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Update on things

Tue Nov 25, 2014, 7:23 PM


I know haven't felt the greatest in the last few days.  But I do want to keep you guys posted on things.

First off, Things are looking up for my grandpap.  He is doing well and they are planning to do something with the problems he has.  They think it's a infection in the back which also pertains to a urinal infection.  They are planning something to drain it or treat it.  Not sure if it will be at the hospital he's at or the one in the city.  Either we, he's doing well.  They are also planning to do an Echo-something-or-other on his heart.  Just to see how his heart rate is.  That whole episode was really scary.  

As far as my best friend goes,  he died in his sleep.  Only forty years old, but was born with heart problems.  It's starting to sink in for me at this point.  AS a musician, he was a brother.  We grew together as musicians, and were really close considering I'm a bassist, and he was a drummer.  Call me selfish or an asshole for saying this, but. . .  I don't give a rats ass what other musicians will say, nor do I care if they are a guitarist, singer, keyboardist, horn player what have you.  They may claim to know what a bond is, but they don't really know what it truly means.  They will never be able to share the bond both a bass player, and a drummer have.  We are team players.  Our job is work together to keep the feet moving.  In a way, it's how we grow closer.  Musicians are a family as well.  It was a really hefty blow for me.  It still is.  

As I had said, I have been loopy today.  The reality is starting to sink in.  I almost cracked a few times today, and yesterday.  But so far, nothing.  I don't know if I really want to.  As I mentioned to a few of his family members, I feel like a big chunk of me is gone.  Maybe I'm over exaggerating that, but that's just how I feel about it.  It's a piece of me that I will never see again physically.

His funeral is this Saturday though.  What really sucks is his 18 year old son found him whom seems to be taking it very well so far.  I have been thinking about seeing his immediate family.  His dad mainly since I'm really close to those guys.  My gut says do it, but at the same time, they want to be left alone.  It's an odd debate.  Part of me wishes I knew what to do.  

In all honesty, this whole thing is surreal.  Like it's just a really bad dream.  One that I can't wake up from.  The tough part will be moving on from this.  I'm sure I will be able to, it's just the anticipation to the memorial service is the rough part.  It's going to drag. . . 

This is just a quick update which spiraled somehow.  I'm probably going to be a bit loopy for a while until after things are said and done.  I know a benefit was planned for January.  When and whom, I don't know.  But I know it's going to be a big one I think.  He touched a lot of people during his span.  He sure as hell did with me.  

Anyways, that's it for me.  Off to keep busy and try to settle my loopy situation.

-Vee-


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I hate this weekend

Journal Entry: Sun Nov 23, 2014, 8:00 PM
Too much negative shit hit this weekend for me.  Well, maybe 'm exaggerating there, but their are two major things that basically shot my ass down emotionally.  

The first one being my Grandfather.  Last night, he was having some health issues and was rushed to the hospital.  His Parkinsons got really bad.  He's fine thankfully, but going to be in the Nursing home for recovery time.  So, the family may spend Turkey Day at the Nursing home this year.  It scares the hell out of me.  He's the only grandfather I have.  I don't have two like most people do.  I'm also concerned for my dad since he isn't sure what he'll do should something happen to Grandpap.  He feels Grandpap should be in a nursing home, but Gram Gram Won't allow it.  I for one think he shouldn't have to go since Gram Gram is still around.  But I think it should be left alone.  It's not the kins decision.  They've been married since 1938.  Let them enjoy the rest of it together.

As if that wasn't bad enough.  This morning I received a phone call that a very close friend of mine died in his sleep this morning.  Now, I don't know if anyone really knows much about musicians, but when you work with someone for so long, you grow very close to each other, like a family.  In a sense, he was a brother to me.  We shared a four year bond, and blossomed together as musicians before going out separate ways to pursue other interests.  From my understanding, he died in his sleep.  Still, it's a big slap in the face for me.  I went to band practice with a different group to clear my head, then went to my friends house.  Much of it helped.  

But overall, I'm. . .  Numb.  I can't feel, I can't express in any way shape or form.  Just dead.  Maybe its just natural reaction, but I still can't feel at all.  

Talk about a lousy way to finish up the year.  Not really how I wanted to Celebrate my Turkey Day.  

