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Thread: Ceremonial Killer (Haruchai x BeauteousDeath)

Jordan nodded, Yeah, we can meet at the Bureau tomorrow morning, she said, Before you leave though, could you give me a number I can reach you at in case something comes up? she asked as she glanced at him for a moment before looking back at the road, finally moving again, this time it looked as though the traffic cleared up, Vics being Chinese females, she mused as she leaned back a bit, both hands on the steering wheel. She was silent for a few moments before she spoke up again, The obvious theory, and most likely reason, is racism.. unfortunately, she said to him with a slight shake of her head, another, considering all but this last one, were all victims of human trafficking, that could very well possibly be a strong connection, I've been thinking that possibly the killer had a loved one who became a victim of it and is now trying to get the attention of the higher ups in trafficking, she continued on, she brought her shoulders up a bit, tensed, then released them, as though she were stretching the muscles and attempting to relieve some pressure. Always, when on a case as tense and horrific as this, or worse, she ends up with sleepless nights, and migraines. The migraines had come into play about a month ago, the insomnia triggered just a couple of nights ago. Thank goodness for make up, otherwise she'd look like hell with bags and circles around her eyes. I've also been theorizing that perhaps the ritualistic nature of the murders is just to throw us off, but unfortunately, until we find solid evidence that proves otherwise, we'll have to keep it in mind, she told him with a shrug. Then she had to apply the breaks due to yet another stop in traffic. She took in a deep breath and slowly released it, I hate this time of day... lunch hour, she muttered. Another reason we can't discount the ritualistic nature, are the lines we find in each scene, a letter, with only one line, she told him, Here's the chronological order In another's blood comes my life. When the last heart beats its last, mine starts. Their breath becomes my wish With her eyes, comes my sight With her hide I have mine, and the latest one found today, The end is nigh, and all shall fail she had ticked off as though counting the victims as she spoke the lines, in truth, with each line, came the face of the victim and the state she found them in, That last one sounds ominous, but we've found the girls with parts missing, just like those lines, all indicative to a summoning according to an agent in the occult department., she paused, Sorry, I'm sure you knew most of this already, she commented. She looked back to the road and started rubbing her forehead again, then the back of her neck, waiting for the cars in front of her to move along, What about you? You have any theories on what you know so far? she asked him.
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Cross watched as she struggled to relieve the migraine, for he knew that was what it was, and he had a way to help, but it couldn't be done in the SUV. Oh, he wanted to, but he didn't know her well enough yet. So he winced in sympathy and then listened as she spoke. That's a good theory, though I'm unsure if you'll like mine. Cross glanced at her and cleared his throat, voice steady and not jesting in the least as he explains. In doing some research at the library in Washington, I found references to older passages and phrases, much like the ones you've been finding with the bodies. They're not exactly the same, but they match well enough. I tried to find the original writer, or just where this manuscript was held so that I might track it down. I know you'll think I'm crazy, but I think this is a ritualistic killing. Or at least has to do with the occult. I think whomever is doing this is trying to bring forth a demon. Maybe free one. Or is possessed by one. I really have no idea, but I think that's what it is. Cross sat and waited for her reaction. The one he knew was coming. The one where she told him he was crazy. A fucking nut. He was getting used to that reaction. Despite that, despite that he'd just met her, he valued her input and expected her to value his as well.
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She dropped her hand from her neck and looked over at him. Wondering if he was pulling a fast one on her or serious. He was serious , no fucking way! She looked back at the cars in front of them and leaned back. Actually looking like she was considering his theory. Think you can get a copy of those manuscripts you saw? she then asked him, she didn't think it was possible to bring forth, free or be possessed by a demon, but knew there were those who did. Possibly their serial killer was one of those, I like the angle, it would fit with the evidence found so far, but why only in China Town? Why only Chinese women? she asked then. She rubbed her forehead again, waiting for the traffic to get moving again, Maybe we need to brush up on Chinese demonology, she mused. She was hoping to have gotten an agent to think outside of the box. She just didn't expect this far out of the box. Still though, it put things into a different perspective. She leaned forward a little, scrunched her shoulders up and rolled them back as she leaned back in her seat. Her cell rang and she looked at it, then hit ignore. She definitely didn't want to talk to him right now. I think we definitely need to study those manuscripts you found. Possibly, if we find who the original author is, we might be able to get a better profile on the killer and narrow the search down, she continued on, then she sighed as she propped her elbow on the door again, holding her head and rubbing at her left temple, Still. Its going to be tough until we get a description, or until this guy slips us and leaves us more than he intends, she commented. The entire time she'd been talking, her tone, while professional, it also sounded more conversational. The wheels in her head were turning at his theory. Even though she did think he might be a bit on the loony side, he still brought something on the table that she would never have considered, and she definitely appreciated that.
