No, they got out before the gates were put down.&nbsp; &nbsp;Uh, we have a lot of this incident on the security cameras though."</strong><br><br>Scott pulled his cell phone out of his back pocket, flipped it open and frantically dialed a number as he looked back at the woman trying to read her movements <strong>"Lieutenant.&nbsp; There was just an attempted murder at the Insurance company building... Yeah, I was here and there is a woman involved.&nbsp; Apparently she knows something about the incident last week as well.&nbsp; You need to get the forensics team over here immediately and I'm going to get her out of here so we can find out what's going on."</strong><br><br>As he hung up the phone, he offered her a hand to help her up.&nbsp; <strong>"Miss, what is your name?&nbsp; I'd like to get you away from here so we can get to the bottom of this.&nbsp; Will you please come with me?"</strong><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Rayne</strong> on <strong>27-06-2011, 03:47:31</strong>
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				As he spoke to the other man she settled back against the wall, reaching up to wipe the tears from her eyes as she finally started to calm down a little. Not much… but at least she stopped crying, and shaking… though now she just kind of looked dazed and a little stunned more than anything. People trying to kill her… that was a lot to wrap her mind around, especially because she never had anybody wish to cause her serious harm before in her life. She was always so friendly and harmless. Some men occasionally harassed her because of her looks, lots of jokes about milking her- her milking them, juvenile crap… but never anything violent. Certainly not like this…&nbsp; Thoughts of ‘why me?’ kept circling her mind. Maybe this was what she got for working too much, staying late so many nights. <br><br><strong>”Huh?”</strong> She only now realized he was talking to her, and blinking looked up to see him holding out a hand to her. <strong>”Oh- er… Lyn- Lynette Blair.”</strong> She tells him, taking his hand and hesitantly getting to her feet, reaching down to smooth out her skirt, grimacing as she looked down at her disheveled appearance. <strong>”Um sure… my- my shoes are still downstairs.”</strong> She stammers. Honestly, to avoid returning to the parking garage she wouldn’t care about leaving them behind –but she couldn’t very well walk around barefoot. <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>IanCraves</strong> on <strong>27-06-2011, 05:47:28</strong>
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				Scott was mostly thinking about his next steps and the procedure for such situations as she reached her feet.&nbsp; Her blue eyes clearer now and as Scott stood many inches over her, his eyes followed the flow of her white shimmering hair that disappeared down into... her very ample chest.&nbsp; Scott couldn't stop looking at the way her blouse flowed around them and her buttons strained.&nbsp; <strong>"Um, "</strong> he stammered while clearing his throat <strong>"if you could come with me Miss Blair to my car.&nbsp; It's on the 1st parking level, but I'm afraid we can't go to the 4th level now.&nbsp; We need to maintain the integrity of the scene until the forensics unit arrives."</strong><br><br>He turned to face the open elevator bank, where the guard was still standing, holding the doors open, <strong>"Please have everything ready for the team that will arrive here soon and don't let anyone near the 4th level of the parking garage!"</strong>&nbsp; He pressed the button to get the elevator started to the next level down where his car was parked and turned back to her <strong>"I'll get you somewhere safe, I promise."</strong><br><br>When the elevator slowed and the doors opened showing P1 on the concrete posts just in view, Scott held his arm back behind him, indicating with his outstretched downward hand that she should hold for a second as he peered around the corner, spotting the visitor parking section where his vehicle was located and inspecting the surrounding area for any potential problems.&nbsp; Once he determined the path was safe to the car, he turned, looked down at her feet and said flatly <strong>"We'll probably have some things for you to change into where we are going, but for now allow me..."</strong> as he swooped his forearm under the back of her legs, just at the bottom of what he could feel was a firm rear, not waiting for her permission to be carried as he pulled her into him and began to walk to the car.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Rayne</strong> on <strong>27-06-2011, 09:16:25</strong>
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				As she got to her feet, she blinked up at him, smiling softly, uncertainly as their blue eyes met each other. Now that she was standing, she noticed he was quite tall… and quite fit. Attractive, in fact… but more than that, he looked like somebody a bad guy would hesitate to mess with.<br><br>She also realized he was rather busy staring at her chest, making her blush a little.&nbsp; Every man stared of course, as did some women… she’d admit she knew it was kind of hard not to with their size. All minotaur girls had large breasts, she was used to it… it came from the lactation. Unlike human women who only produced milk from pregnancy… it was a normal hormonal reaction for her race that began around age sixteen or so. The most common place to sight her kind, because of that, was working out in rural towns, on ranches and such. There were some people out in the world that were really into the flavor of their milk, and a lot of girls figured if they were going to produce milk daily they might as well make a profit off of it.