The Syndicate

G-Man was out for a few quiet ones and accidentally bumped into some big cunt when he had an armful of schooies. The big cunt had just gotten out of a long stint in the big house and didn't take kindly to having his Tooheys spilled down the front of his flanno and king hit the poor bastard and killed him stone dead!

G-Man is dead. He was a vanilla townie.

It's day, do your thing.

Epignosis wrote: ↑Tue Nov 26, 2019 12:15 am

G-Man wrote: ↑Tue Nov 26, 2019 12:14 am

Epignosis wrote: ↑Tue Nov 26, 2019 12:10 am Civilians have two chances to get this right. No reason to panic.

No panic here yet. Just disappointment. I was hoping the delay was for a flavorful game-ending post.

Aussies named Mac are busy.

Fucken Crikey!

Flat out like a lizard drinkin' out here in the outback.

Night started a while back and DFaraday is dead as a doorknob and yeah he was a vanilla townie get a move on. Night'll end the usualish time.

Fucken Blimey!

G'day mates. Shit's been more flat out than happy hour in a whorehouse 'round 'ere. We haven't been up to snuff with the "fancy experience" and what 'ave you but we all know that nobody in Armidale can bloody read anyway so who gives a toss?

Suffice to say that someone went and did our young larrakin Quin a bit harsh. You know what I mean? He looks a bit crook. Looks a bit legless. We found the boy and well let's just say he won't be out there rootin' any more shielas any time soon. Or rootin' around. Or rootin' at all really. Seems someone made a flanno out of his skin. Might be a bit of a clue? Maybe not? Yeah nah it's not. Just a furphy to be right. Bloody hell there's a lot of fair dinkum' ruthless bludgers going off 'round 'ere ay mate!

Quin has been killed, he was a vanilla townie. Ya fucken sloppy cunts. Now piss off and start day 4.

Chapter 1 - The Fallout

As word spread of the murder throughout the quiet town people started to talk. Who would do such a thing? Arguments broke out in the pub, family and friends were sceptical of one another. The usually tight nit community was fractured, unlike ever before.

Prologue -



A patrol car slowly pulled up on the edge of a normally quiet backroad. On either side of the road was dense bushland with a steep drop off on one side leading into the valley below. Several people were gathered around at the top; police offers and emergency services people chief among them. Down below were more personnel dressed in heavy duty safety equipment, firefighters and more police, hard at work trying to get the dead body out of there. At the top was also a crane.

A young policewoman emerged and approached one of the other officers peering down on the scene. He was a grizzled veteran of a man.

"Who is it?" she asked.

"They said it's a kid. No ID yet."

She let out a deep sigh.

"Girl or boy? How old?"

"Couldn't be older than 10. A boy." the other officer replied.

She turned and looked down on the scene below. Things like this don't happen around here very much. In fact this was the first time she had ever been at a scene like this. In 10 years on the force she'd never seen a murder in her community, and the word was this was a murder.

"So give me everything you've got." she asked.

He nodded towards a woman standing near an ambulance. She looked exhausted.

"That woman over there was driving down this road at around 4am and says she saw a car parked on the side of the road here so she slowed down. Says there was someone near it and when they saw the car coming they jumped into the vehicle and sped off. She thought it was suspicious so she pulled over to where it was parked and found blood on the ground. That's why she called it in."

"Does she seem suspicious?" she asked.

"Yeah she's a bit off. The fact that she was driving past here at 4am is weird enough on it's own."

"What's her name? I'll go and chat to her."

"Sheila Nicholson."

She took a deep breath and started walking towards the suspect. After a couple of steps she stopped.

"Where's homicide?"

"Over there." He gestured towards two cops in suits standing side by side peering into the valley.

"Oh. I know her. Hey! Henry!" She strode off towards the detectives, but she was sidetracked by a booming voice.

"Clear!" A harness carrying the body of the boy was being swung out of the scrub by the crane. Forensics rushed over to release the body from the harness. So did the two homicide detectives and the police officer.

One of the forensics moved the suspended body onto a stretcher and began to remove the harness. He first uncovered the face of the young boy. His dead eyes were wide open, and there was a gunshot wound in the middle of his forehead.

"Jesus Christ. He was fucken' executed. Call it in." shouted one of the detectives.