A broke down train(woody)

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A broke down train(woody) Sept 18, 2012 13:23:10 GMT -5

Post by Tom Hiddelston...jk it's kale. on Sept 18, 2012 13:23:10 GMT -5

Kevin-

He grabbed his rifle off of the rack. He knew his from the rest of them because he had engraved a little design into it. Every other peacekeeper kept theirs nice and prestine but he knew it was stupid to do that. It was best to know your rifle, weapon, equipment. Anything not yours and you used it would be a complete failure. But that didn't matter to him. He grabbed it off of the gun rack. Attached the sling to the rifle and slung it over his shoulder and neck. He grabbed his vest and helmet. He was ready to head back out of the district. He was suppose to be going back to district 2 for more training and possibly training other future peacekeepers.

He looked to his unit and nooded to them as a sign of saying good luck while he was gone. He walked out of the door onto the road leading up to the train station. No one was out during this usual time. He walked up the steps to the train that had just unloaded it's cargo and was loading cargo to bring it back toward the lower districts. He looked at the man incharge and nooded at him indicating that he was ready. Kevin climbed aboard the train and got situated in his seat. He put his rifle face down inbetween his feet and put his cover over his face so he could get some sleep. He felt the train jerk as it started to leave the station.

Kevin fell asleep not long after leaving the station. It felt like possibly a few hours had passed and he woke up again. He looked outside the windows and he knew he was possibly in district 11 or 10. But he did know the train was not moving at all. He grabbed his rifle and threw his equipment on. He loaded a magazine into the rifle and racked the bolt back. He knew now his gun was hot and ready to fire if it came down to it. His mind raced. The sounds of his trainer rang through his mind. "CONDITION 1 Rifle at the ready." He headed toward the door and slid it open to see a few workers working on the train.

He asked them what was going on and they told him the train had broken down. He also heard that they didn't know when they would have it up and running. He knew this was a set back in all the plans he had. But atleast it wasn't a total bust. The last thing they told him was he was in distirct 10. He had heard a few stories from new recruits that came from here. But he didn't know if any of it was true.

He hopped out of the train and walked a little to the station. He looked around and saw people moving. They didn't look normal to him. Hell nothing here looked normal to him. He had to see if there was another peacekeeper near by. He walked a little into town. His gun was at a ready. He had it facing the dirt while he walked. He looked around and saw someone that looked like another peacekeeper. He walked over to him and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Hey this is SGT. Brown of district twelve. We were on our way to District two for some training. I was wondering if you guys have a place for us to stay. My squad doesn't wanna just sit around. So bascially I am also asking if you need any help around here while we are stuck waiting on the train?" He looked at the Peacekeeper waiting for a response. Hoping that he was not intruding to much while they are here.

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A broke down train(woody) Sept 18, 2012 14:01:20 GMT -5

Post by heartwood on Sept 18, 2012 14:01:20 GMT -5

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The air was crisp and the wind was calm; a nice gentle breeze brushing against his face had managed to keep him awake and alert. Not that he needed it. Major Decatur Foley was always on his toes; some of the other Peacekeepers in the districts had joked that he never slept, but that wasn’t very far from the truth. He didn’t get along with most of the others; they were slackers, the whole lot of them. It didn’t take a long stint in the district to see why there had been so much rebellion, why they had been so easy to overtake. The Peacekeepers in this district were weak, they were only as strong as the weakest link; Foley needed a plan to weed them out.

A blade of grass stuck out of Foley’s mouth, a habit he had picked up a few years ago. It kept him from grinding his teeth in anger, attending to his oral fixation allowed him to think more clearly. The grass tasted different in district ten than it had anywhere else. It felt fresher, cleaner, which made perfect sense for a place where manure was as common as ants on a picnic table. He looked over his list of duties and scoffed. As a commanding officer, it was his responsibility to make sure the daily tasks were tended to. Most of it was guarding certain areas of the district, settling domestic disputes, and responding to any emergency calls that might come up during the course of the day.

But, since he had arrived in district ten, everything had been relatively uneventful. The stories he heard of the riot must have been widely exaggerated, because everything looked fine. There was no rebellion, there was no criminal order; there was just delinquents and hoodlums. But crime was crime, and squashing any sort of lawless behavior was what Decatur Foley lived for. As he finished looking over the list, one of the other Peacekeepers had come running with some news, Decatur had hoped for some sort of violent outbreak, but instead he got useless fodder.

