Danny Williams (![]() ![]() @ 2011-06-25 20:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, *log, chin ho kelly, danny williams, kono kalakaua, steve mcgarrett |
Characters: Danny Williams, open to 5-0s and other law enforcement types who want in.
Location: CPD Station
Date: June 25th, midday
Rating: TBD
Summary: The evidence room has been cleared out and Danny's sick of waiting for the locals to do something about it.
Warnings: Strong language, TBD
Life in Colligo, Danny had found, wasn't all that different from life in Hawaii or New Jersey. The location was different, but the crimes remained the same. Bad guys were going to be bad guys no matter where they were, he figured. And, since that Asaph person had decided to bring his daughter along for the ride, it was Danny's job to make sure that this place was as safe as he could make it for her. Aside from the werewolves. And Hell Bitches. And whatever else this city had to throw at them. Those things he wasn't equipped to handle, no matter how much it grated on him to admit that, even to himself.
But, other than the supernatural aspect of things, everything was pretty much good. On this Saturday, Danny was at the office working on a case (several missing locals of the "scum" variety) when some of the witness testimony (also from locals, so it wasn't terribly helpful) reminded him of some photos he'd once seen, working yet another case. He narrowed his eyes, pressing his lips together while he thought. "Can't be a coincidence," he mumbled to himself before nodding and, with a sudden explosion of energy, Danny propelled himself up and out of his chair. Those photos, if he was remembering correctly, would be in the evidence room. And, if he wasn't imagining things, they might provide valuable insight into the case he'd been assigned to investigate. It wasn't until he got to the evidence room door that he remembered.
It was completely empty. None of the local cops had bothered themselves to restore so much as a table in the evidence room. They'd even left the little "greeting card" exactly where the thieves had placed it. How many cases were now completely, hopelessly unsolvable because of this? How many in the future would never get a break?
Glowering, his normally excitable temper coming to a slow rolling bubble, Danny pulled on a latex glove and plucked the dusty card from it's resting place on the floor. "-can't even be bothered to secure evidence, what the hell kind of circus is this place!"
Stalking back to the area where the 5-0s desks were grouped together, Danny tossed the card onto the top of the pile. "We need to do something about this, and we need to do something about this now." His tone left no room for arguments. "The locals are doing fuck all to investigate it, so that leaves us."