(OOC: Yep, long post, about five pages I believe. I might as well just write a book. . .)
Vinna, Eridani Theta, Fortuna
January 28, 2018
“Yo Benny, we’re here,” Trentini said as he nudged his sleeping partner in the passenger seat. Pisano slowly opened his eyes and grumbled in response. He sat up in his seat and saw that they just arrived in a small village, the second one they were ordered to investigate. Due to the last village, Vito, only consisting of a handful of houses and its residents incredibly willing to aid them, the two agents decided they might as well and head off to the next village; Vinna. From their reports, Vinna was a little larger than the first, so the plan was to begin the search once there and continue the next morning, although Pisano wanted to just do everything tomorrow instead. The sun was already disappearing behind the tree line, and he honestly did not want to go around in the dark. The idea was to get the aid of the local law enforcement to help them out, or that’s what Trentini said, so Pisano reluctantly agreed.
Reaching the center of the village, Trentini parked the car next to a two-story, rundown building, a sign saying Town Hall with another sign underneath it saying Vinna Law Enforcement. He looked down at the piece of paper with an address and looked back up at the building, staring at it in a bit of confusion.
“What’s up?” Pisano asked in an anxious, tired voice.
“Oh nothing, we’re where we want to be,” Trentini answered quietly as he attempted to look around the corner of the building, “I just find it odd that there’s no one here.”
“Maybe they’re on call or something,” Pisano shrugged as he shifted into a more comfortable position and closed his eyes.
"Maybe. . .: At that moment, an older gentleman in casual clothing exited the building, lit a cigarette, and began heading in the opposite direction. Trentini quickly rolled down his window and stuck his head out, calling for the man. “Excuse me, sir!” he shouted. The man turned around suddenly and squinted at Trentini for a second before walking up to them.
“Evening gentlemen, you from out of town?” the man asked with a cracked voice, blowing a puff of smoke to the side. The two agents grimaced since smoking was looked down upon extremely in Fortunan society.
“Uh yeah, we just arrived a few minutes ago. We’re. . .” Trentini looked over at Pisano who only shrugged back in response. Turning back to the man, Trentini continued, “we’re part of the Regulatori, and we’re here to meet up with your law enforcement. Are they here or on call somewhere?”
“Regulatori, eh? Maybe you can help them out.”
“Uhm, help out with what?”
“You see, all our officers are busy at a crime scene. From what I heard, poor Sabbatini committed suicide!” Pisano’s eyebrows peaked up at what the man said. Both agents looked at each other in interest, today just got a bit more interesting.
“A. . . suicide?” Trentini slowly asked.
“That’s right, shot himself in his own workshop! Poor fella, a bit of a loner, but he was a kind man. Always driving about and bringing supplies to us from the big city, just yesterday he came back with this week’s orders. Good man, always brought me a new pack of cigarettes. Now. . .” the old man bowed his head in respect before puffing another smoke. The two agents too remained silent, but they were mainly just thinking over this new information.
“Where did arrive from exactly?” Pisano questioned.
“Hmm, let’s see,” the man paused for a second as he rubbed his chin, “came from one of those border towns in the west, I believe. A dangerous place to drive in, I heard there is a bunch of Ambravian terrorists camped out in that area. Your bunch are no better either, always stealing Sabbatini’s stuff during his drive. If I were to bet, I would say it’s you blasted Fortunans’ fault for his death.” He blew another puff of smoke, but this time into Trentini’s face. Neither agents reacted except for Trentini who mildly coughed. There was an odd silence between them until Pisano leaned over and grabbed the cigarette from the man’s mouth and throwing it to the ground.
“Hey, what the hell was that for?!” the man shouted. Pisano only smiled and sat back in his seat.
“We’ll be needing the address to this crime scene.”
By the time they arrived at the Sabbatini residence, the sun had already disappeared and Vinna was washed over with the first darkness of night. Trentini brought the car to a stop next to an old car with Vinna Police printed on the side and another black, more modern car with the emblem of the Regulatori on its side.
“Looks like our guys are here too,” Trentini stated as he finished parking the vehicle and stepped out into the cold night.
“Good, this will make things much easier,” Pisano replied as he too stepped out, buttoning his coat up and putting a pair of gloves on. As they neared the entrance of the house, two men in blue, ragged uniforms and another man wearing the black, Regulatori uniform stepped out and closed the distance with the two agents.
“Evening gentlemen, how may I help you?” the Regulatori asked, placing his hand on his gun.
“Regulatori, from Tanta,” Pisano said, showing off his badge to the officers. Trentini did likewise and showed off his badge. “We’re the ones who called in this morning.”
“Oh yeah,” the older police officer said, snapping his finger in recognition, “I forgot about that. You two are here to do that village-wide search or something. Sorry we weren’t at the station to greet you, you probably already know why.”
“Yes,” Trentini nodded in response, “we’ve been told it was a suicide. Quite unfortunate.”
The three officers looked at each other oddly, gaining the two agents attention even further. Finally, the older officer responded. “So, is that what they are telling you down there?” Pisano and Trentini looked at each other for a second before looking back and nodding.