“Sir,” the portly man stood hunched over, his hands on his knees. He must have run a considerable distance…or maybe he was truly as out of shape as he looked. After catching his breath, he stood up and saluted. Not a word came from his mouth, and Decatur couldn’t help but roll his eyes. “What is it now, Swank?” Still saluting, Swank began to speak on the news he had just heard. A train had broken down just a few yards away from the train station, and it was big enough to carry the whole of district ten along to the capitol. It was a sitting duck for any robberies, and it was an attractive option for those hoping to leave the life of a rancher for the opportunity to stowaway. It only took one irresponsible Peacekeeper to forget to sweep the train for any unwanted visitors, and from what he had seen of the Peacekeepers in the district, the farther away from the Capital you get, the more undisciplined the Peacekeepers seem to be.

Worse, there was the possibility of a complete take over. There were no doubt weapons on the train, and a quick rush of varmints and outlaws could easily overtake it. They could go down the one of the upper districts, or even the Capitol, and cause a brief stir among the general population. Surely, the rebellion would be quelled, but as Decatur Foley had experienced himself; even the smallest rebellions have the largest of consequences. After a few moments of thought and deliberation, Foley had finally acknowledged that Swank had given him some useful information.

“Go round up the others, tell them to sweep the train for stowaways. Lock the armory down in the caboose, and post a guard at the front and back of the trains at all times. I want round the clock surveillance, and I want anyone who approaches the train completely detained and held for questioning. No exceptions. Oh, and if you need me, I’ll be by the school checking up on this vandalism thing. Don’t screw this up.” Foley ended his statement with a stern glare, and spit the grass onto the dirt near him. He gave Private Swank a quick nod.

Swank nodded and began to leave, before being stopped by Foley’s arm. “If you see any Peacekeepers you don’t recognize, bring them to me. I don’t want anyone slipping past security, and it’s pretty easy for me to imagine one of you been taken and your suits being stolen. Don’t screw this up or it’ll be your head, not mine.” Swank took a moment to collect his thoughts, before rushing his way back to the station. Foley looked over the list of duties again. A finger tapped his shoulder and immediately he reached for his pistol and turned around; nothing had even happened yet and already he was on edge. The anticipation was killing him.

"Hey this is Sergeant Brown of district twelve. We were on our way to district two for some training. I was wondering if you guys have a place for us to stay. My squad doesn't wanna just sit around. So bascially I am also asking if you need any help around here while we are stuck waiting on the train?" Foley looked at the Peacekeeper with suspicion, but the train had just broken down, and the possibility of somebody masquerading as a Peacekeeper in a uniform had seemed extremely improbable. But still, the thought didn’t escape him. “Major Decatur Foley, let me see your badge, Sergeant.” The man showed him the badge, and Foley nodded, motioning for him to follow.

“I’ve got business to attend to right now, and I hate being off-schedule, I hope you don’t mind.” Courtesy wasn’t something Decatur Foley was known for, but still, for a fellow Peacekeeper he wouldn’t be entirely unwelcoming. It wasn’t his fault the train had broken down, besides, the possibility of competent company allured Foley to no end. He needed to speak to somebody with a brain. He walked down the road to a school, the lock had been broken open and the area was being swept for evidence. “So, Brown. How long did they say you’d be staying?”

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A broke down train(woody) Sept 18, 2012 14:48:14 GMT -5

Post by Tom Hiddelston...jk it's kale. on Sept 18, 2012 14:48:14 GMT -5

Kevin-

“So, Brown. How long did they say you’d be staying?” He looked at the major. He was still not use to him. The highest they had was a brand new second Lieutenant. The head peacekeeper had just left them anyways. But he looked at the broken lock and then back to the major. "Sir I didn't say how long. We don't know. Right now my guys are guarding the train because you know none of the districts can be trust at all. But we will be out of here as quick as the incompetent workers can get it fixed. By the way, if I may say something. That look looks like it has a clean cut. Unless you have perfect cutters here. There is something fishy going on here."

He grabbed his rifle and pulled it up to his shoulder. It was not like him to get heavy with his weapon but it seemed like there was nothing right about this area. He turned on his radio. He Put his ear piece in and waited for the sound to ring in it telling him it was safe to speak. He heard it and pressed down on the control button." Tango foxtrot julia this is alpha mike bro come in. I am having a weird suspicion. Keep alpha squad in the train and ready for anything. If the rumors are true and where I am they look true we can be in a lot of trouble. Over."

He looked over to the Major and shook his head. But Kevin was mad he had forgotten his side arm back at the train. He looked onward into the school through the door and past the team sweeping for evidence. "Sir with all due respect mind following me to do a more throughow search of here. Anyone trying to start something will possibly not hide it out in the open. Are there any rooms that can be locked that you can not get into? So oh I don't know. A closet?" He looked at the guys around him. Just eyeing them incase there was a spy. He always thought there could be a spy among peacekeepers but he didn't know any here so his suspicions were way to high.

