Byrd Man
El Hombre Pájaro
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Previously:
Created by GCPD Police Commissioner Jim Gordon, the Major Crimes Unit (MCU) was designed to investigate the criminal empire of former District Attorney Harvey Dent (Two-Face). The nine member squad, led by Captain Sarah Essen and Lieutenant Michael Akins, investigates the drug and racketeering aspects of Two-Face's organization. Two-Face's top lieutenants, Parker Robbins (The Hood), Peter Tillman (Skinny Pete), and Johnny LaMonica (Black Spider) continue to operate the empire while dealing with the police nipping at their heels. At city hall, Mayor Hamilton Hill tries to turn a blind eye to Two-Face's activities, claiming the organization's actions are leading to a decrees in the overall crime rate. While Hill fights off low approval ratings, Deputy Mayor Arnold Krohl and Councilman David Kane, secretly plot to take the mayor's seat in the upcoming election year. With ambitions dancing in his head, Police Colonel Arnold Flass secretly meets with Robbins and provides him with all the details of the investigation into their organization. The wiretaps on Two-Face's people go dead and the MCU has now hit a brick wall in the case, unable to move forward.
*******
"So we're ****ed?" Charlie Fields asks. Inside the MCU squadroom, all the computers with the wiretaps read: PHONE DISABLED
"We're not ****ed," Marcus Driver replies.
"Driver is right. We're not ****ed," Sergeant Bullock says with a sneer. "We're royally ****ed."
Along with the three men, Captain Essen is also in the room.
"Everything is going to be fine," she says in a calm voice. "When a door closes, a window opens."
"Great advice, Cap," Bullock says after taking a drag off his cigar. "You sound like a regular goddamn Dalia Lama.'
"We need to get the rest of the squad in here," Essen says as she turns towards her office. "The wiretaps are down, so we're starting on the money side of things. Time to use the marked bills."
"We're not ****ed," Marcus Driver replies.
"Driver is right. We're not ****ed," Sergeant Bullock says with a sneer. "We're royally ****ed."
Along with the three men, Captain Essen is also in the room.
"Everything is going to be fine," she says in a calm voice. "When a door closes, a window opens."
"Great advice, Cap," Bullock says after taking a drag off his cigar. "You sound like a regular goddamn Dalia Lama.'
"We need to get the rest of the squad in here," Essen says as she turns towards her office. "The wiretaps are down, so we're starting on the money side of things. Time to use the marked bills."
*******
On the golf course of the Gotham Country Club, Mayor Hamilton Hill prepares to tee off with Deputy Commissioner Joshua Grogan and Colonel Arnold Flass at his side.
"So, I take it I will no longer have to worry about Gordon's investigation into the little problem in the Narrows?" Hill asks, taking practice swings with his driver.
"No, sir," Grogan replies emphatically. "Colonel Flass here, the head of our Criminal Investigations Division, took care of it. How exactly was that, Arnold?"
"Well, I-"
"Don't tell me," Hill says bluntly. "The less I know, the better. The same goes for you, Josh. If Gordon finds out, we can expect Colonel Flass to fall on his sword, right?"
"Yes, sir," Flass says with a grin.
"You two boys just make sure Gordon plays ball and I'll make it worth your time."
Pulling back, Hill strikes the ball with his club.
THWOK!
The white ball arches and hooks into the rough.
"So, I take it I will no longer have to worry about Gordon's investigation into the little problem in the Narrows?" Hill asks, taking practice swings with his driver.
"No, sir," Grogan replies emphatically. "Colonel Flass here, the head of our Criminal Investigations Division, took care of it. How exactly was that, Arnold?"
"Well, I-"
"Don't tell me," Hill says bluntly. "The less I know, the better. The same goes for you, Josh. If Gordon finds out, we can expect Colonel Flass to fall on his sword, right?"
"Yes, sir," Flass says with a grin.
"You two boys just make sure Gordon plays ball and I'll make it worth your time."
Pulling back, Hill strikes the ball with his club.
THWOK!
The white ball arches and hooks into the rough.
*******
"We have a problem," Chin Lau says to his client, Parker Robbins. The two men walk through Robinson Park, conducting their business in plain sight.
"What is it?" Robbins asks his money launderer.
"Your banks in Gotham are beginning to question the amounts of cash I bring in."
"So? Take some of that money and convince them to take your money."
"It is not that simple. The amount of cash I bring in is slowly catching the attention of the US government. As much as I'd like to, I cannot bribe everyone involved."
"So what are our options?"
"I can fly the cash to Hong Kong. The banks there will not question me or my money. They'll launderer it and I can return it back to you here in Gotham within five business days."
"I don't trust that. Any number of things can go wrong on the flight to China and back."
