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Post by Foley on Mar 8, 2013 19:58:36 GMT -5
Metropolis SCU Headquarters 0921 hours
Dan Turpin has been a member of the Metropolis Police Department for longer then anyone can remember. His unsmiling, crusty, sourpuss disposition had long sinced earned him the nickname "Terrible" Dan Turpin, not that he cared. The only thing he cared about was catching the guilty and making sure they go to trial for they crimes and that did not stop at the normal human kind of crook, Turpin was more then willing to lead a charge on any "Super-goon" that threatened his city. This made him one of the Commissioner's first choices of just who was going to make up the SCU. Turpin was proud to be apart of a team that took down the super-goons despite Superman being around, even if he had to take orders another of the city's super-humans.
This morning Turpin stood on the catwalk that overlooked all the forensic scienticists crawl all over the Toy-Bear like ants at a picnic and sipped his third mug of coffee. He was impressed at how hard they worked, didn't understand half a word they said but impressed.
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Post by Foley on May 3, 2013 18:46:25 GMT -5
Turpin turned away from the scene below to continue the conversation he had started before he had been distracted by it. "And you're sure that that big pain in the butt isn't the Toyman's doing?" he asked pointing down below.
Guardian nodded, "You didn't see him when I spoke to him, Dan. He was calm and cooperative right up til he thought we has stolen the plans for our furry friend down there."
"But you're not totally sure are ya?" Turpin asked grinning behind his coffee. It was an ongoing friendly competition between the two men as to who could solve a case dealing with the so-called meta-crimes, so far the Guardian was up by three cases. "That's why ya got the geek-squad down there going over every inch and circuit board in that thing."
"More like I want to make sure Schott doesn't get blamed for something that he's actually innocent of." replied Guardian.
Turpin snorted, "Like that will make any difference in the long run. Winslow Schott is a nutcase with a list of crimes and acts of terror as long as my arm, even if this isn't his toy he isn't getting out of jail or Arkham anytime soon. At least not legally."
Guardian looked down at the scene below for a moment. "Did you know that Schott Toys was ahead of anything else on the market back in it's heyday? The designs they used were considered very advanced tech of the time and that was why Schott Toys were the most sought after and expensive toys on the the shelf."
"There a point yer trying to make?" Turpin asked before draining the last of the coffee.
"Winslow Schott insisted on the best for his toys." the Guardian answered, "Everything was planned out to the smallest detail either on paper or in his head if it was something he wanted to keep from his competitors. I look back at his crimes and that same obsession is there...except this one."
"What do ya mean?"
"That in this attack there was no motive, no method to the madness. Just terror." Guardian answered, "Even at his worst, the Toyman was never about spreading terror and fear."
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