Anyways, I'm gonna go into my shell for a while.  I should have something up really soon.

-Vee-

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Going through junk mail was like weeding a garden, only on a computer as opposed to outdoors.  I swear for every one important message I get from the forensic labs, justice department, etc.  I get about five of them pertaining to my sex life or a yearly subscribtion to Maxim magazine or Popular mechanics.  What I find funny is the the sex life emails seem to think I'm a woman as opposed to a man.  'Call now and we'll guarantee your breasts will be what your man is looking for!' I almost laugh at those.  Maybe I should have Wally trace these emails just to see what snot nosed punk was trying to pull a fast one.  Would cease them for the most part.  Though not by much I think.  Things like that only scratch the surface.

For the time being I focused on some possible leads pertaining to the missing kids.  Whomever these guys were, knew what they were doing.  Covering their tracks carefully from what I can tell.  Some of the other evidence was collected by the blue boys and sent out for processing.  Shoe prints, tread prints, DNA analysis, fingerprints.  The E-Mails would be sent to me on an update, or Cathy would call me.  In either case, I would be the first to know about the results.  As it should be considering I'm the senior detective assigned to it.  I received an e-mail with the different crime scene photos and printed them out on photo paper.  Before forwarding the files to the lab.  I sent it to Cathy, leaving a note with it.  Nothing fancy, just something to give her an idea what I'm looking for.  She should get done within a couple of days or so.  I examined the images myself reviewing the scenario in my head.  While doing so, Jonsey walked in with a copy of his report at the residence we were at a few hours prior.  "How did it go?" I asked him.  

"Lousy." Jonsey responded disappointed.  "The parents didn't give much.  It's like this was at random."  

"I doubt it is random.  Something else is brewing here."

"Three or four kids missing here, Reed.  It can't be a coincidence."

"Now, your jumping to conclusions." I pointed out.  "We may have little to go by, but we can work with it."  I looked over the photos of the crime scenes we looked into within the last few weeks or so.  The scenes were the same.  The rooms were undisturbed, no signs of struggle.  Window was cracked open.  Though some trace evidence was left behind in each of them.  Dirt on the carpet in one, A piece of fabric in the recent one, a shoe print in another, and a small fiber strand of some kind.  Most of it was a jigsaw puzzle, but could get something from it.  Jonesy watched me as I worked.  "What are you thinking, Reed?" 

"Their is a connection, just gotta find it." I said.  "If these were random it would've been any random house." I said.  "Did you get a photo of the latest missing persons?"

"No, parents are supposed to receive the most recent school photograph within a few days or so."

"Just like the other ones."  I sighed.  "It's hard to tell what we're dealing with here.  Without seeing a photo, we can't get much information."

"I know, though we could use one of the other photographs."

"No, they wouldn't work too well since the features change from one age group to the next."  I said.  "We need the most recent photo of the missing persons.  That way we can narrow down where to search and get some help from the public if need be."  Jonsey sighed.  "We got names though, don't we?" I asked him.

"Yeah, why?"

"Try getting in touch with the photo company and see if they can forward a copy of each missing persons to us."

"I don't know if they will go with that." 

I looked to Jonesy.  "We need to cover all the bases."  I looked over to see Marlon signaling me at the door.  I nodded collecting what I had so far getting up from my desk.  "Try doing some more digging on these individuals.  Find out who their friends were see what you can find out."

"Where are you going?" Jonsey asked me as I carried the file with me.  "To see the Cheif.  I need to give him an update."

"You know I should be there with you.  I AM part of this too!"

"You take care of the phone calls like I asked you to."  I turned to face Jonsey stopping for a second.

"For Christ sake Reed!"

"Time is against us Jonsey!" I pointed out.  "We can't be screwing around, and I don't want to delay any longer than I have to."

"Then why don't YOU make those damn phone calls?"

"Because I asked YOU to."  I pointed out.  "Kids lives are at stake here, Jonsey.  Don't argue, just do it!"

