Post by Carmella Blackheart on Dec 13, 2007 0:00:51 GMT -5
The office of Carmella Blackheart, hell...the whole XWA Corporate Headquarters was on pins and needles days after XGames closed out it's inaugural season. It was supposed to be a grand affair, a momentous occasion, but some unknown thug made it the total opposite.
Her new World Champion now in the hospital with still yet to be diagnosed injuries, Carmella was not a happy person right now, and everyone around her was being very, very cautious of that. The whole morning she was off and on and off and on the phones with NYPD Detectives as they sifted through security surveillance tapes trying to get some kind of visual imagery of XXL's attacker. All they had so far was eyewitness accounts all stating them man was huge, bald and had tattoos on his face.
I'm not the least bit worried how long this is going to take to process here, as long as it's done! Don't these cameras operate round-the-clock? I don't see how in the hell it can be so difficult to identify a man who witnesses say was larger than the Taj Ma-freakin'-Hal!!!
"It's not as simple as you think, Ms. Blackheart. We're trying to process every conceivable angle that the camera provides us here. It's not as basic as you see it done on CSI."
*sigh*I understand, detective.
"What we can tell you is that from the angles here, the attacker didn't want his identity to be found out very easily. He was wearing a hooded shirt apparently, and that is totally obstructing any view of his face right now. At this point there's only one man who got a positive identification of the attacker and that's Mr. Luther himself."
Well, he's in no condition right now to speak to anyone. I still haven't received any word from the hospital on the extent of his injuries yet...and trust me, I have people on watch. The moment they hear anything I'll let you know.
"We appreciate the cooperation, Ms. Blackheart."
I appreciate what you're doing as well. Good night.
The phone hangs up and her head is now placed firmly in her hands in clear and evident frustration. Up to this point things were going as smooth as they could have gone, and now there was wrench in everything. The timing couldn't be more impeccable. At that moment, she recollected some of the detectives words...the fact that the attacker didn't want to be seen. Could that have been a clue as to who might be responsible? It seemed as if this wasn't just a random act of violence, but rather a pre-meditated one.
She began to think to herself...could a man like Xander Xavier Luther had made those kind of enemies? No, not him...he was too kind hearted- a "gentle giant" if you will, certainly a proud warrior but not one who had too many people out for him.
The man who was closely involved with him in his training however had MANY enemies. Suddenly it all started to come together...but this wan't something that she herself could divulge to the authorities, not until she knew for sure what was going on.
Amy?
"Yes, Ms. Blackheart?"
I'm going to be heading out of the office for a few days. If you receive any word at all about Xander's condition, forward it to me okay?
"Of course! S...should I inform Mr. Gallas?"
No, he's probably out of the country by now. Just forward any info to me alone.
"Alright."
She pulls a pair of keys out of her drawer and gets to her feet. For months she's been holed up in this office, but now there was a new kind of business in need of being taken care of it seems. Flicking the switch off to the lights she shuts her door and rushes down the hall pulling her coat over her.
To Be Continued...
Her new World Champion now in the hospital with still yet to be diagnosed injuries, Carmella was not a happy person right now, and everyone around her was being very, very cautious of that. The whole morning she was off and on and off and on the phones with NYPD Detectives as they sifted through security surveillance tapes trying to get some kind of visual imagery of XXL's attacker. All they had so far was eyewitness accounts all stating them man was huge, bald and had tattoos on his face.
I'm not the least bit worried how long this is going to take to process here, as long as it's done! Don't these cameras operate round-the-clock? I don't see how in the hell it can be so difficult to identify a man who witnesses say was larger than the Taj Ma-freakin'-Hal!!!
"It's not as simple as you think, Ms. Blackheart. We're trying to process every conceivable angle that the camera provides us here. It's not as basic as you see it done on CSI."
*sigh*I understand, detective.
"What we can tell you is that from the angles here, the attacker didn't want his identity to be found out very easily. He was wearing a hooded shirt apparently, and that is totally obstructing any view of his face right now. At this point there's only one man who got a positive identification of the attacker and that's Mr. Luther himself."
Well, he's in no condition right now to speak to anyone. I still haven't received any word from the hospital on the extent of his injuries yet...and trust me, I have people on watch. The moment they hear anything I'll let you know.
"We appreciate the cooperation, Ms. Blackheart."
I appreciate what you're doing as well. Good night.
The phone hangs up and her head is now placed firmly in her hands in clear and evident frustration. Up to this point things were going as smooth as they could have gone, and now there was wrench in everything. The timing couldn't be more impeccable. At that moment, she recollected some of the detectives words...the fact that the attacker didn't want to be seen. Could that have been a clue as to who might be responsible? It seemed as if this wasn't just a random act of violence, but rather a pre-meditated one.
She began to think to herself...could a man like Xander Xavier Luther had made those kind of enemies? No, not him...he was too kind hearted- a "gentle giant" if you will, certainly a proud warrior but not one who had too many people out for him.
The man who was closely involved with him in his training however had MANY enemies. Suddenly it all started to come together...but this wan't something that she herself could divulge to the authorities, not until she knew for sure what was going on.
Amy?
"Yes, Ms. Blackheart?"
I'm going to be heading out of the office for a few days. If you receive any word at all about Xander's condition, forward it to me okay?
"Of course! S...should I inform Mr. Gallas?"
No, he's probably out of the country by now. Just forward any info to me alone.
"Alright."
She pulls a pair of keys out of her drawer and gets to her feet. For months she's been holed up in this office, but now there was a new kind of business in need of being taken care of it seems. Flicking the switch off to the lights she shuts her door and rushes down the hall pulling her coat over her.
To Be Continued...