*rack*

He cocked and loaded his rifle. It was a automatic thing he did in a situation that was possibly hostile. Hell if he had his way. Everyone would have their loaded even in non hostile areas." Major.... one last thing. I feel like there could be a spy among us. Don't look to quick but watch everywhere. If the rumors are true about riots and a uprising, you may be glad we are here. We were headed back to district two for priority counter attack training. So in a nutshell we are the team to not be messing with if I were the enemy." He knew he made himself look like a fool probably. Hell if the major laughed he wouldn't put it past him. Not many people knew of a counter attack force. Even Kevin didn't know untill they were choosen.

He heard some chatter coming from his com radio. He grabbed it and listened. It was from his Lance corporal. He was saying something about a kid or something coming near the train. But he left it. They also said they saw a group of guys with guns coming toward it also. They were in a defensive formation incase these people were not friendly. Kevin Looked at the Major."Sir, DId you send anyone to the train, if so I need to know. My guys are ready to fire and protect that train with their life if you tell me you did not send anyone." He could still hear the lance corporal in the radio uttering the words...... what are the orders SGT.

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A broke down train(woody) Sept 18, 2012 15:44:33 GMT -5

Post by heartwood on Sept 18, 2012 15:44:33 GMT -5

“Put your gun down, son. The school has already been swept for any possible intruders and if this situation was dangerous I would have had my gun out already.”

Another gun-toting trigger-happy specialist had entered the fray, and Decatur Foley wasn’t going to have any of it. He was the commanding officer here; he wasn’t going to follow anyone. This was vandalism, not a terrorist attack. If someone was going to determine whether this was a dangerous situation or not, it was going to be him.

“Call your men off. If they were going to shoot another officer on sight, than your squad have some issues. Panem wants as little violence as possible. Shooting cause riots, and riots cause death. You don’t want all that blood on your hands, do you Sergeant?” Foley walked over to the crime scene, lifting the chain-lock that had been cut the night before. “This was done by simple bolt cutters, any farmer around these parts can have a pair of those. There’s plenty of tools to go around here, robbery is rather easy.”

“Nobody is going to be starting anything with me, boy. You obviously haven’t spent enough time in this district. The crime is petty; like this one, over here. My first instinct tells me vandalism, but someone could have easily broken in here to steal something that they thought could fetch them a pretty penny.” He spat on the ground, looking over to Brown with a raised eyebrow. The thought that anything could take him by surprise was a peculiar one, especially by these rednecks and hillbillies.

“There’s no uprising.” He pointed to the security footage just above the door. “But this wasn’t a random act of vandalism either. The perpetrator knew what he was doing; he had a goal, he had a means, and more importantly, a brain.” He lifted a piece of plastic from the steps, wincing as the smell caught him off guard. He recognized the stench; muriatic acid. When he was a boy, his father had sold muriatic acid bombs to the local children. They made a noise like a shot out of a tank, and the gaseous explosion was fun to watch from a distance. But they were illegal; in Panem, you could get pinched for plotting a terrorist attack just by thinking of setting one of these off. It was just one more charge to add to Decatur’s newest target.

But it confused him. The people of district ten didn’t strike him as the most intelligent. Any knowledge of chemistry would have surprised him tremendously; and the fact that the person was working alone had baffled him even more. He was finding this to be a challenge.

“The cameras caught the perp. He was short, and fit. The profile could fit almost anyone here. He was wearing all black, and gloves too. Which means no fingerprints. Come on, follow me inside.”

The inside of the school was battered and broken. The glass windows that had taken their place inside the doors of the classroom were shattered. To the untrained eye, it looked like typical hoodlums had run through and broken things, to him, it looked like a distraction. He made his way down the hall, stopping to look at a chair that had been left outside the chemistry lab. He stuck his arm through the broken door, finding that he couldn’t open it. He stood on the chair and tried again, and after a few seconds, he found that not only could he turn the lock; but it was already unlocked. Someone had been in here.

“Looks like we found the jackpot.”
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A broke down train(woody) Sept 18, 2012 16:45:28 GMT -5

Post by Tom Hiddelston...jk it's kale. on Sept 18, 2012 16:45:28 GMT -5

Kevin-

“Call your men off. If they were going to shoot another officer on sight, than your squad have some issues. Panem wants as little violence as possible. Shooting cause riots, and riots cause death. You don’t want all that blood on your hands, do you Sergeant?” He looked at the Major and nooded. He knew to much of blood. It wasn't his first rodeo causing problems for people. He remembered a girl back in his orginal district. He had caused problems there. But he knew he had to do something else about it here.

He shook his head trying to get the memory out of his mind. He was suppose to be not in any other mind set but the work environment. He grabbed his radio and spoke into it. "Alpha team stand down but keep on high alert..... protocol 3. Also don't shoot the other peacekeepers." He looked at the major and nooded. So now he looked back onto the scene.