Jonsey sighed in annoyance.  I could tell he was doing whatever he could to shine on the spotlight.  "Fine. . .  I'll take care of it."  I nodded to him.  "We have our assigned roles here, Jonesy.  I'll let you know how things turn out." I said turning to head to Winslow's office.  Now, here is an interesting question: You ever get into one of those awkward moments when you turn without looking, nearly bumping into someone else as a result?  Well, that's what happened with me when I started for that direction.  When I turned, I almost bumped into a woman without looking.  Fortunately, I stopped myself before I wound up colliding.  "Oh!" I said a bit shoked.  The woman had short, shoulder length wavy hair on her.  Glasses on her nose, a bit innocent looking to me.  Though her build was near perfection, strangely enough.  I turned slight pink in the cheeks as I scooted around her.  "erm. . . S-sorry about that.  I erm. . . wasn't paying attention.  K-kinda in a hurry here. . .  Y-your not hurt are you?"  I said while watching her.  I didn't really catch too much on her expression or reaction.  I was so embarrassed I nearly bumped into her that all I cared about was seeing Winslow.  

"It's my fault." she said.  "I wasn't paying much attention.  I'm fine, thanks.  You didn't knock me over."

I turned redder int he cheeks nodding.  "Erm. . .  W-well, I uh. . . T-that is. . ."  She giggled a little.  "I think someone is waiting for you. . ." she pointed to the door behind me.  I looked behind me seeing Winslow waiting and shook my head trying to clear my thoughts.  "Oh!  Y-yeah!  I am in a bit of a hurry.   S-sorry again, miss.  I'll uh. . .  Well erm. . ."  I sighed in annoyance about the shyness.  "I'll uh, probably catch you later sometime Miss."   I spun around really quickly shutting the door to Winslow's office catching my breath.  Lord if their was one thing I was terrible at, it was talking to women.  The only exception was Cathy since I've been around her for so long.  White Owl I was getting there some, but not much.  I looked to Winslow who was Adjusting himself after getting off the phone.  "Almost caught your foot in your mouth that time." He said to me.  I took a second or two to calm my nerves.  "Yeah. . . The story of my life." I said in response looking around his room for a second.  I noticed the window near his desk was opened with the wind blowing.  Most people assume he was hot, but I knew better.  Having worked with her in the past, it didn't take rocket science to figure it out.  "Getting her involved with this too?"

"No, she's working on another case for me." Winslow answered.  

"One of the weirdos in town?"

"Could say that."  He adjusted his tie getting comfortable.  "I have the Mayor, and Commissioner on my heels since these multiple cases came up.  People are starting to grow weary." he explained.  "I'm just hoping some sight peeks through the cracks at some point."

"We're doing what we can on our end, Chief."

"Yeah, I know. Just the pressure is rough sometimes."

"You can say that again. . ." I said to him recalling my temporary position as head honcho while Winslow was out.  I doubt I would ever want to deal with that again.  Too much stress even for me.  But if it did come down to it, I would do so if asked.  Winslow looked to me, leaning back on his desk folding his arms across his chest  "So, what did you find out?  Something good, I hope?"
Children of the Order - Part III
Third installement.  Things are being paced at a timely fashion at the moment.  Things will start to pick up though.  :)

Payton Reed is property of Yours Truly

The Mentioned White Owl, and Winslow are property of :iconWhite0wlsuperherine: whom were used with permission.

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I arrived at the station later that morning seeing the same kid at the front desk still stuffing his face with Twinkies.  I just rolled my eyes at him as I walked on by.  "You ever do anything else aside from eating?" I questioned him.  He didn't skip a beat on answering.  "You know. . .  Fara faid da fame fing to me."

"Manners, kiddo.  Shouldn't be talking with your mouth full."

He shrugged at me while I headed to the forensic labs.  "One of these days he's gonna wind up a diabetic. . ."  I grumbled to myself taking the elevator down the cave.  Upon pushing the button, I saw someone rushing to the elevator.

"Wait!  Hold the door!"

