10-06-2024, 04:50 PM
Department of Investigation and Enforcement Headquarters, East-Central Geminus, Eiria
October 6th, 2024
The shiny headquarters of Eiria’s national law enforcement agency bustled with its usual Monday morning rhythm. Inside the grand building of white stone and glass, the Republic’s top law enforcement professionals all gathered together to solve the most high-profile crimes plaguing the nation. Up on the third floor on the northern end sat a cluster of offices occupied by officials with one specific target in mind: Organized crime.
A staff assistant, with a large stack of folders tucked under his arm, peeked his head into a cubicle where his boss was sitting. “These just came in from the Kōt-Libre Office of Policing. Sorry for the wait, an officer from the Ministry of Culture kept them on hold until he approved the D-5 classification for them. I told him that every other document in this case is already D-5, but that just made him grumble and move slower.”
“Sounds about right.” Nōra Matisone sipped tea from her Skudrasej*-branded mug before taking the folders from the assistant’s hands. “Thank you.” After skimming a few of the files, she practically lept from her chair, moving as fast as her boots would let her towards her own boss’s office. She walked straight through the open door, only pausing once to make sure the Chief Officer wasn’t otherwise occupied. “They got Svilans and his crew. Thirteen arrested, four enforcers dead in the gunfight. Two police officers were injured, but are in stable condition.” She quickly dropped the stack of files on the desk, causing a pencil to roll to the floor. “Police on the scene also got evidence that Silvans may have been bribing the local deputy chief of police in order to keep up his operations.”
Chief Officer Kīus Lekōlk nodded pensively, only letting a small hint of a smile flicker across his face as he opened the first folder. “Very nice, well done. Let's not break out the drinks yet, though. Have the police remain vigilant. There is no way that one of the biggest crime operations in the south, worth millions of lunens, could be run by just seventeen people and a corrupt cop. Let's get one of our officers down there to supervise as well. Half of that department could be on Svilans’ payroll.”
“Of course. I'll see what Julia or Tōma are working on and send one of them down to supervise. I'm sure Andirs is going to love the extra discretion and disclosure papers, but he's always grumbling about something new,” Matisone joked. “Svilans and his team of lawyers are probably doing everything to make the lives of the local prosecutors hell. Given how much money Svilans has, we should try to comb through his records and make sure that said lawyers aren't being paid for with illegal funds.”
“Good idea. Maybe grab one of the investigative accountants from the Business Law Office over with Monetary Law. They should take the load off you so you aren't spending your days looking at tax returns.”
“I'd appreciate that, thank you.” Matisone tapped her thumbs on her Halar. “So, now that Svilans is captured, do you want me to help with one of the other open investigations once everything is wrapped up?”
The Chief Officer shook his head. “You're too valuable, and the others have already made significant progress with their cases. I got a report from the Ministry of Transportation that Port Security agents executed a sting operation in the Port of Merēta. A pair of dock workers got caught doctoring the log books, and now their lawyers and union representative are making things difficult.” Lekōlk opened one of the drawers of his desk and handed her a file. “Taking bribes for covering up smuggled cargo in one of the biggest ports in the country and refusing to talk to authorities. That smells like RJ behavior to me.”
Matisone raised her eyebrows. “I'll look into it. I'll also send the assignment paper for the accountant to your desk later today. Thank you, sir.”
“Thank you, Nōra.” As the door swung shit behind his best agent, Lekōlk sifted through the files that she had left on his desk. It was only upon seeing a copy of Raimonds Svilans’ (rather unflattering) mugshot that the Chief Officer of the Office of Organized Crime finally allowed himself to fully smile. From the inside pocket of his jacket, he retrieved a small fabric-bound journal and a pen. He carefully opened it to a page and clicked his pen, crossing off a line before returning the journal to his pocket.
Right. Back to work.
