11-04-2015, 01:08 PM
The rest of the day was mostly filling out paperwork, making and taking statements, and so on. Which meant that he and Vega didn't get a chance to talk. When there seemed a lull and a brief interlude, Vega would already be who-knows-where. Maybe the guy was avoiding him. Or maybe he just had a lot to do. So Ivan filed the whole situation away.
Volodin was dead. At least, a body had been found, burned beyond recognition. Not that that would have been possible even without the fire, what with debris and an entire building collapsing on him. Hard to ID a pile of meat. Still, the remains were sent off for analysis. They'd find DNA somewhere. And Volodin had kin. If it was him, they'd know it soon enough.
Ivan didn't feel bad about any of that. The more he'd read of the guy, the more obvious the guy was trouble and either extremely lucky. Or it was the power that kept him alive. No. Be fair. The guy was slippery and smart, he'd give him that. Smart enough, anyway, to have risen quickly from douchy little gopnik (god, he hated them) to lieutenant and personal friend of Roman Mordvinov. His power probably helped there. Latest run-in with the cops was when a guy from another family keeled over next to him in the middle of a coffee shop. The coroner had ruled it had been a heart attack. But the guy was from the Kolomov's and a recent loss of leadership in yet another crime family had reignited old feuds. The guy's death was suspicious but nothing could be proven. Except now they knew Volodin had the power. Ivan thought he could probably duplicate the effect himself using air.
Volodin had enemies galore, he was sure. Ones he made the job as one of the Mordvinovs; ones he'd made as a kid; and probably a butt-load he'd made just being his cheery self. Something clicked. Probably Mordvinov's too, there at the end. They probably weren't real happy with all the increased attention and linkage to terrorism and fear that already had the city in its grip.
Is that what Vega is hiding? What Nox and the girl were talking about? He'd been feeling charitable towards Vega, for all how their first meeting went. But if Vega was on the payroll of the Mordvinovs- or any of them- Ivan would find out. He wouldn't tolerate disloyalty. And their team was new enough that that kind of thing could really do some damage. Not saying the guy was dirty. But he'd find out for sure. Nox might even help- he clearly knew more of what was going on. Nox might turn out to be even more useful than he realized. And Ivan wanted his help. Andlain and his stunts were only getting worse and it was very likely gonna be hard to put him down unless they sneaked up on him. Or used some high tech weapons. He would have to ask the Cap or LT about that soon. Idly, he wondered how whoever'd killed Volodin had gotten the drop on him. it was a mystery.
He didn't get out of the precinct until 7:30 and scarfed down some food as he drove back to the rendezvous to meet Nox. He got there a bit after 8 and the guy was already there, waiting. Strangely, he had a puppy with him. Cute little thing. "So this our hunting dog?"
Edited by Ivan Sarkozy, Nov 4 2015, 01:14 PM.
Volodin was dead. At least, a body had been found, burned beyond recognition. Not that that would have been possible even without the fire, what with debris and an entire building collapsing on him. Hard to ID a pile of meat. Still, the remains were sent off for analysis. They'd find DNA somewhere. And Volodin had kin. If it was him, they'd know it soon enough.
Ivan didn't feel bad about any of that. The more he'd read of the guy, the more obvious the guy was trouble and either extremely lucky. Or it was the power that kept him alive. No. Be fair. The guy was slippery and smart, he'd give him that. Smart enough, anyway, to have risen quickly from douchy little gopnik (god, he hated them) to lieutenant and personal friend of Roman Mordvinov. His power probably helped there. Latest run-in with the cops was when a guy from another family keeled over next to him in the middle of a coffee shop. The coroner had ruled it had been a heart attack. But the guy was from the Kolomov's and a recent loss of leadership in yet another crime family had reignited old feuds. The guy's death was suspicious but nothing could be proven. Except now they knew Volodin had the power. Ivan thought he could probably duplicate the effect himself using air.
Volodin had enemies galore, he was sure. Ones he made the job as one of the Mordvinovs; ones he'd made as a kid; and probably a butt-load he'd made just being his cheery self. Something clicked. Probably Mordvinov's too, there at the end. They probably weren't real happy with all the increased attention and linkage to terrorism and fear that already had the city in its grip.
Is that what Vega is hiding? What Nox and the girl were talking about? He'd been feeling charitable towards Vega, for all how their first meeting went. But if Vega was on the payroll of the Mordvinovs- or any of them- Ivan would find out. He wouldn't tolerate disloyalty. And their team was new enough that that kind of thing could really do some damage. Not saying the guy was dirty. But he'd find out for sure. Nox might even help- he clearly knew more of what was going on. Nox might turn out to be even more useful than he realized. And Ivan wanted his help. Andlain and his stunts were only getting worse and it was very likely gonna be hard to put him down unless they sneaked up on him. Or used some high tech weapons. He would have to ask the Cap or LT about that soon. Idly, he wondered how whoever'd killed Volodin had gotten the drop on him. it was a mystery.
He didn't get out of the precinct until 7:30 and scarfed down some food as he drove back to the rendezvous to meet Nox. He got there a bit after 8 and the guy was already there, waiting. Strangely, he had a puppy with him. Cute little thing. "So this our hunting dog?"
Edited by Ivan Sarkozy, Nov 4 2015, 01:14 PM.