I caught the door kicking the sensor on to reopen the doors to let the woman inside.  I watched her for a second and had the basement button already pushed.  No clue who she was.  Though she seemed pretty innocent enough, she had a few folders in hand.  "Thank you!" she said.  I nodded and stepped back as the elevator crammed with a few more officers and suits.  I took the elevator down to Forensics hearing the conversations.  Just a couple of sporting events the Station was doing.  Police Team versus the Fire Company, Medical, Etc.  Something fun to do.  The elevator would stop on the floors letting people on and off.  Some conversations were about family life, birthdays etc.  When the elevator stopped in the Forensics department I stepped out heading down the corridor meeting up with Cathy.  I saw a couple of guys running processing.  Centrifuge, DNA Analysis, gun shot comparisons, They were pretty busy with the various cases.  Each of them were assigned to specific individuals.  I preferred Cathy personally.  

Walking into her office, I could see she was going over a few things on the microscope.  One leg tucked under her opposite leg while seated on the backless chair, white lab coat covering her frame some.  Underneath she normally sported a blouse pencil skirt combo.  Her chesnut locks tied back to keep from interfering with her work.  Anytime she was looking through the microscope or examining something, she would take her specs and slide them to her forehead, or set them on the counter top.  Leaning against the frame watching her, I knocked on the oak door to get her attention.  "Come on in." she would say.  I almost grinned at that statement.  Being around her was pretty interesting to say the least.  Especially when she leaves herself open like that.  "In you, or in me?" I teased her.  I watched her head shoot up when I said that. It's like she didn't miss a beat when a coy smirk formed.  I didn't have to see it.  "In your dreams, hot shot. . ." she retorted spinning around to face me.  "I don't get many dreams honestly." I responded back.  "But it doesn't hurt to try."  She shook her head.  "Only if you would clean up, then maybe."  I shrugged.  "I'm a pain in the ass.  You know that."  

"Oh, all too well Reed." she smirked, leaning back to stretch her bare legs folding her arms over her ample chest.  "Whats up?"

I handed some of the evidence I collected.  "Got this for you.  Think you can dig up something?"  She took the fabric I collected from the window.  She rolled right on over to a processing tabel to take a small piece of it and placed it on a glass slide.  Reaching over, she took some dye and placed a drop of it mixing it with water and planting a clear film over top of it.  "Is this from the Missing persons case your working on?"

I nodded.  "It's the third or fourth abduction that took place." I said.  "I'm hoping that his at least will give us some light on the subject."  

"It's something, that I can say." she responded sliding over to the microscope exchanging the slides.  The tricks she was using helped give us an idea what sort of fabric it was, who manufactured it, how old, etc.  It's a very basic old school process though.  Color Markers help identify what sort of fabric and who used it.  I was watching her for a few minutes while Cathy examined the evidence.

"So how did the date go last night?"  Cathy asked me.

"Huh?  What date?"  I looked to her puzzled.

"That bad, huh?" she smirked.

"I don't even know what your talking about, Cathy."

"Oh no?  Then how come Duffy mentioned something about it?"

I rolled my eyes at that one.  Duffy loved to stir things up.  "You, and I both know Duffy is full of it."

"Seemed pretty believable to me."

"You don't really believe his BS, do you Cath?"

She paused and turned to face me with a smirk.  "Come on, Payton!  You gotta at least play a long a little!"

"Play along with what?"

"Oh, your so hopeless!" she spun around to focus on the microscope again.  "Hopeless?!" I said confused.  "Did I miss something here?"  Cathy said nothing to me at this point.  "Cathy, come on!  What the hell are you babbling about?"  Cathy sighed and shook her head.  "Nevermind." she answered.  I dropped it.  Obviously their was something I was missing.  She managed to pick up something on the fabric though.  "Looks like this fabric is off of a well tailored suit of some kind.  Maybe a jumper."  She explained.  I looked through the microscope when she offered me a peek.  "Some of the dye responses indicate that it's possibly from a place where a couple key elements are heaviest."  I noted the different shades.  "Soot?" I asked.

"It's possible." she answered.  "Though I'm thinking some place that has a combination of things.  Perhaps a mixture of heat and moisture."

"Any idea whom the manufacturer is?" I asked her.  Cathy shrugged.  "I would have to go through manufacturers to get a match.  But each fabric differs in coding." she explained.  "I can try to get it close, but without any other sufficient evidence, it could take weeks to find it."  I nodded to her leaning back pondering.  "Their has to be something we can go on." I said.