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He expected her reaction and couldn't help but smile a little. Then as she considered, and seemed to actually perhaps accept it, he felt a small bit of vindication. With a nod he says, I have some copies at my hotel room. I'll bring them tomorrow. As for why China Town, I think you may have answered your own question. I haven't really delved into it yet, but if my hunch is right, there's a huge amount of mythology that goes with Chinese history. Cross watched as she hit the 'ignore' button on her phone. Most likely the father of the child. It seemed the relationship between the man and Agent Owen was strained. At best. It wasn't something that surprised Cross. Maybe the man really was an asshole. Maybe not. Still, it was none of his business. Just hard to ignore when it was so blatantly obvious. I'll get the manuscripts. Maybe even call the office in DC and see if I can get more research done. I'm the only Agent on this so far, but more people looking never hurt anything. I'll make the call. He'd noted the way her tone was more conversational now and his own followed suit. He tended to give back what he received and he had nothing against Agent Owen. Yet. Soon his car was in sight and Cross nodded deferentially as he prepared to leave the SUV. Thanks for bringing me to my car. I appreciate it. I'll see you tomorrow then? He knew that they'd said so, but wanted Agent Owen to set the time and place.
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Jordan looked up and nodded to him, Yeah, come on in, she said, she had been holding her head, much as she had when they were in the car yesterday, but when she had looked up, lowered her hand and grabbed her coffee even as she gestured to any of the seats in her office, Take a seat, she said, then she sipped her coffee, half way through her third cup, and opened a drawer to pull out a menu to The Harrison Hotel on Greenwich, Let me know what you want to eat, and I'll go pick it up when its ready, she offered him. She set the menu on the other side of her desk for him to grab, Unless you had something else in mind? She looked at him for a few moments before returning her attention to her computer screen. She had been doing research on the lines that had been found so far in each of the scenes, and came up dry as usual. Something that infuriated her to no end. Her desk was strewn with books, as was her couch, and various parts of her floor, all of the books were on various branches of occult. Satanism being the most prominent, however, there were various other types, and demonology, mythology. The list went on. It looked as though Jordan had checked out the entire occult section of a library. Looked as though she'd been doing research the old fashioned way. Even though she continued to try every resource on the internet as well, just in case she happened to run across something . Then she seemed to have remembered it and looked back at him, Please excuse the mess, it isn't usually like this, she said then. A few more moments of going through the world wide web and she leaned back rubbing her face with both hands then let them drop into her lap as she looked up at the ceiling, I don't suppose you brought those manuscripts? she then asked as she sat back up and looked at him.
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Cross entered her office and was quite taken aback at first. Seemed his initial impression of her had been wrong. She was doing lots of old-fashioned research. Not bad. he thought. It showed initiative on her part, and a willingness to actually read something that wasn't glowing softly. She sipped her coffee and many of her mannerisms still spoke of her pain. Small twitches and the way she favored her left side in her movements, however small. You don't happen to have a brush around here do you? he asked, wondering if a trick he'd learned from his mother might help relieve some of her pain. As for breakfast we can have something delivered here if you like. No need for you to rush out on my account. He waved away her apology and smiled softly as he took a seat, carefully moving the pile of papers and a couple of books out of his way. He was quite familiar with this look, and knew that as chaotic as things seemed she likely had it all organized in some manner. He'd have to remember to place those items back where he'd found them. He watched her for several moments, the silence between them growing a bit awkward, and he opened his mouth to speak just as she mentioned the copied manuscripts. A wan smile graced his face as he sat up, his voice hushed despite the fact they were the only ones in the office. I'm afraid we have a problem Agent Owen. he stated flatly, and pulled the folded note had gotten at the desk out of his pocket and handed it to her. He waited as she read it and explained. I went back to my hotel last night, and that message was waiting on me at the front desk. I then went to my room. It had been ransacked. He let that sink in a moment before he said, The manuscripts were taken, as well as a few small personal items. Luckily I had my laptop in the car. He patted the case he had with him. I have a few scans in here, but not all of them, and you really can't examine them as well. We can't, for example, have them authenticated. So, whomever is behind this, a single person or a group, at least knows about me . If that is the case they likely know about you as well. I called my Director and she said she can try to free up an Agent to get more copies, but truth be told I'd rather just do it myself. Make sure it is done right. Cross waited for her reactions. It was a lot to absorb, and raised a few more questions on its own.
