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Post by Raul Peña on Jun 23, 2009 15:03:35 GMT -6
Raul was not a happy man at all that day. He'd been in bed with another random girl he'd picked up from a club the previous night when armed police had busted down his door and dragged him out half-naked. Why? He knew exactly why. That damn FBI agent from the Ambassador and Striker's gym no doubt - Raul remembered he mentioned something about a murder, with a minor involved.
So here he was, sat inside an interrogation room, his hands cuffed tightly. The Spaniard looked around at the mirrored window, just knowing that some smug cop was behind there watching him. All he could do was wait, and hope it was going to be over with soon, he had business to attend to. It probably wasn't going to be that easy, though... the cops managed to raid plenty of narcotics stashed away in his apartment too. It was going to be a long-ass day, that was for sure.
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Samuel "Jimmy" Stark
FBI 
Special Agent of FBI Organized Crime Unit
Somethings are never forgotten
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Post by Samuel "Jimmy" Stark on Jun 23, 2009 15:34:49 GMT -6
Samuel stared at the room where Raul was. He had been assigned for this murder investigation just this morning and the only information he had been given was a small paper. In it was the quick briefing of what this man was accused off. Murder of a minor, holding of narcotics and what else.
"Where is the agent..what was his name again?" Samuel asked from the man standing behind him.
"Sorry but i can't recall what his name was" the man said. "Well i am not going to wait for him" Samuel said and walked out of the room.
He looked around in the corridor before he walked to interrogation rooms door. "Mr. Pena or is that even your name?" Samuel asked when he stepped in closing the door behind him. "Do you know why you are here?" he continued with a kind tone.
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Post by Raul Peña on Jun 23, 2009 15:42:56 GMT -6
Raul briefly looked up to the guy that waltzed in, but didn't say anything to him. He fucking hated these guys... Cops, FBI, whatever you want to call them, he hated them. They just didn't understand the politics of the underworld, organized crime and all that. In Raul's eyes, all they did was flick through their mugshots and whoever they landed on, they'd decided to accuse. But the weird thing was, Raul didn't have a mugshot - he was clean. Dirty, but clean... this was the first time they'd brought him in for anything... the first time he'd been caught.
"No, I'm Mickey fucking mouse, Cabron" he muttered with a smirk, his spanish accent fairly thick - it was odd that he had a sense of humour in this situation, but he was no pushover " Any chance of a cigarette?". Raul chose to ignore the question, even if the guy tried to be civil with him, the Spaniard wasn't going to give him anything, and would make their work here a living nightmare if he had to. With that said, he leaned back in the chair and waited for his reaction.
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Samuel "Jimmy" Stark
FBI
Special Agent of FBI Organized Crime Unit
Somethings are never forgotten
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Post by Samuel "Jimmy" Stark on Jun 23, 2009 16:17:02 GMT -6
Samuel noticed the accent of Raul, it was a Spanish one. Typical, he thought while he sat on the opposite side of the table.
"Sorry i don't smoke" Samuel answered to the mans need for a cigarette. He looked at the paper. There was no previous record of this guy, absolutely nothing. It almost seemed that this guy had just came to New York.
"So mister Pena, where are you from Mexico, Cuba, Columbia?" Samuel asked. "You smuggled heroine from Columbia, is that it?" he continued. Samuel thought that with interrogating about the narcotics would loosen this guy up.
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Post by Raul Peña on Jun 24, 2009 1:44:10 GMT -6
Raul smirked at the denial of his cigarette, but it was the kind of smirk that held some anger and frustration, it was more of a front than a genuine expression. This only grew even more when he failed to identify his nationality - Raul hated that. " I come from España" he corrected, rolling his eyes at sighing at the ignorance.
"No. Why smuggle... when there is already so much here already?" he explained with a smile, lifting his chained hands to place his elbows on the desk to allow him some hand gestures while he spoke " That goes to show... just how terrible you all are at your jobs. 15 year old boys to fully grown men can get hold of whatever they please". Raul made a reference to the murder victim for a reason - it was obvious the youngster had been meddling with things he shouldn't have.
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Samuel "Jimmy" Stark
FBI
Special Agent of FBI Organized Crime Unit
Somethings are never forgotten
Posts: 35
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Post by Samuel "Jimmy" Stark on Jun 24, 2009 4:56:09 GMT -6
The answer of Raul made Samuel angry but the refused to show it to him. This guy must thought that he is all though and smart.
"Spain, Mexico, Columbia, they are all the same" Samuel said. Well he was lying when he said that Spain was like the rest of them, he didn't really think that way but for the sake of the investigation he had to. "You all come here trying to make a living but instead you end up doing what you know best, crimes" he continued and leaned backwards.
It was clear that the man knew why he was here, the murder of minor. "And you are here to help them?" Samuel asked. "To get them into narcotics, is that right?" he continued. He didn't really care about the narcotics, he could already come up with fake evidence to put this guy behind bars but he had a feeling that this was more bigger than just a random murder.
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Post by Raul Peña on Jun 24, 2009 10:17:46 GMT -6
Raul shook his head and offered a devilish smirk. As much as he wanted to get into a slanging match with the FBI, it wasn't going to help his case. Even though he'd never been in this situation before, he could tell the interrogator just wanted to get him fired up, back him into a verbal corner until he gave in or accidentally said some info. They were sneaky... no different from the mafia, in that sense.