<br><br>But Lyn had always felt a little awkward about it. That’s what had brought her to the city, and a different way of life… which was clearly going oh so well. <br><br>As Scott told her about forensics, Lyn nodded, not offering much complaint about that. She really wasn’t eager to return to the scene of the almost crime, even if the men were gone now. Really, just seeing him press the button to head to the first floor made her nervous enough. Lyn bit her lip, shifting her weight slightly and watched the numbers ding down.&nbsp; <strong>”Oh… t-thank you.”</strong> She stammers out as he promised to keep her safe, wondering what would happen with her now. She was only just now realizing she really couldn’t go home.<br><br>However, she pushed the thoughts away after a moment, focusing on the present instead of worrying about the future. <br><br>When the doors finally opened Lyn’s heart was racing and her face was a little bit paler again. She almost stepped forward, but he held out a hand to stop her. At first, Lyn felt confused… then watching him she realized he was scanning the area first, making sure it was safe. It all seemed so surreal and strange, like a bad mob movie or something.<br><br>When he turned back to her and looked down, Lyn felt even more awkward and glanced down briefly at the pearl color of her toenail polish before looking up to him again, nodding as he mentioned a change of clothes. Needless to say, that’d be nice- but then he picked her up, making her gasp as her eyes widened with alarm, quite taken by surprise.&nbsp; <strong>”Er detective?-“</strong> She sputtered, blushing brightly, her arms instinctively wrapping around his neck&nbsp; to cling to him as he carried her towards the car. Her speckled tail flicked about, and she looked to him again, not really sure how to react to this. It didn’t feel… bad, being held in his arms… quite the opposite… but she just wasn’t used to such chivalry she supposed.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>IanCraves</strong> on <strong>27-06-2011, 15:52:31</strong>
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				Scott wondered what was going on exactly based on these latest developments as his mind darted around the facts he had read from various case files about the murder and what he knew about the company.&nbsp; He knew she was involved somehow and it was no coincidence that someone was shooting at her in the garage,&nbsp; but he wasn't sure just quite yet how she was involved.&nbsp; Scott was generally a skeptical person since most people he interacted with were often hiding something from him and began chastising himself for already jumping to a conclusion that she was a victim here.&nbsp; He was generally pretty good about reading people but he couldn't quite figure Lyn out... determine if she had an angle in this thing or not.<br><br>A gust of wind blew through the parking garage and pushed her white hair into his face.&nbsp; He smelled it as it brushed by and also felt the brush of her tail against his arm occasionally, both providing a tingling sensation as she wrapped her arm around his neck.&nbsp; He felt her large breasts pressed against his chest as he stepped briskly towards the car and could still feel her rapid breathing pushing them against him even harder.&nbsp; As he briefly looked down, he noticed there was so much flesh pushing up out of her blouse and her skin was so soft and flush red.<br><br>Scott pushed himself to get back to his work and his mind was soon racing with the thoughts of what his next actions would be, trying to carefully plan out the next few hours but he kept getting jarred back to the sight of the woman in his arms.&nbsp; "Lynette Blair", he thought to himself, "what is the story with you?"&nbsp; He opened the door with his left arm, swinging it open and delicately placed her into the passenger seat, giving her a moment to adjust before closing the door.&nbsp; Scott ran around the other side, jumped in and started up the car, leaving the garage rapidly and barreling down the city blocks.<br><br>He looked over at her, the lights of the city streets passing by and briefly illuminating her every few seconds and he blurted out suddenly <strong>"You can tell me when you are ready too but eventually I need to know what happened last week and what just happened now.&nbsp; We are heading to a safe place out in the suburbs and we'll be there in about 20 minutes.&nbsp; You can trust me and I can help you..."</strong> and he focused back on the road, intently listening to the sounds she was making and hoping she would open up to him and that he hadn't made a hasty assumption about her innocence.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Witness Protection [Rayne &amp; uwanna69]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rayne</strong> on <strong>27-06-2011, 18:49:50</strong>
