Post by kottur on Jul 1, 2013 20:43:51 GMT -8
((Typed up a quick run down of what could be found during Mal and Ox's "detainment." Will add more once I'm not so ungodly tired.))
Peter Oxford is a model inmate. He’s polite, cooperates, and never causes a fuss. He remains relatively quiet during his stay, the few odd pleasantries to those around here and there. His official story is that he knows very little about Mal’s disappearance. He knows he was taken in Russia,and escaped eight months later after some “enhanced interrogation.”. He isn’t able to give much detail on anything else during the period of Mal’s original detainment. A few months after Mal was released, he says, he started getting a few cryptic emails from Sigurddson (Which he’s printed out and brought with him.) Nothing overtly threatening, but concerning language like “It’s over, Ox” or “I know.” After that, Oxford hired a few private security and investigation teams to help him out. Over the course of a couple weeks, he picked up quite a bit of info with Malcolm’s involvement with Pytor Federov. He has pictures of Mal with Federov, Mal with a number of “suspected” criminal higher ups, and a few pictures of the aftermath of Mal’s return to Aleksin to find his former captives. After that, a number of his new protection started turning up dead.
Both his apartment and office are spotless. Nothing seems out of the ordinary. Even a third run through would reveal nothing other than boring legal paperwork and a few phone numbers scribbled on napkins.
Malcolm, while not an inmate in this situation, is not taking to his new living arrangements well. The loft provided for him is mostly empty, with him dragging the bed out to the middle of the room. Truth be told, he rarely spends time there. He does nothing out of the ordinary when out “on the town.” Most of his time is spent walking around London or New York, visiting seedy dive bars and quietly playing pool by himself.
His actual apartment has seen better days. His large midtown abode looks like his cleaning ladies haven’t been in in weeks. His cushy bedroom seems like it hasn’t been entered in weeks as well, with dust collecting on the surfaces. The only change is the comforter from the bed has been moved to the couch in the living room. Scattered throughout different cabinets and drawers in the apartment are three pistols, and one shotgun under the couch. In one cabinet, hidden in an empty cereal box, is a bottle of prescription pills with a name that is certainly not his on it. However, the bottle is old, and looks like it hasn’t even been removed from his hiding spot in almost a year. On the coffee table by his couch/makeshift bed, there’s a few pictures. One is an aerial view of the facility he was held in, one a group picture of some mercenary looking types with the faces X’d out, and the last is a picture of Oxford meeting with a man with a shaved head, who has a red circle drawn around it. Mal has drawn a large question mark next to that circle.
Peter Oxford is a model inmate. He’s polite, cooperates, and never causes a fuss. He remains relatively quiet during his stay, the few odd pleasantries to those around here and there. His official story is that he knows very little about Mal’s disappearance. He knows he was taken in Russia,and escaped eight months later after some “enhanced interrogation.”. He isn’t able to give much detail on anything else during the period of Mal’s original detainment. A few months after Mal was released, he says, he started getting a few cryptic emails from Sigurddson (Which he’s printed out and brought with him.) Nothing overtly threatening, but concerning language like “It’s over, Ox” or “I know.” After that, Oxford hired a few private security and investigation teams to help him out. Over the course of a couple weeks, he picked up quite a bit of info with Malcolm’s involvement with Pytor Federov. He has pictures of Mal with Federov, Mal with a number of “suspected” criminal higher ups, and a few pictures of the aftermath of Mal’s return to Aleksin to find his former captives. After that, a number of his new protection started turning up dead.
Both his apartment and office are spotless. Nothing seems out of the ordinary. Even a third run through would reveal nothing other than boring legal paperwork and a few phone numbers scribbled on napkins.
Malcolm, while not an inmate in this situation, is not taking to his new living arrangements well. The loft provided for him is mostly empty, with him dragging the bed out to the middle of the room. Truth be told, he rarely spends time there. He does nothing out of the ordinary when out “on the town.” Most of his time is spent walking around London or New York, visiting seedy dive bars and quietly playing pool by himself.
His actual apartment has seen better days. His large midtown abode looks like his cleaning ladies haven’t been in in weeks. His cushy bedroom seems like it hasn’t been entered in weeks as well, with dust collecting on the surfaces. The only change is the comforter from the bed has been moved to the couch in the living room. Scattered throughout different cabinets and drawers in the apartment are three pistols, and one shotgun under the couch. In one cabinet, hidden in an empty cereal box, is a bottle of prescription pills with a name that is certainly not his on it. However, the bottle is old, and looks like it hasn’t even been removed from his hiding spot in almost a year. On the coffee table by his couch/makeshift bed, there’s a few pictures. One is an aerial view of the facility he was held in, one a group picture of some mercenary looking types with the faces X’d out, and the last is a picture of Oxford meeting with a man with a shaved head, who has a red circle drawn around it. Mal has drawn a large question mark next to that circle.
