Blown-Out Deal

[Anirion]

Loguetown, the perfect place to conduct some business with the right people. If there's anything that pirates need, it's always more guns, the 500 beli to the 1,000 when bought at Toroa, and sold at Loguetown. In other words, he's bought about 250,000 beli's worth of guns from Toroa, and planned to sell them at Loguetown for 500,000 beli to an interested party. Some crew called the Silver Eyed Pirates. Pretty fancy, and naturally one would think; are they actually silver-eyed? That was his most trivial thought at the beginning of this, if it weren't for the way that the deal went down.

It was set at a construction site not in use that day, very deliberately picked and chosen for that date. He brought his own men, the entirety of the silver-eyed crew were in attendance. All went well, until his crew counted the beli, only coming up to 400,000 beli. The pirates feigned ignorance, pretending that they heard otherwise from the agreed amount. Before Gale could even calm down the heat of the moment, guns were being shot, bodies were dropped and before he knew it, a majority of the people involved in the deal were shot down and killed. He was sure that marines would be all over the scene, so he had to think on the spot.

He played the good samaritan, the moment that he saw the first marine, he "reported" the bodies. Gale had been behind cover the whole time, not involving himself in the fight. The moment that he decided to check things out, all he saw were bodies of both pirates and his own mooks, he assumed that anyone else ran. And he had no doubt that he would've been linked one way or another to this, so he had to control that narrative. Only thing is, he didn't expect the marine response to be so strong. The whole scene is now littered with marines, investigating the bodies, guns, and even the chest of beli containing 400,000. Regrettable, and all in all, this was a complete loss. It'd take some time to build up that money again for another deal but for now, he had to get out of there as soon as the marines would allow him to.

No blood was thankfully on him, but he only wore an black buttoned shirt, dark blue pants with black lined patterns and smart black shoes. He was wearing a white-vest with a golden-lined pattern before, but he had to throw it out. He had to look like an "average man", and even went as far as to messy up his swept back hair. So far, he was currently sat down on a wooden crate by the entrance to the construction site. His alibi is a man named Robin Huyck, just casually walking along the street, saw the bodies and blood and then reported it. That's all the marines really knew. He just hoped they didn't go into extensive questioning about his background.

[Fox]

Why was it that whenever they visited Loguetown, they got wrapped up in some sort of kerfuffle? If she didn’t know any better, she might say that Captain Mon Roy was a little too loose in his administration at B-3. She did know better, however, so she wouldn’t say anything aloud. Still, it was frustrating.

There was only so much that she could do from her position as an Ensign. Rosie didn’t particularly care to rise in the ranks, but doing so enough to have authority on these sorts of things wouldn’t be terrible so long as she could still spend most of her time in the laboratory. She didn’t even get much lab time as it stood with taking care of her recruits. Rosie shook her head and adjusted her glasses. Laments for another time.

Rosie stared down at the bodies strewn on the ground before her indifferently, feeling nothing but a grim sort of satisfaction that scum had saved her the work of eliminating scum. Still, with the Marines having arrived after the initial chaos, rounding up all of the still living criminals would prove challenging.

They’d have to send out patrols, blockade the port, and other such nonsense. Fortunately, Mon Roy was by and large already coordinating the efforts on the scene. He’d wanted her unit specifically due to their Devil Fruit abilities for help in tracking down the perpetrators. She didn’t relish this assignment for Reynard, but given his promotion, she couldn’t shield him from the worst of this world forever.

“Warrant Officer Reynard Ayoki,” she called, knowing he’d appear at her side as swiftly as inhumanly possible, “Investigate the immediate area. See if you can’t find additional evidence or catch the scent of any escaped criminals. Please utilize the Seamen Apprentices and above. The recruits will be outside with me, questioning the witnesses and taking statements.”

With her orders given, Rosie patted Reynard on the shoulder and turned on her heel, heading outside. Her long pink hair was wrapped around her neck like a scarf to shield her nose from the stench of blood and bodies. She pulled it away from her mouth a little as she stepped outside, it gleaming in the morning sun. Her tired scarlet eyes considered the very few witnesses. Passersby who has just happened to hear the commotion. Only one person had actually gone to see the bodies, it seemed. She’d start there.

“Good morning, sir,” Rosalyn began in her usual flat monotone, “I just need to ask you a few questions if that’s alright.”

Pulling out a notepad and pen, Rosie flipped to a clean page. She was going to ask her questions whether he acquiesced or not, but it was good to maintain a cordial facade for the sake of professionalism. Despite looking a bit disheveled, the man was rather smartly dressed, though his wardrobe seemed to be lacking something. He couldn’t be a construction worker, which led to some curiosity about what brought him to the construction site.

“How did you happen to come by the bodies?”

