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Post by sundancer on Jul 26, 2009 23:25:32 GMT -10
Coming soon!Hello folks, as announced by my avatar and banner I'm planning to start a new fanfic-story next Monday (03 rd Aug.). As you will see it's a kind of sequel to the last story " Networks", but it'll be also understandable for those who haven't read the last one. How often did we ask for a new crossover-episode of CSI Miami and CSI New York? More than I can count. I guess we would have to wait quite a long time until our prayers would be heard by the authors and so I wrote a crossover on my own and I hope you will enjoy it, too. The story deals with a special kind of killer. He called himself The Executioner, speaking the ultimate law to all those creatures of Miami, which the official law-system didn’t manage to catch. When Horatio and his team found a pattern in it, they got into the killer’s sight. And soon a lot questions arose… For example: What does Horatio really know about self-justice? Which traces lead them to New York? And why is the FBI so much interested in the research-results of the MDPD? As said: Coming soon!
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Post by sanne on Jul 27, 2009 0:33:15 GMT -10
I'm sure I'll enjoy this one, Sundancer...... Sandra
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Post by NV Oracle on Jul 27, 2009 8:26:11 GMT -10
Oh, yeah. It sounds really interesting, Sundancer. Can't wait to read it.
Welcome back, Sundancer.
Your friend NV Oracle
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Post by Dr. Anna McBreadle on Jul 27, 2009 10:56:34 GMT -10
ooooh sounds interesting! i haven't read the first one but i'll see if i can find it to catch up on it! @ sundancer - i think we were thinking along the same wave length as my next fanfic is a NY cross over as well!
can't wait to read this one, sounds very interesting! luv sam x
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Post by margaret1234 on Jul 28, 2009 6:31:59 GMT -10
Sounds interesting. Look forward to reading. Welcome back Sundancer.
Margaret
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Post by sundancer on Jul 28, 2009 6:54:55 GMT -10
Thanks for your good wishes and encouragment. I must admit that I have to force myself quite a lot not to post the first chapter right now, but I don't know if I'll be able to keep on posting at the next week-end. And I don't want to start a new story with only two chapters and then already have to make a break. @sam: you'll find the other story "Networks" on page 6 of the fanfic-category at present.
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Post by sundancer on Aug 3, 2009 5:49:15 GMT -10
Hello folks, actually I tried to post the first chapter of the story much earlier this day, but my office kept me busy with loads of other things, but.... TODAY... WE DEFINITELY... GONNA... START with a new story... Hope you enjoy! THE EXECUTIONER Prologue He had reached his final position. He squeezed down and started to spread out the different things he had carried with him in his unobtrusive sports-bag. Slowly, but goal-directed he started to fix the barrel of the take-down rifle. The small screwdriver fixed it in its position. Next thing to adjust was the telescopic-sight. When he had to decide between the different products on the weapon-market, he had chosen a Leupold Vario, which was called to be the ‘ Rolls Royce’ among the scopes. A needle-like cross-hair which only covered as less of the target as possible was his preferred type. Then he fixed the cartridge magazine. .243-ammunition for high-speed long-range shots, a 6mm-cartridge, was the best one he knew for all these long-distance shots he had already taken. The full metal jacket flew without too much air resistance and was very stable on its way, be-cause of its torpedo-like shape. He lied down with the rifle, put it on its rest, tried to take the aim and was pleased with the situation he saw through his scope. ‘ Perfect,’ he thought. In the meantime down on the street the scenery changed every minute. It was quite close to the evening rush hour. The place in front of the steel- and glass-made building, the man was gazing at, was swirling with an increasing number of pedestrians on their way home after a long day at one of the several offices, the laundry, the book-shop and the diner around the corner. Down on the street nobody realized the man on top of one of the buildings. Nobody felt uncomfortable or observed. Everybody was busy to get home or to the next superstore or to an after-work party. This city was a 24/7-beehipe which rather got quiet for a second. He closed the breech with a smooth movement and by closing it the first cartridge went into its chamber for the first shot. His target would be one of the latest persons who would leave the building he was staring at. He giggled a bit: ‘ An honorable member of the city-community, but nobody knows what this respectable person does, when he gets home. – After this evening the news will tell everybody.’ Once again he controlled the sight through the scope and was pleased with the angle. He estimated the distance of about 1,600 feet and was sure that this shot would not belong to his farthest ones. He froze in his position, took the shaft of the rifle closer to his shoulder and started to control his breath. Sometimes the scope seemed to twist a bit, but he knew that this was only the transmission of his heart-beat to the scope due to the big magnification he had to choose to take this shot today. He tried to keep cooler, but of cause he got more nervous by the minute. ‘ Ease it, boy. You don’t do it for the first time. You’re no rookie in killing such scum.’ Finally he managed to relax more and tried to focus the place his prey was known to appear in a few minutes. There he was. A tall white man with blond hair and red spots in it came out of the building. He wore an expensive dark suit and a light shirt with this natural understatement of a man who knew which kind of clothes suit him. He was accompanied by a dark haired man looking like somebody spending much time at the gym. They were caught in their discussion when they slowly came down the stairs in front of the building and started to walk along the street. It took the hunter only a few seconds to decide when to shoot. The rifle was ready to go, ready for taking its next aim, ready to fulfill his mission, ready to do what others failed to do. TBCSee you all tomorrow again... Well, I hope so... ;D ;D
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Post by sanne on Aug 3, 2009 6:12:38 GMT -10
So who's the guy who's going down in seconds.........and why is he a target......... Sandra
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Post by sundancer on Aug 3, 2009 6:23:05 GMT -10
That's just the way I wanna keep you all busy... just go on guessing *hihihi*
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Post by margaret1234 on Aug 3, 2009 7:23:33 GMT -10
So a guessing game we have right at the start.......no ideas whatsoever. Well, whoever it is....is a piece of scum according to the sniper. Is that true or just in the eyes of the sniper. Interesting start Sundancer.