*Skudrasej is an E-Rock band known for their intricate drumming rhythms and distinct masks while performing. Their name is a homophone in Eirian, either meaning “Ant-Face” or “the Ants”
October 6th, 2024
The shiny headquarters of Eiria’s national law enforcement agency bustled with its usual Monday morning rhythm. Inside the grand building of white stone and glass, the Republic’s top law enforcement professionals all gathered together to solve the most high-profile crimes plaguing the nation. Up on the third floor on the northern end sat a cluster of offices occupied by officials with one specific target in mind: Organized crime.
A staff assistant, with a large stack of folders tucked under his arm, peeked his head into a cubicle where his boss was sitting. “These just came in from the Kōt-Libre Office of Policing. Sorry for the wait, an officer from the Ministry of Culture kept them on hold until he approved the D-5 classification for them. I told him that every other document in this case is already D-5, but that just made him grumble and move slower.”
“Sounds about right.” Nōra Matisone sipped tea from her Skudrasej*-branded mug before taking the folders from the assistant’s hands. “Thank you.” After skimming a few of the files, she practically lept from her chair, moving as fast as her boots would let her towards her own boss’s office. She walked straight through the open door, only pausing once to make sure the Chief Officer wasn’t otherwise occupied. “They got Svilans and his crew. Thirteen arrested, four enforcers dead in the gunfight. Two police officers were injured, but are in stable condition.” She quickly dropped the stack of files on the desk, causing a pencil to roll to the floor. “Police on the scene also got evidence that Silvans may have been bribing the local deputy chief of police in order to keep up his operations.”
Chief Officer Kīus Lekōlk nodded pensively, only letting a small hint of a smile flicker across his face as he opened the first folder. “Very nice, well done. Let's not break out the drinks yet, though. Have the police remain vigilant. There is no way that one of the biggest crime operations in the south, worth millions of lunens, could be run by just seventeen people and a corrupt cop. Let's get one of our officers down there to supervise as well. Half of that department could be on Svilans’ payroll.”
“Of course. I'll see what Julia or Tōma are working on and send one of them down to supervise. I'm sure Andirs is going to love the extra discretion and disclosure papers, but he's always grumbling about something new,” Matisone joked. “Svilans and his team of lawyers are probably doing everything to make the lives of the local prosecutors hell. Given how much money Svilans has, we should try to comb through his records and make sure that said lawyers aren't being paid for with illegal funds.”
“Good idea. Maybe grab one of the investigative accountants from the Business Law Office over with Monetary Law. They should take the load off you so you aren't spending your days looking at tax returns.”
“I'd appreciate that, thank you.” Matisone tapped her thumbs on her Halar. “So, now that Svilans is captured, do you want me to help with one of the other open investigations once everything is wrapped up?”
The Chief Officer shook his head. “You're too valuable, and the others have already made significant progress with their cases. I got a report from the Ministry of Transportation that Port Security agents executed a sting operation in the Port of Merēta. A pair of dock workers got caught doctoring the log books, and now their lawyers and union representative are making things difficult.” Lekōlk opened one of the drawers of his desk and handed her a file. “Taking bribes for covering up smuggled cargo in one of the biggest ports in the country and refusing to talk to authorities. That smells like RJ behavior to me.”
Matisone raised her eyebrows. “I'll look into it. I'll also send the assignment paper for the accountant to your desk later today. Thank you, sir.”
“Thank you, Nōra.” As the door swung shit behind his best agent, Lekōlk sifted through the files that she had left on his desk. It was only upon seeing a copy of Raimonds Svilans’ (rather unflattering) mugshot that the Chief Officer of the Office of Organized Crime finally allowed himself to fully smile. From the inside pocket of his jacket, he retrieved a small fabric-bound journal and a pen. He carefully opened it to a page and clicked his pen, crossing off a line before returning the journal to his pocket.
Right. Back to work.
*Skudrasej is an E-Rock band known for their intricate drumming rhythms and distinct masks while performing. Their name is a homophone in Eirian, either meaning “Ant-Face” or “the Ants”
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