It looked like someone had been searching for something but found it or didn't. He was not a detective. Hell all he knew was guns. But he looked at the major who spoke.“Looks like we found the jackpot.” He cocked his head a little. What jackpot. They were standing in a area where there was broken glasss and well useless ness."Uhhhh, sir with all due respect we have found nothing. This is all broken stuff. Unless I am missing something which I probably am. I think there is nothing." He hoped that those cameras told more then what he saw there.

"Want to go take a look at those cameras. The train has a nice compartment to watch tapes and such. I think it would be a great place to go to. Hell only safe place I would recommend unless you know a lot better place to watch well evidence." Kevin hoped he wasn't trying to take over the majors job. He was new to the district, but a crime was a crime. Specially if there was something going down.

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A broke down train(woody) Sept 18, 2012 17:22:18 GMT -5

Post by heartwood on Sept 18, 2012 17:22:18 GMT -5

The Major chuckled. Had he been any other Peacekeeper, this entire scene would have looked the way Brown saw it. Just another section of vandalism; there would be no reason to investigate further. But he wasn’t just any Peacekeeper, and he was about to give a Brown a good lesson in running an investigation.

“Look around you, what’s different about this door than any of the others?” After few moments, he motioned to the chair. “These locks are impossible to open with bolt cutters. There’s no chain to cut through, but there’s glass to break.” He pointed to the window on the door. “See how the lock is located too far below the window for the average person to get to it.” He walked around, and demonstrated how the chair would give him the proper lift and angle to get to the lock.

“The perp used a chair, placed it up against the door, and reached down. Because he didn’t have to bend his arm much, he was able to get the lock and unlock it. I know, because he left the door unlocked. If all these doors were unlocked, that’d be one thing. But what do you think when only one door was opened, and the others stayed closed.” He gave Brown almost no time to speak.

“Exactly. Either he started here and fled the scene after, or he came here to steal something. Or at least, put something in here. My crew may have swept for people; but I’ll tell you right now, I’ll be damn surprised if we get in there and we don’t find a bunch of things missing.” He opened the door and made his way through, this time his hand was on his pistol just in case. He noticed the shelves were looking bare, the chemical closet was opened, and the seemingly random boot trackings around the room indicated that someone had been looking for something.

“Alright, so we’re in a chemical lab. We got some beakers and who knows what else missing, we’ve got someone who dug into the chemical closet, and we got no other rooms being broken into. There are only two possiblities. Either someone is making a bomb, or someone’s cookin’ some drugs. Considering that we’ve got an increase in drug-related arrests over the last few weeks; I’m gonna guess someone’s trying to make a quick buck.” He smiled. Action was on the horizon; something he hadn’t seen since he had been stationed here. Decatur Foley was back in business.

“I think it’s about time we look at those video tapes. We’ll be safe at the Peacekeeper station.”
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A broke down train(woody) Sept 19, 2012 12:21:15 GMT -5

Post by Tom Hiddelston...jk it's kale. on Sept 19, 2012 12:21:15 GMT -5

Kevin-
“I think it’s about time we look at those video tapes. We’ll be safe at the Peacekeeper station.”

He looked at him and nooded. He knew it was time to watch those tapes. It could possibly tell them the real truth. Kevin was not gonna put his guard down. Hell he knew traitors existed. He had seen people kill their best friends in cold blood because they believed the side they were working for was the real truth. All he knew right now there was a job.

He opened the door to lead out of the room for the major. They walked out and he followed the Major to where they were going. Brown still had a lot of questions. Like what was actually going on. He wanted to know everything. But he didn't want to over step his boundaries as a guest and as a sgt. But he knew if he was putting his life in danger. He looked at the Major and cleared his throat getting ready to speak to him while they were talking.

"Sir I have a really interesting question. If I am going to keep helping you in this matter what is really going on. This seems like a lot more then a normal break in. Hell it looks like someone is planning something. Is there anything that is going on that I should tell my men about. To look out for, for their own saftey." He cared a lot for his squad. They were his brothers in arms. Hell they were is family. Well as close to a family as you can get.

He kept in step watching the Major and also watching his surroundings. There was nothing happening but he could tell something bad was about to. It was like a sense that was there and watching them. But he knew it could be nothing. But he knew being paranoid was a lot better then not being cautious. "So Major, we need to start looking at those tapes..... or should we call in the higher ups. The main Peacekeeper was in 12 not that long ago. He could get here fast to help us conceal this problem before someone we don't want to find out finds out." He was afraid the president would find out. When he found out..... Stuff happened to people. People would disappear and never be heard from before. He did not want that happeneing to him at all.