Primary Information Subject Name: Limonova, Archangela Lilith Lucifera Svetlanikova Record Type: Peacekeeping Forces Official Bio: 55 yr. old, white, female Birth Date: ▆▆▆▆▆▆ Position: Special Agent Officer
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Subject #2 - VICTIM - MCDEE, EDIE ELIZABETH
Primary Information Subject Name: McDee, Edie Elizabeth Record Type: Person Bio: 61 yr. old, white, female Birth Date: ▆▆▆▆▆▆
Personal Information Ethnicity: White Height: 508 Weight: 130 Eye Colour: Blue Hair Colour: Blonde Hair Length: Shoulder
ID Type Capitol ID: ▆▆▆▆▆▆▆ Location: Petunina District
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On Thursday, 30th September, Peacekeepers interviewed Capitol Police (Cptl PD) Special Agent Officer (Ofc) Archangela Lilith Lucifera Svetlanikova Limonova regarding the September 18th shooting of Edie McDee. This interview took place in the offices of Ofc Limonova's attorney, Michael King Jones Jr., who was present for the interview. McDee was found dead at approximately 9:30pm by Ofc Limonova on the doorstep of their home situated on the grounds of Azanchevsky Estate.
The following article is a transcript of Ofc Limonova's statement to Peacekeeping forces. If an audio recording of the transcript is required, please locate evidence item 101/11.1 along with photographs of Azanchevsky Estate upon the arrival of the forensics team. These are marked as item 11.2.
Ofc Limonova claims that she was reading in her upstairs library at around 9pm when she heard a thud from the front of the house. She put down her brushes and looked out of the window to see if she could locate the source of the noise but had no success. She returned to her easel and continued to paint for approximately 5 more minutes when she heard a scream. Running downstairs, she headed to the front entrance where she found her wife bleeding on the porch. Ofc Limonova applied pressure to the wound on McDee's neck, leaving a bloody handprint on the tile flooring. She notes that McDee had tried to speak, but she was too weak and passed away moments later.
Peacekeeping forces received a call from Ofc Limonova at 9:34pm. Paramedics were sent to Azanchevsky Estate but were stuck a few blocks away due to traffic. They did activate their sirens but the rural roads were not wide enough to let the vehicle bypass the congestion. Ofc Limonova reports that the forces arrived at 9:57pm and they pronounced McDee dead at 10pm exactly — the cause of death noted as suspicious.
CAPITOL BUREAU OF CRIMINAL APPREHENSION TRANSCRIPT
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On September 30th, Ofc Limonova was interviewed by peacekeeping forces at Michael King Jones Jr's law offices. Conducting the interview is Ch Supt Giorgia Allyn. Also present is DCI Piero Monperro.
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GA: Protocol says that we have to [inaudible] ... we’ve got to advise you your rights, so you know. Okay? If you don’t understand any of them, just tell me and I’ll stop and repeat them. But first, let me just tell you I’m sorry for your loss.
A: [inaudible crying]
GA: I am required [inaudible] ... before you make any statement that you have heard and understand the following rights. And as I said, this is protocol. If there's something you don't understand, just let me know, and we can go over it. Okay?
GA: You have the right to remain silent and not answer any questions. Do you understand that? Do you understand that you must give a statement voluntarily, on your own accord? You may choose to have a lawyer present, and, yes, we can see you have Mr. King Jones Jr. here. Please give me an answer.
A: [inaudible crying]
GA: Please, just say yes.
GA: Okay. Listen, is there anybody that you know that you think would want to kill your wife.
A: She was on probation for tax evasion. Her company weren't happy. She was inside for two years.
GA: Oh, I understand. So how long had you two been married?
A: [sighs] Just a year.
GA: That's awful. And you can't think of anybody who would want your wife dead?
A: [she shakes her head]
GA: Look, Piero and I, we only work murders, or homicides, and, and very serious assaults and kidnappings. That's our speciality. We don’t, we don’t work in fraud or tax evasion or anything like that. That’s why I’m asking if you know any names, then we can run these guys down and see what they know. To try and help you. So tell me whatever you think might be helpful.