"I can charter a jet to take me to and from Hong Kong. I won't have to worry about Customs checking my bags, and can have the actual cash loaded into the cabin so I can keep an eye on it at all times."
"When's the soonest we can move the money out of the country?"
"Next week sometime. After that, we can have it all planned. Every week, I fly back to China with the money, and the week after that you get the clean cash."
"Do it, then. Just off the top of you head, Lau, how much of my money do you have in your possession?"
"Twenty-five million, four hundred and fifty thousand, two hundred and seventeen dollars, and seventy-six cents."
"Make sure that's how much comes back."
"If there's one thing I am, Mister Robbins, it's good with calculations. Your money will be safe, I promise you this."
"Speaking of that...I need a favor."
"Yes?"
Robbins stops and glances around, making sure there are no eavesdroppers in range.
"From every laundering trip you make, I want you to funnel anywhere from 1-5% into an account in my name."
"Planning on making a nest egg, sir?"
"Just do it, Lau."
"As you wish."
"Slightly irradiated bills," Captain Essen says to the eight officers assembled in the squad room.
"How irradiated?" Officer Cole asks. "Like, we won't have to wear lead aprons to keep from being sterilized?"
"Don't worry about that, Cole," Detective Crispus Allen says. "If you got sterilized, the world would be doing us all a favor."
"Hardy-har, ********."
"No, the bills aren't radiated enough to prevent any kind of damage," Essen says. "But they provide a marking that won't be detectable unless they have geiger counters."
"Well, the Iphone may have a new app," Driver says with a chuckle.
"When are we going to start this?" Sergeant Maggie Sawyer asks.
"We start tomorrow. Officers Cole, Driver, and Fields will work the corners in the Narrows, making as many buys as possible with the marked bills. Meanwhile, Detective Montoya and Sergeant Bullock will make buys on the East End. By the end of the week, we'll have all ten grand turned over to Two-Face's people. Then, we'll find out where they're laundering their money."
Essen turns towards the stack of marked bills.
"Everyone report to the squadroom at 0900. Tomorrow we take the fight to them."
"What is it?" Robbins asks his money launderer.
"Your banks in Gotham are beginning to question the amounts of cash I bring in."
"So? Take some of that money and convince them to take your money."
"It is not that simple. The amount of cash I bring in is slowly catching the attention of the US government. As much as I'd like to, I cannot bribe everyone involved."
"So what are our options?"
"I can fly the cash to Hong Kong. The banks there will not question me or my money. They'll launderer it and I can return it back to you here in Gotham within five business days."
"I don't trust that. Any number of things can go wrong on the flight to China and back."
"I can charter a jet to take me to and from Hong Kong. I won't have to worry about Customs checking my bags, and can have the actual cash loaded into the cabin so I can keep an eye on it at all times."
"When's the soonest we can move the money out of the country?"
"Next week sometime. After that, we can have it all planned. Every week, I fly back to China with the money, and the week after that you get the clean cash."
"Do it, then. Just off the top of you head, Lau, how much of my money do you have in your possession?"
"Twenty-five million, four hundred and fifty thousand, two hundred and seventeen dollars, and seventy-six cents."
"Make sure that's how much comes back."
"If there's one thing I am, Mister Robbins, it's good with calculations. Your money will be safe, I promise you this."
"Speaking of that...I need a favor."
"Yes?"
Robbins stops and glances around, making sure there are no eavesdroppers in range.
"From every laundering trip you make, I want you to funnel anywhere from 1-5% into an account in my name."
"Planning on making a nest egg, sir?"
"Just do it, Lau."
"As you wish."
*******
"Slightly irradiated bills," Captain Essen says to the eight officers assembled in the squad room.
"How irradiated?" Officer Cole asks. "Like, we won't have to wear lead aprons to keep from being sterilized?"
"Don't worry about that, Cole," Detective Crispus Allen says. "If you got sterilized, the world would be doing us all a favor."
"Hardy-har, ********."
"No, the bills aren't radiated enough to prevent any kind of damage," Essen says. "But they provide a marking that won't be detectable unless they have geiger counters."
"Well, the Iphone may have a new app," Driver says with a chuckle.
"When are we going to start this?" Sergeant Maggie Sawyer asks.
"We start tomorrow. Officers Cole, Driver, and Fields will work the corners in the Narrows, making as many buys as possible with the marked bills. Meanwhile, Detective Montoya and Sergeant Bullock will make buys on the East End. By the end of the week, we'll have all ten grand turned over to Two-Face's people. Then, we'll find out where they're laundering their money."
Essen turns towards the stack of marked bills.
"Everyone report to the squadroom at 0900. Tomorrow we take the fight to them."