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Post by Deleted on Apr 3, 2016 18:09:11 GMT 2
Dakota walked into Andrea Keller's office, and laid down a large file with large print, stating that the case had been closed, but he wouldn't give up on it, despite what everyone had told him. The file was large, and full of pictures, data, and information, it was hard to believe, a file with so much to go on, wasn't enough to solve the murder case. He sighed, and looked at the woman at the desk. He laid both his hands on her desk, still wrapped in bloody bandages from his fight that erupted earlier. "Are you Andrea?" he asked the woman at the desk. One of the officers told him that Andrea would be his go-to if he needed some help with technology, and more. With her skill, and his methods, he was at an advantage. He needed someone with experience, he didn't even own a computer, he still used a pager, and had a flip phone only for emergencies. He was the definition of old school, and it was strange for someone to be so old school, yet so young. Even most of his clothes were old, a leather jacket that was from his uncle, and an old pair of boots, the only thing new were his jeans, but they were already torn up, and had motor oil on them. Even his ball cap was old, and a bit torn, it was from the KLETC Police academy, and it was worn around the edges. He knew exactly how the hat felt, old, worn, and out of place in Chicago. |
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Post by Andrea Keller on Apr 3, 2016 18:26:21 GMT 2
 Andrea sat at her computer set up. She sat leaned back in her chair, with her coffee mug cupped in her hands as she watched the map over the town. She had just had her lunch break, and now when returned to the IT department, she would have to go through some security checks and maybe do some updates.
The door to the office suddenly opened and a young officer brushed through. Andrea wasn't sure she have had the time to meet him yet. Her eyes would find the huge file he held in his hands and a brow raised as he placed it on the open space on her desk. She also took notice of that his hands were bandaged, it couldn't be comfortable carrying such a huge folder. "Hello, and yes, Andrea sounds like me." She chuckled lightly and sent him a welcoming smile. "What can I help you with? I guess it has something to do with this old elephant right here?" Again, her voice was light and humour was aimed at the huge folder. She would place her mug on the desk and place a hand on the folder, taking in the size of it. Often people would come to her with a small flash drive, it had been a while since someone had laid a folder like the one on her desk.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 3, 2016 18:56:30 GMT 2
He glanced over his shoulder as if anticipating, or fearing that someone may be behind him, then pulled out a flash drive from the pocket in his jacket that was custom tailored to hold a pack of Marlboro's cigarettes, and set it down on the desk.
"I'm opening the case of the Kelley's murders," he told her. He looked down at the flash drive, "there are some things on here that I couldn't access, and I have a feeling they may be important to the case, so I was wandering if you could pull the files out, and print them out for me to add to the file?" he asked her.
He hated technology. He had all the original work, but with the files on there, he would need the copies, it wouldn't render it inferior to the originals, given that the originals were only just some information printed on paper, it would still be more helpful than the piece of plastic he had laid on her desk. He also pulled out an old hand crafted wallet, with the face of an old Native on one side, and a buffalo on the other. he opened the wallet up, and pulled out a smaller flash drive, and laid it on her desk, "I need the files on this as well," he told her. "I don't have anywhere else to go, the others don't want involved in a former CPD Officer's murder," he told her.
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Post by Andrea Keller on Apr 3, 2016 19:45:15 GMT 2
When he handed her the first flash drive and told her that he wanted to reopen the old case she was quite suprised, she had believed that the others had said there was nothing else to follow up on. "Ouh I love cracking these little critters." She chuckled and took the drive from his hand. She studied it for a little short moment before she placed it into the USB entrance. "It will probably not take me long to break through.." She assured him and looked up at him as he spoke again, waiting for a window to open. "By the way, I don't think I ever caught your name." She chuckled and waited a second for him to present himself.
"I heard about that case when I came here. If you believe there are something in these drivers, I'll sure find them." Andrea took the second drive and placed it on the desk. She would place her fingers on the keyboard, opening a window for her to type in codes. "Those who had these files clearly seemed to want it to be kept secret." Andrea had the habit of talking while she worked, even if it was to babble or to inform the one seeking her help. It was slightly harder than she had expected it to be, but the results soon came to show. A small crease had formed between her brows when he mentioned that he hadn't anywhere else to go. "Weird, well I'm always up for some work. Unofficial or officially." She said lightly, without moving her eyes of the screen. Some folders with files would start to pop up on the window, probably containing information that were useful for the officer.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 4, 2016 2:42:49 GMT 2
He leaned against the wall and watched, "Officer Dakota Capra, but most call me Seven," he told her. It had been years since someone called him Dakota, very few people ever called him Dakota. He knew, that as soon as he told her name, it may click. He had gained a reputation at the station. His reputation came from fighting other officers, using unorthodox methods, pissing off Elliot, and there were a collection of rumors, and truth about his past. He just assumed that she knew it, but it may have been among others. He looked around the room, trying to make out an outline of this girl, family, past, vacations, and more.
"The case has been closed for a long time," he told her. He felt uncomfortable telling her anymore about the case, it was personal, given that he barely knew the girl, and Red was a close friend of his. "Is there anything on the files?" he asked her. He really didn't know about it, he swiped it from Elliot under his nose, trying to make sure he didn't know that he was reopening the case. He stuffed his hands in his pockets, and waited patiently.
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