A: So you want to know everything there is to know? Okay. I can do that.
GA: Good. Good.
A: Well, Edie, um, she used to be a drug addict. Crack. And a recovering alcoholic, so it was really important that she kept to this strict schedule about what she was doing and when.
GA: Related to her death, please. Your wife was shot. That kind of past, well, that's not relevant to helping us find out who did this to her.
A: Okay. I don't, I don't know then. [she reaches for a glass of water]
GA: Take a sip of water. Go ahead, do it. Because you know that I've read you your rights, correct?
A: [she nods her head] Yes.
GA: Let's get to the serious business then. Do you know this man?
[man walks into the room]
GA: Do you know him?
GA: Never seen him before, at all?
A: I've never seen this man.
GA: We have camera footage of you with this man.
A: I don't know him.
GA: Did you hear what I just said?
A: I did but I...
GA: You're going to be going to jail for a very long time. You are under arrest for solicitation of murder. That's an undercover police officer. We've been working a sting operation. We've heard and seen everything you've been doing. We've had eyes and ears on the inside. We know about your gang, the money, the premeditation. We just wish we knew earlier so Edie could be here. Needless to say, you're going to jail for solicitation of first degree murder of your wife.
A: I haven't done anything.
GA: Tell me again that you haven't done anything.
A: I, I haven't done anything.
GA: [inaudible] ...you're going to jail. And I hope Mr. King Jones Jr. is a real good attorney, because we have this footage of you saying, begging this man and your gang to kill your wife and that you want her dead. I don't make these things up, this is my job. I'm done talking to you. I will see you again when you are on trial, so make a decision right here, right now, whether you want to do life in prison or cooperate. It's done, Archangela. The next person you're going to speak to is a prison officer who will escort you to jail.
A: I don't know what's going on, please. [inaudible crying]
"I've never been satisfied, dammit, and that's why I'm going to ask you to do something for me. Something special."
"What do you want me to do?"
"This isn't a want. It's a need. It's a necessary evil and I'm not going to let anyone get in the way of it."
"Just tell me, Angela. You know I can do it."
"I need you to kill Edie."
[ silence ]
"Did you hear me? Can you do it or not?"
"Come on, you gotta tell me why."
"You wouldn't understand. It's... difficult. It can't be reduced to one single thing and I don't know how to explain it. I just need Edie dead."
"What is it, her money? Her estate? You know you don't need that."
"Did I raise you to question me like this? Did I give you a roof over your head when nobody else would? Did I put food on your plate to have you treat me this way? There shouldn't be any room for questions in that little head of yours. There's only room for me. You answer to me. You serve me."
"But this is different. This is her life. People know her. I know her. She's been good to us all, to me, to you."
"I can take back it all back just as easily as I gave it. Don't tempt me. You need to kill her."
"This is a step too far, Angela. You know it. I'm not going to do it."
"Then you're out and I'm a fool for ever giving you a second chance. You're not getting a third. Now get out of my fucking way."
This place is my sanctuary: black panelled walls laden with paintings of my own naked body, lit up by a flickering silver lantern that doubles as an ashtray. My style has never been an eclectic one for I much prefer precision and control in all aspects of my life. The excessive nature of the human mind leads only to attachment to material things, and darling, whilst I parade around as someone who is capable of such a thing, I am nothing more and nothing less than a parasite.
I thrive in discontent. This world is not enough for me, dammit, and I'm not sure how anyone with a right mind can ever find satisfaction in this spinning ball of rock. It's so... so broken. It's so fractured by its sad attempts at perfectionism. I look at this world as a vessel and I am desperate to penetrate its skin and poison its bloodstream with an injection of reality. A simple dose of homegrown power might turn this world into something that might resemble even a shard of paradise.
But alas, one woman can only do so much. And when said woman lives in the dark because it is the only promise she can trust, she must move in a way that spins a web of protection around her.
With no regard for how it affects the others, she becomes a void of a mother. Her babies are manipulated and tortured to within an inch of losing their humanity — she preys on the dark matter in their minds until it feeds the vacuum that is her own. She provides for them, sometimes, and in response, her babies grow into subordinates.
