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James had finished his poking around through the computer systems in the underground basement of Larry's general store. He had managed to match the bullets he had found with the Emrys Industry Sniper Rifle weapons and determined the chemical composition of the explosive that was used as well as estimating an amount of explosive that was present after determining the size of the blast compared with the power of the explosive. The first thing to do was simple and James excused himself from Larry's presence, "I have got to make a few phone calls," He explained as he headed out of the building and the back alley where he pulled out his data pad and input the number that would connect him with Emrys Industries.
"Hello, the is Emrys Industries, how can I help you?" A pleasant female voice answered the phone.
"Hello," James responded as he detached an earpiece from the data pad to make his conversation a bit more private than the speaker phone option. "I'm doing research on weapon distribution throughout the area of Funky City. I was wondering if I could get my hands on your sales records and shipment lists for the planet." He said.
"Would you prefer me to pass you onto someone higher up in the organization? They would be more able to provide you with the information you need." The woman replied.
"That would be wonderful," James replied.
"Hello. This is Seru Emrys, in what way can I aid your research Mr ..." A calm, controlled voice said.
"James," He responded, pausing for a moment after the short introduction. "I'm doing research on weapon distribution in the funky city area and I would like to obtain a copy of your sale and shipping records for your weapons on Nepleslia."
"Well Mr. James, I'd be happy to provide those of course. May I ask what your research is in aid of before I hand over documents which contain such information?" Seru calmly asked.
"Weapon distribution," James said once more, "This is part of an anti-crime investigation by the Nepleslian police department."
"Well why didn't you say so." Seru responded, "Let me just find the relevant documentation for you." Seru was curious that the man hadn't said that he worked for the FCPD, or given his position at the beginning of the conversation, and quickly assigned one of his semi-AI's track down where the phone call was coming from. He did collect the data as well, in the most likely circumstance that it was the police, and Seru always liked to help them.
The location of the phone call wasn't disguised, it came from a portable device a few streets away from Larry's general store. James waited for the information to be sent.
The Semi-AI reported that and Seru thought it interesting, "I'm sorry, some of the information is taking a little longer to assemble, some data corruption. What position do you hold the FCPD by the way?" Seru controlled his voice to make it seem as if he was only wiling away the time.
"I am with a specially formed investigative unit dealing with gang violence." James replied which, technically, was true from a certain point of view. "What is it that they have you doing?" James replied. "I am sure you don't always have people with odd requests like this."
"Me? Well 'they' sort of have me running the company." Seru gave a laugh, "And I do occasionally get some odd requests. Like a surprising amount requesting that Emrys Industries designs the perfect sex doll." Seru did not try and keep the disgust from his voice at that, "Well I fully support your work in keeping that gang violence down, they cause me enough trouble." Seru answered. He could bring these enquiries up with the FCPD, but he found the whole thing charming in its own way, despite the truth of it, and sent the files, "And there you are, I hope their useful. I'll be checking up on your investigation I think."
"Thank you for your cooperation," James said, "And don't let those receptionists at the police station bully you around when you call. They can be a bit of a hassle sometimes." He chose not to comment on the sex doll remark. With that James ended the call and started making others to the postal service and chemical retailers as well as mining organization and chemical plants, gathering all sorts of mostly useless information on chemicals such as N-phenyl-2-naphthylamine. Once he had the information he started cross checking where Emry's rifles had been delivered along with ample quantities of ammunition when compared with where the chemicals needed for plastic explosive were purchased or reported missing. In theory, he planned to be able to find places where those materials were collecting.
The list of rifle buyers was spread out. Compared to other weapons the rifle wasn't a major seller but even so there were still thousands of owners of the weapon within funky city alone. The chemicals on the other hand provided a smaller list of only a few hundred people. James could then cross of more than a few names as they were going to corporations that had been established for quite some time and were all either accounted for or had already been used to make tagged plastic explosive. He sent a message to Diesel that he had a lead to follow.