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She had looked at him with a look of curiosity when he asked for a brush and she shook her head, No.. why? she highly doubted it'd be for him, then nodded, That would be preferable at this point, besides, then we wouldn't have to stop the research for however long it'd take, she commented, then leaned to her right and grabbed a menu to a delivery place, This will take an hour for them to get the food to us, but its the closest, she said as she handed the menu to him, then she heard the ominous comment of them having a problem. 'Great, what now?' She thought, brows furrowed slightly as she took the note. Green eyes widened as she red the one line and she set it on her key board as she leaned back and rubbed her face, Shit.. fucking sons of bitches, she muttered under her breath. It was rare that she cursed, but when she did, it was like being the same room with a sailor most of the time. Have you taken a look at the security footage to see who dropped the letter off? Or went up to your room? she then asked him. She stood from her desk chair and started pacing behind her desk. The only real clear spot for this kind of movement. The longer she thought about it, the more pissed she became. He may not have actually been one of her agents, but he was on her team, at least for the moment, and this happened under he watch, she looked at him then, You called your director, great, kudos for you, but you had my number, why the hell didn't you call me? she asked him, she wasn't trying to reprimand him, and as soon as it came out, she realized that is what it sounded like so she ended up holding a hand, Let me rephrase.. you're a part of my team now, I know you're not one of my agents, but there's still teamwork here, I've got to know when something like this happens.. when it happens, she said then, Can you please.. if this ever happens again on the duration of this case, call me after you call your director? I agree with the thing about the scans. Personally I prefer paper, internet is just handy, we'll book a flight for D.C. today, maybe even get lucky and get a flight out today, she commented, she almost seemed to be talking to herself at the moment, though the words were directed at him. She'd stopped pacing and just stood there, facing a wall, lost in though, green eyes narrowed, both her hands on the back of her neck as she tilted her head back, Lets just go grab something to eat on the way to your hotel, I want to take a look at that security footage, hopefully we'll get lucky, she said as she dropped her arms and grabbed her jacket, slipping it on as she walked out of her office, then stopped and turned and waited for him to catch up to her.
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Cross just shook his head and waved away her question about the brush. Nothing. The next few minutes were telling, and Cross felt that, perhaps, he deserved the scolding he got. Maybe a little. Honestly however, calling Agent Owen wasn't the first thing on his mind. He saw her point however and remained silent as she worked it out of her system. Of course the footage has been reviewed. Dark clothes hoodie and sunglasses, dark jeans and sneakers. Not even able to tell what race, though the guy at the front desk said he thought it was a white guy. About six feet tall, medium build. Not a lot to go on. His dark eyes settled on her green ones. I apologize, for not calling. I figured that yesterday was stressful enough for you, and there was really naught to be done. I followed all protocols, except for calling you, and I knew the copies would not be recovered. Cross shrugged. As she talked to herself Cross had already stood and gathered his laptop and he'd moved as she spoke of booking the flight and then as she massaged the back of her neck. Her arms dropped and she grabbed her jacket and as she turned Cross was already close by, a knowing smile on his face. Already with you. he said, and gestured for her to lead the way. It was, after all, her office building. Making their way to the parking garage, Cross was greeted with that familiar Expedition, and he asked, So, you want me to call ahead for breakfast, or try to set up a flight? Just then his phone rang and he answered. Cross, talk. He slowed a bit and then said, Yes ma'am. Thank you. He smiled at Agent Owen as he flipped the phone shut and said, The Director already procured tickets for us, last night. If we want them our flight leaves at eight a.m. What do you think? That actually left them a couple of hours before they'd have to be there. Enough to sit and discuss things further if they wanted, and to eat a proper meal.
Thread: Ceremonial Killer (Haruchai x BeauteousDeath)

Jordan grinned and nodded when she saw he was already right there with her, That's a first, she said as she used her badge to open the elevator door. Then they were in the garage headed toward her Expedition, both paused when he answered the phone. When he told her the news of his director she nodded, Nice. Alright, so the footage was blurred? she then asked as she started back toward her SUV. She took her keys out of her left pocket and hit the button to deactivate the alarm and unlock. She rounded to the driver's side, then stopped and looked over at him. She took her phone out as she opened the door and half jumped, half climbed into her car, We'll come on back here and use your car to get to the airport, if that's alright with you? she asked him, I'll need to give my mom this car so she can take care of my daughter and move around town, while I'm in D.C. with you, she further explained as she quickly text her mother what the plan was, then settled her phone in the cup holder in the center console before she inserted her key into the ignition, triggering the engine to come to life. If that footage is blurred I can see about getting the Tech team to clear it up, see if we can get some thing out of that surveillance in the hotel, as well as get an sketch artist, see if we can get a rendition of this guy, she mused as she waited for him to get in the car with her. Once he did she looked over at him again, What did you want to eat? she asked him, then after he would buckle up she would back out from her spot and start driving to the exit of the garage.