I stare at one of my nude paintings on the wall. God, I am one hell of a void of a mother.
I don't have a heart. Darling, I've never had one. I was born made of steel. I killed my mother on the way out and never looked back. Her dying in that way set the scene for how my life was going to play out: a mess. A fucking mess really, because whilst my father was out and about snorting blow off whatever blonde prostitute's ass he could find — I was a young girl who was forced to mature because looking in the mirror made her sick.
The fragility of a prepubescent girl from a dastardly home made me spit at my reflection. I disgusted myself. Being young was getting old and to see the world around me turn grey in an attempt to sympathise with my situation made me sick. Why would I need to waste my energy feeling sorry for myself when there's a world waiting for me to grab it by the throat? They figured that a girl as broken as me must be plagued and riddled with misfortune — darling, they just wanted me to cry.
Damn them for wishing such weakness on me, and damn them again for ever thinking I'd give in. Only fools are turned to victims by their hopeless situations. Anyone with a slither of a brain can turn such negativity into one of life's defining moments, for God's sake, it's easy. I am a person who is made by moments like that... the bad moments, the moments that people push to the back of their minds, the moments that people spend hundreds talking to a goddamn shrink about... yes, that is where I thrive.
Because truth be told, I am a powerful woman.
What happened on that day was unfortunate. Shit happens when a woman is pushed to within an inch of her limits — and it's awful for some, fatal for others. I had to suffer too, much more than Edie did and to a far greater degree.
I spent years in a damn prison cell because one of their investigators had infiltrated my sanctuary. The babies I had raised and cared for as my own had betrayed me: I was forced to listen to clips of my planning and plotting, I was sat down in front of a video that made it impossible to continue the act and do anything other than confess my crime.
Confession felt good. It was acceptance of sin and it delivered an evil to my blood that I hadn't felt before. That confession was my revival, a rebirth of sorts, because admitting to the deed I had done made me realise the monster I'd become.
Still, I died a thousand deaths behind those walls, aching for the freedom which is a woman's right. Do you know what they make you eat in prison? Boiled meat and boiled eggs. I lost more inside than Edie ever had: I lost my dignity.
I should never have trusted the people I had destroyed. I severed myself from the web of security I had crafted and threw my babies into the fire. No longer fooled by their sorry attempts at loyalty, I matured alone and with no one around me, my void grew.
It was all worth it. Every fucking second. Every moment from the beginning to the end because nothing they could do would change the fact her will left her family's old money to me. The sole heir to millions upon millions was me, and that scheming, conniving little brother of hers didn't get a single penny. Good. I hope he rots in hell.
Greed is my fuel. My blood has always been laced with adrenaline and an insatiable hunger for more — more this, more that, more of everything in this world. Because this sorry, spinning piece of space rock is broken beyond repair and it infuriates me that we are made to believe we can do anything with a bit of talent, grit and determination.
This world does not reward excellence. It rewards the people who play the game without shame. And a sinner like I will never feel any remorse for the rules they break to win — I realised a long time ago that we are already dead, and darling, that is our greatest strength.
I perch on my newly reupholstered, black crushed velvet chaise longue and look at one of my nude paintings. The body of a beauty but the mind of a fucking God — there's not a molecule on Earth that isn't afraid of me. Even when I look in the mirror, I am forced to look into the eyes of a woman who knows no home because she burnt it to the ground, a woman who knows no love because it was killing her to feel something. To look into the eyes of a woman who is a void and feel nothing, not even a droplet of fear, proves my power. I need no affirmation from anyone else. I don't need to be locked up to know that I am a parasite who will never be satisfied by the life she has manipulated for herself.
To some, life not might be worth living after wasting thirty years inside prison, but to others, that is exactly why they must live. To be alive and free is not a gift, almost everyone has that, but to be alive, to be free and to have an insatiable vengeance against the world — that is special.
There is no longer anything to hold me back. I have outraged nature with my natural feeling of retribution and it has cowered in fear. I know no mercy, darling, and I never will.