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James had finished his poking around through the computer systems in the underground basement of Larry's general store. He had managed to match the bullets he had found with the Emrys Industry Sniper Rifle weapons and determined the chemical composition of the explosive that was used as well as estimating an amount of explosive that was present after determining the size of the blast compared with the power of the explosive. The first thing to do was simple and James excused himself from Larry's presence, "I have got to make a few phone calls," He explained as he headed out of the building and the back alley where he pulled out his data pad and input the number that would connect him with Emrys Industries.
"Hello, the is Emrys Industries, how can I help you?" A pleasant female voice answered the phone.
"Hello," James responded as he detached an earpiece from the data pad to make his conversation a bit more private than the speaker phone option. "I'm doing research on weapon distribution throughout the area of Funky City. I was wondering if I could get my hands on your sales records and shipment lists for the planet." He said.
"Would you prefer me to pass you onto someone higher up in the organization? They would be more able to provide you with the information you need." The woman replied.
"That would be wonderful," James replied.
"Hello. This is Seru Emrys, in what way can I aid your research Mr ..." A calm, controlled voice said.
"James," He responded, pausing for a moment after the short introduction. "I'm doing research on weapon distribution in the funky city area and I would like to obtain a copy of your sale and shipping records for your weapons on Nepleslia."
"Well Mr. James, I'd be happy to provide those of course. May I ask what your research is in aid of before I hand over documents which contain such information?" Seru calmly asked.
"Weapon distribution," James said once more, "This is part of an anti-crime investigation by the Nepleslian police department."
"Well why didn't you say so." Seru responded, "Let me just find the relevant documentation for you." Seru was curious that the man hadn't said that he worked for the FCPD, or given his position at the beginning of the conversation, and quickly assigned one of his semi-AI's track down where the phone call was coming from. He did collect the data as well, in the most likely circumstance that it was the police, and Seru always liked to help them.
The location of the phone call wasn't disguised, it came from a portable device a few streets away from Larry's general store. James waited for the information to be sent.
The Semi-AI reported that and Seru thought it interesting, "I'm sorry, some of the information is taking a little longer to assemble, some data corruption. What position do you hold the FCPD by the way?" Seru controlled his voice to make it seem as if he was only wiling away the time.
"I am with a specially formed investigative unit dealing with gang violence." James replied which, technically, was true from a certain point of view. "What is it that they have you doing?" James replied. "I am sure you don't always have people with odd requests like this."
"Me? Well 'they' sort of have me running the company." Seru gave a laugh, "And I do occasionally get some odd requests. Like a surprising amount requesting that Emrys Industries designs the perfect sex doll." Seru did not try and keep the disgust from his voice at that, "Well I fully support your work in keeping that gang violence down, they cause me enough trouble." Seru answered. He could bring these enquiries up with the FCPD, but he found the whole thing charming in its own way, despite the truth of it, and sent the files, "And there you are, I hope their useful. I'll be checking up on your investigation I think."
"Thank you for your cooperation," James said, "And don't let those receptionists at the police station bully you around when you call. They can be a bit of a hassle sometimes." He chose not to comment on the sex doll remark. With that James ended the call and started making others to the postal service and chemical retailers as well as mining organization and chemical plants, gathering all sorts of mostly useless information on chemicals such as N-phenyl-2-naphthylamine. Once he had the information he started cross checking where Emry's rifles had been delivered along with ample quantities of ammunition when compared with where the chemicals needed for plastic explosive were purchased or reported missing. In theory, he planned to be able to find places where those materials were collecting.
The list of rifle buyers was spread out. Compared to other weapons the rifle wasn't a major seller but even so there were still thousands of owners of the weapon within funky city alone. The chemicals on the other hand provided a smaller list of only a few hundred people. James could then cross of more than a few names as they were going to corporations that had been established for quite some time and were all either accounted for or had already been used to make tagged plastic explosive. He sent a message to Diesel that he had a lead to follow.
END