" Look... until I get my lawyer..." Raul sighed, briefly inspecting the handcuffs "No comment". Drugs were his thing, yes, and he may sell them to people that shouldn't have them, but what was the big deal, he was breaking the law either way. Still, he didn't know anything about the murder... as far as he knew, it wasn't any of the DiLeonardos... he would have knew about it.
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Samuel "Jimmy" Stark
FBI
Special Agent of FBI Organized Crime Unit
Somethings are never forgotten
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Post by Samuel "Jimmy" Stark on Jun 24, 2009 10:38:08 GMT -6
Samuel smiled. "You think a lawyer can save you?" he said. He knew that they would be able to put this man away just for the narcotics but the case was still unfinished. "You want your lawyer, fine be that way" Samuel said and stood up. He walked to the door and opened it but stopped. "Just so you know, no matter how hard you try i am still going to see you behind bars" Samuel said and walked out.
As the door closed behind him he took a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and lighted one. He took a long inhale and then let the smoke come out slowly. "Get this mans lawyer" he started. "And dig up anything you can find on him, every smallest crime, every move he has made, every one he has met, everything" Samuel said to the agents standing outside the interrogating room. "And get me the agent who issued this arrest" he ended.
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Post by leear on Jun 24, 2009 13:23:12 GMT -6
Leear was not a happy man, being called into work for this interrigation, he got their and walked straight into the interrigation room, ignroing everything else, he looked at Samuel and smiled "Hi Im Leear, you must be Samuel Stark?" He looked at Raul and grinned "Hey! You kicked my ass in the gym! Im back, did you miiss me?" Leear threw a folder at Samuel "Hes practicaly fucking clean, its un-real"
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Samuel "Jimmy" Stark
FBI
Special Agent of FBI Organized Crime Unit
Somethings are never forgotten
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Post by Samuel "Jimmy" Stark on Jun 24, 2009 13:30:18 GMT -6
Samuel looked at the guy who just marched in to the interrogating room. Who does he think he is?, Samuel thought himself. He followed this Leear, that was what he had introduced himself as, to the room. "Who the hell do you think you are?" Samuel asked with an frustraded tone. He barely catched the folder Leear threw at him. "You can't just march in here, we are in the middle of an investigation" Samuel continued. "I am forced to ask you to leave" he said and pointed at the door.
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Post by leear on Jun 24, 2009 13:34:57 GMT -6
"Im gonna have to ask you to shut the fuck up" Leear said at him grinning "Raul you killed that fucking kid! If you admit to it ill try and get your sentance knocked down! If you wanna go the hard way we can" Leear pulled his bag off, opened it and pulled out a phone book, hopefully Avery wouldnt find out "Lock that door Sammy" Leear said smiling, he was already annoyed and Sam asking him to leave had made it worse.
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Samuel "Jimmy" Stark
FBI
Special Agent of FBI Organized Crime Unit
Somethings are never forgotten
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Post by Samuel "Jimmy" Stark on Jun 24, 2009 13:43:09 GMT -6
"What!?" Samuel shouted. It seemed that this kid was really annoyed of something and he and the suspect seemed to have common history together. Samuel didn't say anything back as he wanted to see how this was going to turn out. "Who are you calling 'Sammy'?" Samuel said while he locked the door. The kid pulled out an phonebook and the same moment it was all clear to him, he had seen this happening before. He waved at the men in the other room to leave, he didn't want that this kid would get into any trouble. He then turned around.
"You might want to reconsider on what you are planning to do?" Samuel said and threw his cigarrette on the ground.
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Post by leear on Jun 24, 2009 13:47:32 GMT -6
Leear looked at him and yelled back "Do not yell at me! This is my fucking case!" He turnt around and looked Raul in the eye "This is going to be a long fucking night for you isnt it son?" He looked at Sam and frowned "Listen if your not okat with this leave, if you are stay its going to be fun, can I have a ciggarete?" He began smiling and put the phonebook on the table "Touch it ill knock your teeth down your sick spanish throat"
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Post by Raul Peña on Jun 24, 2009 13:56:11 GMT -6
Raul could only sit and try not to laugh when the two FBI bickered between each other like school kids. At least the mafiosi had respect between one another, respect for their higher-ups... but these guys, they were on the same side and still had disputes. It was amusing, but at the same time irritating - Raul wanted this over with so he could return to bed, but when the phone book emerged, he could tell it was going to be a bumpy ride.
" Ah! You're going to order some pizza?" Raul joked, seeming completely unnerved by their threats. The Spaniard had been through and seen a whole lot worse than anything they would have the guts to do.. this was child's play. " Now, about my lawyer...".
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Samuel "Jimmy" Stark
FBI
Special Agent of FBI Organized Crime Unit
Somethings are never forgotten
Posts: 35
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Post by Samuel "Jimmy" Stark on Jun 24, 2009 14:10:10 GMT -6
Samuel couldn't bealive his ears. This kid really didn't show any respect. "After this we are going to have a little chat" Samuel said. "I might stay" Samuel answered to the kid. "As i have allready said to Mr. Pena i don't smoke" Samuel smiled. That was his answer to all who asked a cigarrette from him, he didn't like people who had no money to pay their own cigarettes. He leaned towards the glass and waited for what was going to happen next.
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