Margaret
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Post by sundancer on Aug 3, 2009 20:30:32 GMT -10
Well, when I thought about a new story, I decided for some points first: #1 it should become a story with different plot-lines and layers again #2 it should definitely become a crossover (which we will see a bit later on ) and #3... well... just have a look... Chapter 01He parked his Hummer right in front of the yellow taped area and took a deep breath before he opened the car-door. Before he finally did, he first controlled if his badge – left hip – his ID-card – right front – and his weapon – right hip – sat at their places. Of cause they did, but these few grasps had become part of his second nature. … Like also putting on his sun-glasses to protect his eyes against the hard sun of Florida and to hide against the cruelty the visit of such a crime-scene always was going to offer him. Lt. Horatio Caine, leader of the day-shift of the crime-scene investigation unit of the Miami Dade Police Department, got out of his car and fetched the metal box out of the trunk, which contained the whole equipment he would need for this case. Horatio wasn’t the first one arriving at this crime-scene. Alexx Woods, M.E., was already there and examined the body which was lying on the side-walk like a big puppet, who had lost its strings. Horatio was always touched in an ambivalent way of professionalism and anger when he saw the result of brutality lying right in front of him. He went over to Alexx… “Hey, Alexx.” “Horatio. … I don’t think you’ll be very pleased with the first facts I’ll gonna deliver you.” The red-headed lieutenant just took a single glance at the area of the victim’s head Alexx was pointing at to raise his attention. “Kill zone,” was everything he said. “Kind of déjà-vu for us, isn’t it?” Alexx concentrated again on the corpse. “Hey, hun. What did you do to make somebody so angry about you?” “Please ask him, which of his enemies was also willing to take the risk of such a lot of collateral damage,” Horatio snarled and took a look around. There must have been thousands of people, when the shot rang. Without stopping his scanning he continued to ask for further information: “Did anybody witness this attack?” Instead of Alexx a bold-headed and little bit over-weighted officer turned around and answered in a hard Texan accent: “This black-head guy, Southland, who’s looked after by the ambulance-guys. He didn’t see, hear or smell anything and suddenly his buddy broke down.” Horatio grinned: “This sounds like you don’t like him, Frank.” The jaws of Detective Frank Tripp cracked dangerously before he answered. “There’s always a reason, why somebody like this guy gets shot. Especially when talking about Alexx’s patient. But considering the description of Mr. Southland his dead buddy is already right on his stairways to heaven: a pure saint with no enemies, working in a pure business and being an honorable member of our community.” “So you’ve already found out the name of our devil in disguise?” Horatio asked more rhetorically. He knew that the aversion of his detective had a deeper reason. “Malcolm O’Neill,” was everything Frank said. Nervously he took a look around. “Member of the Jarhead-gang. Irish firebrands,” he finally added. Horatio only nodded to show his understanding while his mind already started to sort the different information he had got in the last few minutes. What he saw made him put down his case, straighten his back again and taking this observing position which was so typical for him: knees locked, hands placed on his slim hips, slowly turning his head observing the audience which soon had started to assemble on such occasions. It had been these strange kinds of people, who always showed up when a crime took place on the street. Horatio stared at them like he would observe some vultures keen on picking up any bit of information or attraction this scenery could offer. He swallowed down a hard order, because he suddenly thought the light around him had become brighter. TBC
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Post by sanne on Aug 3, 2009 21:23:02 GMT -10
The similarity to the old case is obvious......does the shooter have info about that case and is he (why do we always refer to shooters as men?) copying it, or is it a coincidence.........According to Frank's reaction the victim wasn't really a nice guy Sandra
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Post by margaret1234 on Aug 4, 2009 2:34:03 GMT -10
So why has the light around Horatio become lighter........mention of the Jarhead gang? Expect this is the case. The victim is obviously not nice, but what did he do that made the sniper wipe him out. Nice chapter Sundancer.
Margaret
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Post by pinkyster on Aug 4, 2009 4:02:31 GMT -10
So it's deja vu again. Horatio hates these types of cases and he certainly does not sound in a good mood. I love how this story is going... Can't wait to read more.
Jen
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Post by sundancer on Aug 4, 2009 4:02:52 GMT -10
Some things sound familiar, right? But just wait until the story will get really going...
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