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[Sam]

If it weren’t for Mon Roy having his hands full with recent events involving a local prison break out with Captain Wu and a man whose description suspiciously resembled Jan… well Reynard and Rosalyn would likely not be here investigating the recent turn of events. A local shoot out it would seem… nothing too shabby truth. But with recent events having extra hands on deck to assist especially zoan users was more than useful.

“Warrant Officer Reynard Ayoki,”

Reynard’s ears perked up as he heard Rosalyn’s familiar voice calling out for him. Immediately he seemingly blinked next to her a gust of wind serving to alert her of his presence. A swift hand was placed over his forehead saluting his superior.

“Reporting for duty, Ensign Lovelace!”

With a nod he swiftly got to work on the gory scene. Seaman Reynard… the one from almost a year ago would have been revolted by the scene before him. Afraid even. But he was a different person now having experienced all a fraction of what the world had to offer. Death was part of said offering. As unfortunate as that was. Reynard motioned for some of the more experienced seamen to approach him.

“Follow my lead and investigate the scene. Tell me if you find anything out of the unordinary.”

The small group saluted him.

“Aye, aye!”

As he said those words the young man partially transformed his eyes into those of a fox. They became yellow-orange and slit… but his vision was now significantly more enhanced taking in every little detail. He couldn’t find anything of interest or so he felt until a nearby seaman called out to him.

“Warrant Officer Ayoki, come look at this.”

Immediately, Reynard rushed over to see a slumped over body hidden behind a crate. A bullet wound was situated on the blonde man’s chest decorating his sun-kissed skin in red ichor. He’d been no older than 30 years old… well built and strong. Likely a swordsman judging by the bloodied cutlass that resided still in the grasp of his cold dead hands. But really, the most important detail was the chest he clutched tightly with his right arm. Reynard analyzed the object without touching it at all. Whatever it was. It was probably important enough for this man to risk his life for and would maybe give an inkling of knowledge as to what this whole ordeal was about.

“Hm… let us see what's in here and report this to Ensign Lovelace.”

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[Anirion]

If the chest were to be opened by Ayoki, they would find a chest full of coins, treasure and bills. They wouldn't be able to determine how much there is based on eyesight alone, but if they were to count the value of it altogether, it'd add up to 400,000 beli. It might become pretty evident quickly that whatever went down, it had something to do with the large amount of beli in the chest.

Gale... or should one say, Robin is playing a stressed, worried-looking man that couldn't believe the violence of what happened. As soon as that question came in, he kept his physical façade up, but when he looked into those eyes of the pink-haired woman, he understood pretty quickly that is someone serious. Not someone to play someone's heartstrings with. "That's okay. I'm just visiting family, today was my last day at Loguetown and they told me I should see all the sights first before I go, like the execution site of that Roger guy. I was off in the distance when I heard all these gunshots firing off, at first, I ran away but as soon as I heard no more gunshots, I wanted to make sure everything was okay. I... walked into that." he pointed towards the scene in general, of all the bodies. "And I reported it as soon as I saw it." there was a level of emotion in his voice throughout that as far as he knew, was convincing enough that the situation shocked him a little bit. Not too much that it was too dramatic, but ideally just the right amount, for a "civilian" who's never seen something like that before, and are trying their best to keep their head together and really help the authorities.

He only waited patiently until they had any other questions. A small part of him was very tempted to say if they needed anything else, but that would show a level of calmness that would break the little persona he's trying to put on. No, he was stuck here as long as the marines had questions, or suspected him. 

[Fox]

Rosie kept her scarlet eyes on the man that she was questioning. Not just his face, but his body language as well. He appeared to be stressed and worried, which one could consider normal for a passerby who stumbled across a crime scene. One could also consider the tension in his body to be that of a criminal desperately trying to avoid being caught. It wasn’t clear which it was immediately. So, Rosie maintained eye contact as the man answered, seeing a flicker of recognition in his eyes. She was fairly sure that it wasn’t him recognizing who she was, no, it was something else. Recognizing, perhaps, the gravity of the situation?

Visiting family. On vacation? A tourist? Rosie once again glanced down at his clothing. Not exactly clothes for a day on the town, were they? Or a man on vacation. Hm. Well, she just jotted down the inconsistency in her notes and allowed him to carry on. So, he heard gunshots in the distance and ran in the opposite direction, then went back to the scene? It would have been difficult to pinpoint the precise location if he’d heard the shots in the distance. More than that…

“I’m very sorry you had to see that, sir,” Rosie began, practicing her faux empathy in order to disarm her subject. That - and she just needed to practice lest she sound like a robot in front of her recruits. “Why didn’t you immediately report the gunshots to the Marines when you heard them? It was very dangerous for you to approach the scene. You could have been shot yourself.”

In case this was an innocent bystander, it was likely important to impress upon them that what they had done was magnificently and stupendously stupid. If this were a suspect, this concern would likely assure them that they were getting away with it. Overconfidence led to mistakes, and the more inconsistencies that she could stack up against them, the better the case.

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