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				When the wind blew through the parking garage, Lyn shivered a little, goosebumps racing over her arms as her long hair blew back. Her hair was snowy white, elbow length, and at the moment smelled faintly of vanilla from her shampoo. It was just another trait that made her stand out so much. Her kind always had either stark white, or jet black hair… it must have been child’s play for those men to track her down. And she just kept wondering… what had they even wanted with her boss in the first place? Their company had some rich clients… and were privy to health records and other private things… as well as some corporation secrets… but was that really worth killing over? She just didn’t understand…<br><br>Noticing that they’d reached his vehicle, Lyn blinked, staring at the expensive looking car. What was a police officer, even a detective, doing with a car like this? She’d admit she was pretty impressed, looking around the leather interior as he set her down in the passenger seat. Lyn brushed her hair back a little, then smoothed out her blouse and tried to pull it back in order, before buckling up. She was still tense, looking warily out at the parking garage, as if expecting them to appear at any moment.<br><br>When the car suddenly pulled out rather quickly, she squeaked a little, her hands clenching tight as he raced out of the garage. She realized how on edge she was and blushed, taking a deep breath as she did her best to calm down while he raced through the city. She was almost relaxed, watching the city lights fly by in an almost hypnotic pattern, when he blurted out that she needed to spill the beans on what had happened. Grimacing, she nodded, knowing he was right. She’d put this off out of cowardice and almost gotten killed, so clearly that wasn’t the best idea.<br><br><strong>”Um… well there really isn’t too much to tell…”</strong> She admits, then sighs, her arms going around herself again, fidgeting with the edge of his jacket still draped over her shoulders as she looked out the window, her expression troubled and scared again. <strong>”I got off of work late, was leaving… and about to come around the corner of the parking garage when I saw my boss talking to these men… they seemed to be arguing- or maybe my boss was begging… I don’t know…”</strong> She shook her head, biting her lip. “[/b] But then they shot him… and I couldn’t help it- I made a sound- and they heard. I was hoping in the dim light they hadn’t seen me well enough… but they did. I was so scared- I thought I’d be next… but they left.”[/b] She was tense and looked like she was about to cry again, remembering the sight of her boss shot dead, of how scared she’d been. <strong>”I called the cops, but… I just couldn’t deal with it, I thought those men might come back or something, so I fled too. And after- well I just kept hoping if I kept my head down they’d forget about me, if they didn’t think I’d come forward… that I’d be safe.”</strong> She hoped she’d be safe now, and maybe in her head she believed it… but she still felt afraid. Drifting off she leaned her head against the window, the cold glass feeling nice. She knew he was probably waiting for her to recount tonight as well, but she just didn’t want to talk about it anymore. Plus it seemed pretty clear what happened. She yawned a little, feeling so tired. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Witness Protection [Rayne &amp; uwanna69]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IanCraves</strong> on <strong>27-06-2011, 23:39:07</strong>
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				He listened intently while they drove, beginning to leave the urban city roads and onto the highway, taking them out of the city.&nbsp; There were a million questions racing through his head right now and the pieces just weren't making any sense so far…&nbsp; He believed her recollection of the events of that previous altercation last week but he couldn't figure out why such professional "hitters" would be involved in this.&nbsp; Were they mob…&nbsp; contractors…&nbsp; drug cartel?&nbsp; He wanted to ask so many questions of her and it was clear now that she was the woman that called from the scene of the murder.&nbsp; As the lights from the highway became less frequent, he could occasionally see the details of her in the light and that she had now turned away and seemed to be calming.&nbsp; It seemed likely that she was done talking for now, as the next light illuminated the inside of the car and he looked her over again… something so intriguing about her.<br><br>Snapping himself back from his thoughts, he lifted his hips and pulled out his cell phone and hit redial&nbsp; <strong>"Lieutenant, it's Barrett.&nbsp; So did forensics make it over there yet?&nbsp; Great, so what did the surveillance in the garage show about tonight?"</strong>&nbsp; He listened carefully and then continued, <strong>"Okay, well I'm headed to house #3 with her and I'll check in a little later"</strong> closing the phone and returning it to his pocket.&nbsp; He sat there mulling over the few details that were available this early and felt some relief that his gut about her had been correct and that she was the one being shot at.<br><br>Scott had been to this house a few times before and was familiar with best way to get there.&nbsp; He made his way off the highway and into a neighborhood, the further back they drove in, the more space there was between the houses until finally they reached the end of the road.&nbsp; The houses were now on large multi-acre lots and set back from the road into the trees.&nbsp; He pulled into a gravel driveway and around the back of the house.&nbsp; Looking over at Lyn, he couldn't quite see her clearly but put his hand on her shoulder and quietly declared <strong>"Lynette, we are here.&nbsp; Please sit here for just a minute though."</strong><br><br>The house was a small brick ranch style surrounded by lots of trees and the other adjacent houses barely visible through the foliage.&nbsp; As Scott approached the back door, a light came on, triggered by his motion.&nbsp; The door was solid and secured with a deadbolt cipher lock which he entered the combination to and opened and stepped in a few feet while turning on several lights in the house. The house was meager but had several rooms and a kitchen off the main entrance hall and several bedrooms down a back hallway.&nbsp; The entry and main rooms were equipped with cameras and the exterior of the house also had well hidden cameras covering the entrances and approach to the property.&nbsp; Scott walked back to the car while surveiling the surroundings and not feeling any reason to be concerned with their location and her safety, slowly opened the passenger door for Lyn.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Witness Protection [Rayne &amp; uwanna69]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rayne</strong> on <strong>29-06-2011, 06:12:59</strong>
