[Elliot Clayton x fem!oc]
(𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 -- 𝐂𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞)
Gretta Kemble is the 17 year old daughter of single mother and police homicide detective Grace Kemble, who is most known for dealing with the most high profile cas...
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It was evening by the time Grace and Carmen showed up to Oktoberfest and discovered the body of actor Hans Vogel.
It was one of the worst Grace had seen. He was stood up with a cuckoo pole sticking through his stomach, a ring of blood surrounding it.
"Oh my god." She finds herself muttering aloud, standing there in shock at the body.
"A movie star is now dead on our watch? This is way too suspicious...I wonder if the Promethians were involved?" Carmen wonders aloud as Grace then notices a postcard on the ground addressed to the victim along with a photograph. "I don't see why not. They've been every other scene I've investigated so far." Grace explains and Carmen smirks as she sees the items in her hand. "I see you're already onto something, Grace! That faded postcard might reveal something after you dust it. And what's that photo you found?"
Grace looks at it again, wanting to have a clearer picture of the photo. "It looks like a cardboard cut out of our victim with...maybe another suspect?" She suggests, handing Carmen the photo. "Maybe. We should run this guy's face through our database and see if there's a match." Carmen says, scribbling down notes furiously. "Okay...before that though, I dusted off the postcard and look at this message." Grace says, giving Carmen the postcard. "Meet me there," she murmurs, "what's with the numbers at the bottom." "I think they're coordinates, maybe the location of the meeting?" Grace guesses. "Hm...maybe, but just to make sure, we should hand this off to Elliot."
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After having an awkward encounter with the unknown guy in the photo—Gunther Fritz, National Eating Sausage Contest champ, traveling nudist and fan of the victim—and him giving details about a new location, Grace and Carmen returned to headquarters to have the body/murder weapon ID'd—Angela informed a wooden cuckoo pole was used to impale the victim, but he was also hit on the head beforehand, most likely with a beer mug.
Next, the two agents got in touch with Elliot and Gretta about the coordinates.
"The code on the postcard sent to the victim was a piece of cake. I plugged in the numbers written on the card and it brought me to the MGRS in, like, seconds." Elliot explains, placing his computer on his lap to check notes. "The MGRS?" Carmen asks, confused. "It stands for Military Grid Reference System." Grace explains, shocking both Gretta and Carmen. "What? My uncle was in the military!" "Yeah...I'm definitely going to have to ask you about that later." Gretta says and Elliot continues, "The MGRS is the geocoordinate standard used by militaries for mapping out the entire earth. And...these coordinates lead to the exact point where you found your victim dead...the village square." Grace's eyes widen at that revelation as she looks at the map on the desk.
Every coordinate has been labeled on the map of Bierburg with two different handwritings on it, meeting in the middle—Gretta and Elliot probably drew them out from opposite sides.
