Part 4: Episode Two: Mugged in Memory Lane


Yeah, I suppose going to actually do your work at some point would be good.

The Homicide Unit posted:
This is the Homicide Office.
The Homicide Office is equipped with five desks, a file cabinet, a locker, and various other items hanging on the wall. On one of the desks is a computer.
So, who are these guys?

The B-Team posted:
Captain Fletcher Hall is a very large man with an over-powering presence.
Although short, Detective Jim Pierson keeps himself in excellent physical condition. He rarely speaks unless spoken to.

The Wish-They-Were-On-The-B-Team posted:
Your partner, Keith Robinson, is an easy-going, veteran detective. He doesn't let his job interfere with his relaxation.


Oh, yes, the fellow who took your shift. How quickly they forge... wait a minute. Wasn't he a blonde?




Your Desk posted:
Your desk is equipped with drawers, a phone, a message basket, and a lamp.
In the basket you see a subpoena.
You pick up and read the subpoena.

You can't believe what you just read! Just as the memory of this rat was passing into oblivion, he's back for a retrial.

In fairness, you tried to shoot him, too.

I hope so.

The alternatives I can think of are worse. For now, I think the best thing to do is to just keep going with your day and see what turns up.


Sonny, is that your wallet?


Do you regularly leave your wallet in your desk?

How did you even do that? I didn't see any showers in the...

What are you doing?



Since when do you have a SCUBA certification?

I... see. That doesn't seem like an overreaction at all. Uh, anyway, what's that paper?


Bahahahahahahahaha!


I'm surprised it wasn't addressed to "Precious"!


Whatever you say, Precious!

Ha!


Cap posted:
The Captain speaks up and says...
Well Bonds, no doubt you heard about Jesse Bains by now. The District Attorney told me that the reason this jackass won a retrial was some technical BS about improper jury instruction.
It's a real shame, but that's life.
I guess that's what happens when you say "He's innocent until proven guilty, WINK WINK WINK."


What are you doing?


...what.

But you... his... I...







Sonny, what in the hell do you think you're doing?



The computer screen got him interested. He's going to try to help you. Sorry about that.


Clicking.

He'll stop in a second once he realizes it isn't working.

See, there he goes. You can use the keyboard again now.




Why are you violating this man's privacy?

What about Sergeant Dooley? Whatever happened to him?



I guess he was always after drugs anyway. How about Steve? Is that his file I see there?

Um.. okay. How about Laura? Any chance you'll meet up with her again?




...she was the Gremlin? Oh my god! That's... actually not very surprising.

One last prank?

And how about yourself, Mr. Bonds?



Funny, nothing on there about spilling the beans to the target of a vice operation. Or hacking.


Pratt?



...what.
The Captain posted:
"Not only has he escaped," the Captain says, "but he took the jailer as hostage!"
"Bonds, I've named you and your partner, Keith, to a special task force with the code name of "Target."
The Captain continues: "I want you boys to answer any and all calls that might be even remotely connected to this dirtbag."
The Captain orders you: "Find a mug shot of that punk, and get on this immediately!"


What the hell do you people make your prisons out of? Tinfoil?


I guess we figured out why I'm here.


Sonny, think this through. He's not going to go after Lytton again. He's done here. The smart thing to do would be to skip town and start over somewhere else.




Wait a minute. When did it say he was convicted?

But that wasn't 1983, it was...


Oh, great.

So where are we going?


...do we have time for that?



Officer Not-Steve posted:
It'll just take a second.
"I search for the pusher with drugs for sale.
I hook him and book him and take him to jail.
The court hears the case and I'm sad to say
He's back on the streets the very next day."
How apropos.


Lloyd Pratt posted:
Appearing slightly out of touch with his surroundings, your old friend Detective Lloyd Pratt slowly looks up and says...
"Hey duuuude, what's happening?"

Oh, for Christ's sake, Sonny. That is never going to work.
Lloyd Pratt posted:
In a clear voice, Lloyd responds to you...
"Sonny, you are a true friend. I didn't realize how bad off I was until I woke up yesterday morning and didn't know where I was."
"I've made my mind up." Lloyd continues, "Today, I'm putting in for a leave of absence. Then I'm going to check myself into a rehabilitation center!"
Leaving Lloyd, you wish him all the luck in the world. You know he has made the correct decision.
You are SHITTING ME. You are COMPLETELY shitting me.


You just walk up to him and say "stop doing drugs", and just like that he's checking into rehab?


Sonny, speaking of that... aren't you going to get in trouble for messing up their investigation?

And you're... okay with that? Even going against procedure?

I guess I can't argue with that.

What's this thing?


Neat! Let's start fingerprinting things!

Come on, let's fingerprint the doors.

You never let me have any fun.


Yeah, he's getting impatient and calling you over. Pretty much all he's good at. We're trying to teach him some new tricks, but it's slow going.







Spectacular. So is it driving time now?


Huh? But I want to drive!

Awwww.

I guess that's fair.

Keeps things simple, I guess. Hard to forget.

...


Yeah, let's see if they managed to keep-

Hey!
Radio Traffic posted:
Keith grabs the mike and calls Dispatch... "Dispatch... 53mary2 is 10-8 from the office."
Dispatch comes on the air and responds... "53mary2... 10-4. Dispatch copies 10-8 from the office."
Keith keys the mike... "Dispatch... 53mary2. Be advised we are enroute to Lytton City Jail."
Dispatch answers... "53mary2... 10-4. We copy you are enroute to Lytton City Jail."





Dispatch responds... "53mary2... 10-4. Dispatch copies 10-97 Lytton City Jail."

Here we are. I guess you and your new partner have got this all covered now, huh? I don't know why you even need me around now.

...oh.

The Jail posted:
This is the underground parking garage of the new Lytton City Jail. You are filled with pride as memories of the dedication ceremonies return.
Following your heroic capture of Jesse Bains (aka: the Death Angel) you became an instant celebrity. But now, unless you capture Bains, only the bitter memories of failure will remain...
Next time on Police Quest: Showdown with the Death Angel!