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				Lynette had calmed down, a lot compared to what she’d started out at, but she wasn’t the most focused or attentive individual at the moment, she realized. It took her till they left the city to even realize they weren’t heading for a police station. For some reason, she’d just naturally assumed that to be their ‘safe’ destination. Plus wouldn’t he want to question her on record or something? But he’d mentioned suburbs, she recalled now, and looking out the window she was starting to see suburbs flash by. What were they doing out here? Where were they going? She started to wonder over all sorts of questions too, frowning softly as she couldn’t help worrying about what her future held in store. <br><br>Soon, the detective was on his phone again, and Lyn wondered what had been discovered, if anything. He hadn’t even asked for her home address. Wouldn’t they want to put people watching it? What if those men were in her apartment now, or had already been there? She was just happy she didn’t have any pets now to worry about, the only thing that concerned her was her personal things and some work files she kept at her place. The only thing she could think of that would even concern these men, anyways, was the work files, though she had no specific clues or ideas as to why. <br><br>Hearing him mention house three, she blinked and looked at him, realizing they must be headed for a safe house. The only thing she knew of these situations were what she’d seen in tv, and all she could recall is that safe houses were involved, and sometimes fake identities. Though, it’d be hard to fake her identity... there had to be only a handful of women that were her kind living anywhere near the city. <br><br>Then again, as they reached their destination, she started to think nobody would really be around to question who she was anyways. They weren’t exactly out in the middle of nowhere… but their neighbors certainly weren’t right next to them either. It was actually kind of nice, real privacy, especially with all the trees around. <br><br>When the car came to a stop, Lyn reached down to undo her buckle, then paused, looking at Scott when he told her to wait… again. Well, he was certainly cautious- which of course was fine with her. Swallowing, she nodded, watching him disappear into the house. It was with him gone, her sitting alone in the dark that she started to get nervous again, though, looking around out at the trees, as if expecting people to walk out at any moment. She actually jumped when he did come back, but then she sighed and relaxed, blushing as she got out of the vehicle. <strong>”So how long am I staying here?”</strong> She asked curiously. <strong>”And what’s happening with my apartment?”</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Witness Protection [Rayne &amp; uwanna69]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IanCraves</strong> on <strong>01-07-2011, 05:57:13</strong>
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				Scott saw her jump as he opened the door. <strong>"I'm sorry to startle you"</strong> as he offered her a hand out of the vehicle, <strong>"the house is secure so let's get inside but we'll likely need to stay here for at least a day, maybe more."</strong>&nbsp; He had picked up a pair of shoes from inside, dropping them at the ground near the car door, he hope they would fit her.&nbsp; <br><br>As he walked along her side to the back door, he looked over at her; the faint light from the back door highlighted the top of her breasts while there was a stark contrast and darkness below them but her hair shimmered, seeming to create it's own light around her.&nbsp; <br><br>He reached for the door, pulling it open and showing her inside and locking it behind.&nbsp; Walking in the back door put them near the kitchen, as Scott pointed out the areas of the house, he walked in to the main room, sitting on a couch, leaning forward and placing his head in his hands.&nbsp; He paused for a moment, trying to push away the cloud of sleep that was encroaching on his thoughts then rubbing his hands back through his hair.&nbsp; Looking at the ground, averting his gaze from her <strong>"Is there something at your apartment you need or is what those men are looking for not you but something you have?"</strong>&nbsp; As he waited in the silence... <strong>"I have more questions for you when you are ready to talk."</strong>&nbsp; Scott looked up at her and then at the clock.&nbsp; <strong>"It's late though, if you'd like to clean up first and and get some rest, I understand."</strong>&nbsp; He looked back at Lynette, observing a twitch in her ears, a swish of her tail and wishing he could read her better but knowing he wasn't as familiar with her kind and unsure if he could trust his gut instincts.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Witness Protection [Rayne &amp; uwanna69]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rayne</strong> on <strong>14-07-2011, 04:15:11</strong>