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Cross shook his head as she asked about the footage. No, it wasn't blurred. They were just very careful. Dark clothes, hoodie pulled up, dark glasses. You couldn't really make out any features. The cameras are black and white, so I couldn't even tell if they were white or Asian. Definitely not a black guy though, and yes, certainly a man. Women have a certain gait. Cross grinned as she half jumped and half climbed into the SUV. She was petite, that was for sure. Sounds like a plan. he said as she spoke of how they'd have to swap out vehicles. She started the truck and then asked about breakfast. He smiled. I'm starving. After all the shit last night, I haven't eaten in almost twenty-four hours. So anything sounds good to me right now. If you have a favorite place then let's head there. He sat back in his seat and buckled up. You know, I could follow you in my car and we could just take this to your mom now if you like. Unless there are some things here in the office that you need to come back for anyway. It'd save us a trip though. He smiled. He was just trying to be thoughtful.
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She shrugged a bit, I wanted to come back and take a few of those books from my office, she told him as they drove up the street, she had a place in mind, though she wasn't hungry, she knew she needed to eat, and usually had to be reminded, The ones that I had actually bought myself when I came across them, she explained a little more, The rest of those are from the library, she shrugged as she sat back in her seat some. She took in a deep breath, practically willing the migraine behind her left eye away. Though it didn't work of course. After a few minutes of silence, she pulled up to a restaurant called The Hub, Best food all around, she told him as she nodded to the medium sized building. She unbuckled, opened the door, and after taking her keys, she slid out of the Expedition. Once he would exit her car, she press the button her keychain to lock the doors and activate the alarm, at which point, she would actually not walk ahead and lead him, but instead walk alongside him to the building. They only had to wait a few minutes before they were seated in a booth beside a window that faced the street. The waitress had given them menus, which Jordan was already looking through, and looked up at her when asked what they would like to drink, Coffee, please, she responded with a small smile.
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Cross nodded. I see. There should be even more books in DC we can pick up, as well as those manuscripts. He'd watched as she drove, and could tell her headache was back. With a subtle nod to her he asks, Anything you can do to take the edge off that? He looked mildly concerned. Then they pulled up outside of The Hub. Cross smiled and got out, shut his door, and headed inside with Owen. Soon they were seated and he ordered a hot tea as he looked over the menu. The weather outside was clear and bright, but cold, the temperatures dipping into the teens and with a brisk wind. Still, he didn't care for coffee, but damn was he starving! The waitress came back and asked for their orders. Cross waited until Owen was done, then seemed to order half the menu. I'll have a shortstack of pancakes, some sausage and bacon, four eggs, scrambled, some biscuits and gravy, and keep a plate of biscuits with butter coming, alright? Cross smiled and handed the menu back. Then he looked at Owen. What? he asked, an innocent smile on his face. He sipped his tea and sat back in his chair. So, I guess it is nice to meet you Agent Owen. he said, half-joking and half-serious.
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She shook her head at his question in regards to her migraine, I also don't like taking drugs. Hate the grogginess that comes along with it, she had told him. Jordan widened her eyes a bit at the amount of food he ordered, then looked up at the waitress, Just some toast please, sourdough, she said. She knew if she ate anything more than that, with her migraine kicking in full force, she would just throw it back up. As they waited she sat back in her seat, head tilted back some and closed her eyes, only to look at him again. She cursed at herself mentally, I did forget to introduce myself yesterday didn't I, she stated, it may have been in the form of a question, but it really was a statement, then she held her right hand out to him, Jordan Owen, she then said. Once they would shake hands, she would prop her left elbow on the table and rub the back of her neck with that hand, while she sipped at her coffee from her right hand. Why go by 'Cross', by the way? she then asked him, green eyes were slightly squinted in the pain that was behind her left eye and in her neck, but one could tell, she was used to ignoring it and pushing past it to get her job done.
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I can understand that, about the drugs I mean. he grinned as his food was soon brought out, and dug in with gusto. Toast? You're only eating toast? He had an idea of why, but still - no wonder she was so damn small. He took her hand and shook it. No worries on my end of things. I figured out who you were. At her question he shrugged and explained. It's short for my nickname 'Crossbones'. I've had a few partners over the years and each has gotten killed or hurt. Not my fault in any way, still... Then my wife got sick and died too. Hopefully we won't work together long enough for my curse to rub off on you. He smiled ruefully.