"Right now we have a couple of missing persons in different points of the city.  These guys are keeping themselves well covered."  I sighed a bit.  "Yeah. . . I know.  Hopefully Jonsey got something from the parents."

"Wait, you left Jonsey by himself?"

"Yeah, he's better with people than I am."

"You know he's going to rain on your parade right?"

"He's welcome to try," I responded.  "But he's not the one who brought the evidence back to you."  Cathy smiled.  "You seem to keep yourself ahead of the game." she said.  

"Not all the time." I said.  "Keep me posted on what else you find.  I gotta check in with the Chief."

"Sure thing Reed.  I'll stop in and see you when I get something.  If you find anything else-"

"I know who to call Cath." I said.  "I'll see you later."

She smiled as I left heading to the elevators to hop back to my office.  I had a couple of possible things to look into.  My mind though seemed to think I wasn't going to get far.  We only had a few ids missing and little evidence to go on.  In this case, I wasn't leaving any room for errors.  These kids were our future, and I was intent on getting them home.  One way or another.
Children of the Order - Part II
Been a while since I posted this.  I thought I should get it back up and rolling.  Honestly I have way too many storeis.

This one is set primarily in :iconqueencityvalor:

Payton Reed is property of Yours Truly, along with Cathy Loughlin, whom alse requires permission for use.
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Buck Rogers Four
This one probably came out the best since I tried something different for the overlay effect.  I decided to do a dodge for the filter lens instead of an overlay.  It helps make it brighter.  

As you can see, my spin on Captain Rogers is a World War II Pilot/Hero.  I'm basically combining both the Nowlan Story with the 1980s TV Series here.  I'll have some Astronaut photos soon. :)

Shot taken in Second Life.  Edited in GIMP
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Update on things

Tue Nov 25, 2014, 7:23 PM


I know haven't felt the greatest in the last few days.  But I do want to keep you guys posted on things.

First off, Things are looking up for my grandpap.  He is doing well and they are planning to do something with the problems he has.  They think it's a infection in the back which also pertains to a urinal infection.  They are planning something to drain it or treat it.  Not sure if it will be at the hospital he's at or the one in the city.  Either we, he's doing well.  They are also planning to do an Echo-something-or-other on his heart.  Just to see how his heart rate is.  That whole episode was really scary.  

As far as my best friend goes,  he died in his sleep.  Only forty years old, but was born with heart problems.  It's starting to sink in for me at this point.  AS a musician, he was a brother.  We grew together as musicians, and were really close considering I'm a bassist, and he was a drummer.  Call me selfish or an asshole for saying this, but. . .  I don't give a rats ass what other musicians will say, nor do I care if they are a guitarist, singer, keyboardist, horn player what have you.  They may claim to know what a bond is, but they don't really know what it truly means.  They will never be able to share the bond both a bass player, and a drummer have.  We are team players.  Our job is work together to keep the feet moving.  In a way, it's how we grow closer.  Musicians are a family as well.  It was a really hefty blow for me.  It still is.  

As I had said, I have been loopy today.  The reality is starting to sink in.  I almost cracked a few times today, and yesterday.  But so far, nothing.  I don't know if I really want to.  As I mentioned to a few of his family members, I feel like a big chunk of me is gone.  Maybe I'm over exaggerating that, but that's just how I feel about it.  It's a piece of me that I will never see again physically.

His funeral is this Saturday though.  What really sucks is his 18 year old son found him whom seems to be taking it very well so far.  I have been thinking about seeing his immediate family.  His dad mainly since I'm really close to those guys.  My gut says do it, but at the same time, they want to be left alone.  It's an odd debate.  Part of me wishes I knew what to do.  

In all honesty, this whole thing is surreal.  Like it's just a really bad dream.  One that I can't wake up from.  The tough part will be moving on from this.  I'm sure I will be able to, it's just the anticipation to the memorial service is the rough part.  It's going to drag. . . 

This is just a quick update which spiraled somehow.  I'm probably going to be a bit loopy for a while until after things are said and done.  I know a benefit was planned for January.  When and whom, I don't know.  But I know it's going to be a big one I think.  He touched a lot of people during his span.  He sure as hell did with me.  

Anyways, that's it for me.  Off to keep busy and try to settle my loopy situation.

-Vee-


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