“We’ll let that be the current story in the meantime,” the Regulatori officer continued, “but we’re certain that we’re actually dealing with a murder.” He paused as he studied the two agents before nodding. “Well since you too are from Tanta, I don’t see any problem in letting you in on this. C’mon, I’ll show you the crime scene.” The group followed the Regulatori officer out back to where a small shed sat, its door barred to prevent anyone from looking inside. After unlocking the door, the officer pushed it open and turned on the one light that hanged above in the middle of the room. Inside, the shed did not look out of the ordinary except for a large blood splotch on the ground.
“The body was found here a couple hours ago by a local,” the officer began explaining. “He was lying face down right where that blood splotch is with a couple bullet holes in his back and a gun in his hand. It’s been assumed that he died nearly six hour ago. At first glance, I wouldn’t be surprised if someone thought it was a suicide, but we concluded that that would be impossible.”
“Unless he was extremely flexible, how would he have shot himself in the back. . .” Pisano figured, kneeling next to the spot.
“Exactly,” the older officer cut in. “Plus, I am certain Sabbatini would never do this. Sure, he was a bit of an outsider, but the Sabbatini I know would never go that far. Must I also mention that he never owned a gun? Clearly someone wanted him dead and try to blame it on suicide. . .”
Pisano nodded in understanding before standing up and making his way to the table. It was cluttered with tools and scraps of metal and what appeared to be leather. Odd.
“Since we agreed that he was murdered, we’ve been searching his home for evidence of possible enemies that he might have had,” the Regulatori officer went on explaining. “He has been working along the border a lot recently, so maybe he got on someone’s bad side. I’ve got the officers here to begin investigating all the residents in the area, there is a good possibility that the suspect might be right under our noses.”
“Trentini, check this out,” Pisano said, ignoring what the officer was saying. Trentini, who was busy taking notes, made his way over to Pisano.
“Look at this leather,” Pisano said quietly, placing a large chunk on top of Trentini’s notepad, “doesn’t it look familiar?” Trentini picked up the piece of leather and brought it closer to his eyes, taking him a few seconds to see the resemblance.
“Is this what I think it is?!” he asked excitedly.
“Looks like it,” Pisano responded, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his phone. He brought up a zoomed in picture of the briefcase and compared it to the leather scraps. “Yep, pretty much identical.”
“Does that mean that his Mr. Sabbatini fellow had the briefcase?” Trentini asked. Pisano only shrugged in response before turning to the three officers.
“Do any of you by chance know what Mr. Sabbatini was doing here?”
“Beats me,” the older officer said, “looks like he must have been trying to get something open. Beyond that, I have no idea.” The room fell silent for a while until the younger officer spoke up hesitantly.
“Is it possible he was killed over whatever he was opening then?” he asked nervously. No one answered him, but by the looks of it, he might actually be right. By then, it was the most plausible theory that Pisano had. Sabbatini must have attempted to open the briefcase, maybe even successfully opening it, before his death. During that time, someone, maybe a person who was helping him, decided to kill him and take the briefcase for themselves. They must have realized the importance of the briefcase by then if someone would go as far as murder, which means they might have seen its contents. . .
“Officer,” Pisano hollered at the Regulatori officer, “do you have the murder weapon with you?”
“Oh uh, yeah, I have it, uh, right here,” he mumbled as he grabbed for something behind him, revealing a pistol. “I was, uhm, just holding it for safe keeping. . .” he handed the pistol over to Pisano who quickly grabbed it and brought it to the light. The goddesses must really favor him because engraved on the side of the gun was the letters “LR.” Well what do you know, just as Pisano expected. In his hands he was holding General Rani’s personal pistol, one of the items that the agents were told was in the briefcase. So, this Sabbatini fellow was successful in opening the briefcase, had the gun removed, and was later shot with it. By luck, or that’s what Pisano believed, they finally found where the briefcase went, but that only led to more questions. Who shot Sabbatini? Why did they shoot him? And where are they now?
Placing the pistol in his own, empty holster, Pisano faced the officers with fire in his eyes. He did not know why, but this case was definitely intriguing. So many question, so many possibilities, just the case he was looking for. “You two,” he said, pointing at the local officers, “bring me all the information on every single resident in Vinna. And you,” now turning to the Regulatori officer, “report to HQ on the situation and call for backup immediately. Hurry!” The three of them jumped at the agent’s outburst before quickly turning and heading back to the front.
“So, are we onto something?” Trentini asked with a smile, glad to see that his partner come to life.
“We’re on the right track,” Pisano replied, looking down at his phone, the picture of the briefcase still displayed, “we are definitely on the right track.”
Hidden in the forage, a pair of eyes watched intently as the officers and agents roamed around the Sabbatini residence. With keen ears, they were able to hear every word the men said. It did not take long for the figure to put two and two together to realize that the agents found what they were looking for. As the group finished their search of the area and hopped into their vehicles, the spy quietly backed up and headed into the forest, off to tell his leader of his find.