Date: Tue, 30 Mar 2010 19:46:26 -0500
From: Paul Tolbert <jatonblue@gmail.com>
Subject: The Unit 17

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. WWE does.


Chapter Seventeen - Case Closed

"Um... where are we exactly?" Dave looked around curiously the room he'd
just entered. It was small, yet spacious with ambient lighting and glass
shelves full of books and what appeared to be human bones & dinosaur
fossils.

"This is my office Dave. Welcome." Lincoln replied, smiling.

"Wow. It's...nice."

"Thanks. I try my best. Anyways we can continue our investigation in
here. So what's next on 'Dave's Crime-Solving Agenda?'"

"Hmm. Well can I use your computer?" Dave asked.

"Sure. Do you even know...how to use a computer?" Lincoln asked cautiously.

"OF COURSE I DO!" Dave growled. Lincoln was a nice enough person, but Dave
was beginning to become annoyed at his cheap one-liners and silly jokes.

"OK OK. Here sit." Lincoln directed Dave to sit down in an executive-style
chair behind a large black steel desk. He opened the lid of his laptop and
waited for the computer to boot up.

"You know you'll get your own office soon enough." Lincoln said grinning,
trying to pass time.

"Really? Wonderful." Dave said coldly.

"You know David" Lincoln began. "Things will go a lot smoother if you would
just lighten up a little. I mean gosh is this your persona? A strong,
silent guy who has no sense of humor?"

"Not everyone is as peppy as you. Some might find it annoying." Dave shot
back.

"Sorry. Just trying to get to know you better. Ooooh it's finished
booting." Lincoln reached over Dave to key in his login credentials.

"Here we go. Now you just acces—"

"Yeah I got it Linc thanks." Dave said as he began to play around with the
software. It resembled the operating system that was used in the FBI, but
appeared to be more advance. He used the touchpad on the laptop to try and
initiate a search though various government databases for Kevin Lansen's
information. He looked up at Lincoln who had his attention on the screen,
curious as to what Dave would do. Secretly he knew Dave had no idea what he
was doing and he found joy in this. Dave didn't want to ask for his
help. He knew he'd find what he was looking for eventually.

"You know Dave..." Lincoln began.

"I don't need any help. I got it." Dave shot back. He started to click
random tabs, links and whatever else was clickable on the screen to try and
find the criminal database search function. Time passed and he became
visibly frustrated, still refusing to ask his partner for help.

"Ugh look Dave clearly you don't know what you're doing so let me help
you." Lincoln reached over and took the laptop away from the agent. He used
the touchpad to click on a link Dave seemed to have missed and a screen
popup, displaying the words "US Government Data Search".

"OK we'll just type in his name; Kevin Lansen, Los Angeles California,
White Male, age range 25-40, brown hair, green eyes...there." A few seconds
later a match was found.

"Done and done" Lincoln said, looking at Dave, who merely grunted. Dave
slid the laptop back in front of him.

"You have access to all the data the government has on this guy. FBI
records, DMV, NCIS etc. I'll be upstairs if you need me." Lincoln left the
room in a hurry. Dave sighed and began to read over the records.

"Let's see. Hmm criminal record, no surprise. Looks like minor
crimes. Robbery, assault & battery, petty a punk." He continued to read the
various records and reports when he noticed something interesting.

"Son of a bitch." Dave said loudly.

Los Angeles County Police Report

Case Number: DB 26/02/10 3277

Incident: Domestic Battery

Reporting Officer: Deputy Randall Floxen

Date of Incident: February 26th 2010

Assailant: Kevin Martin Lansen

Victim: Cheryl Anne Gillett

Dave noticed the name of the victim; Cheryl Gillett, the first victim. Dave
knew that he was now on the right track. Kevin had previous interactions
with the two victims and opportunity. Kevin also had lots of rage, which he
tended to take out on women.

"Hey Linc... oh yeah." Dave remember that Lincoln said he was headed
upstairs so he got up from behind the desk and headed out the door, looking
for him. He made his way into the center of the large, hub-like room and
looked up.

"What the hell?" Dave saw bazaar blue lights flashing through glass
windows. He walked closer and could hear a faint cry. He turned around and
looked at the people walking by, ignoring what was happening above.

"Must be a normal thing around here." Dave wanted to know what was
happening up there, especially since Lincoln may be in there. He sprinted
up the staircase and walked around a corner where he noticed a large metal
door with a small window near the top. He walked over to it and peered
though. The blue lights blinded him, making it impossible to see anything
inside. He took a deep breath and opened the door. He stepped in the room
and gasped at what he saw. Lincoln was being tortured.

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