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				She blushed after jumping and smiled sheepishly. <strong>”No… I’m just a little jumpy. Not your fault.”</strong> She tells him, taking his hand and getting out of the car, nodding at his words. Secure sounded great to her. As for how long they were here… she wasn’t complaining so long as she didn’t get in trouble at work for this… which she didn’t think she would. If people could skip for being sick, surely they could for being in possible life threatening trouble. Slipping on the shoes he’d brought her, she followed him to the house. <br><br>She noticed once they were in that he locked the doors. Even though he’d said the place was secure, she’d admit she didn’t feel an immediate weight lift from her shoulders like she might have hoped or expected. She wasn’t sure what would make her feel truly safe… but she knew that logically at least, this should keep her safe enough. <br><br>Following him to the main room, she watched him sit down and noticed for the first time how exhausted he seemed. She felt bad for causing so much trouble, for not saying something before and just avoiding this whole incident. <strong>”Some clothes might be nice… but as for what those men want I mean… I assume they want me dead because I’m a witness… however, who knows if they want some sort of information from the company.”</strong> She admits, shrugging. <strong>”My boss was killed for a reason, I don’t know what, but I do have some paperwork from the company at my apartment, on my nightstand.”</strong> She explains, her arms wrapping around herself again as she bit a lip. She knew she had to answer a lot more questions, but she just wanted to sleep by now… and she didn’t seem to be alone in that feeling.<br><br>When he looked back to her she nodded. <strong>”Yea, I think I would like to get a shower and some sleep. So… I guess… I’ll see you in the morning?”</strong> She asked, starting to turn down the hallway that lead to the room he pointed out as being hers. There was a bathroom next to it, and apparently he was sleeping only right across the hall.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Witness Protection [Rayne &amp; uwanna69]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IanCraves</strong> on <strong>15-07-2011, 05:05:25</strong>
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				Scott stared into her blue eyes while she talked about the men that were after her, his training making him play through the various scenarios, based on what he knew to try and come up with likely motives...&nbsp; When he looked back into her eyes, he wasn't sure how long the silence had lingered from where she paused but fortunately she broke the silence.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Clothes, uh I can't promise you what's in that room is stylish or even your size but maybe we'll get lucky" pausing to think about the last time he was even here and what he remembered "and I'll get someone to head by your place and pick up the papers so we can take a look at them.&nbsp; Is there anything else I can have them can pickup from your apartment?</strong><br><br>He slowly pushed up from the couch, watching Lyn begin to stroll down the hall.&nbsp; <strong>"There should be some towels and things in the bathroom"</strong> as he slowly followed her towards the hall, leaning against the wall and as she disappeared from view, spreading his heels wider and sliding slowly down the wall.&nbsp; Scott slumped over his knees, his gun holster digging into his back as he met the floor and finally taking a minute to think about the night and what next steps he needed to take as he hung his head down.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Witness Protection [Rayne &amp; uwanna69]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rayne</strong> on <strong>01-08-2011, 01:46:11</strong>
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				She stopped walking, nodding as he told her what clothing there was in this house. <strong>”Well, I guess for now that works, but like I said, if somebody could just pack me a suitcase of clothes from my apartment, that’d be good.”</strong> She told him, shrugging. She noticed he was getting up and waited a moment, before continuing down the hall with him towards the bathroom. <strong>”Thanks.”</strong> She told him, when he mentioned the towels in the bathroom.<br><br>Lyn headed into the bathroom and shut the door behind her. It was simply decorated, a sink, mirror, shower etc. White tiles, white wall. There was a small closet next to the sink where she found some towels and pulled one out. A moment later Scott would hear the shower start. <br><br>Lyn was tired, but she didn’t rush, letting the warm water hit her body and relax her. Wrapping her arms around herself, she leaned against the wall, warm water and cold tiles contrasting- not that she really noticed too much, lost in thought. Did her boss know some sort of corporate secrets? Something that could be worth his life? This all seemed insane… and she just wanted out, wanted back to her normal life. But of course, that was impossible. Sighing, she shut her eyes, resting her head against the wall for a moment before eventually pushing away. She finished showering up, then climbed out again and dried off.<br><br>A few minutes later she opened the bathroom door, the towel wrapped around herself- and jumped as she saw Scott sitting on the floor. <strong>”Oh- er… I didn’t expect… um…”</strong> She blushed, shaking her head as she fell quiet out of embarrassment and&nbsp; looked down at him. He seemed tired, she realized, and for a moment felt bad that he’d been dragged into all this too. <br>((Apologies for the delay.))
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