Micheal: now my good sir Anthony for all the lords in the sky as my witness i would like to report a murder of one Joseph Cuthbert. from my understanding he was murdered in the night suspects unknown yet i saw a William Charlton exit the scene of the crime rather paranoid i'd suggest starting with him. no other witnesses.
Anthony: how do you know this much yet give little information needed?
Michael: i'm not sure i understand my good sir?
Anthony: you seem to know a lot about what seems to me as the perfect crime.
Micheal: you have my word for i have not committed this brutal massacre of this good man for if i was i would never be the same corruption filling my fibula bra...
Anthony:that's enough! you may leave now take me to this crime.
the murder of sir Cuthbert is the first of many incidents which shall lead to our Nobel and honest protagonist for when he strikes the match to light the flame to engulf them all.
William arrived at Maria's house to confess his undying love to her.
William: Maria hello, oh how i've missed your face.
he reached for her through the bars of the gate.
Maria:will it's lovely to see you! be quite tho my farther may here us.
William: i shall speak nothing but calming whispers.
Maria: your voice would calm the most violent of revolution.
William: you would turn anyone to you with a glance you absorb the room.
Maria: you look so great today.
William: and you to. i must leave you now, for i cannot risk your farther seeing me meet me at the rabbits foot tonight.
Maria: i cannot wait!
these two love birds so entranced in each others lust forever placing trust into one and another and Arthur and Julia. neither content or unwilling to stick together yet persevere none the wiser. powering through the dark times
Charles: my good sir have you heard the news?
Tomas: pas bon signore ce qui s'est passé?
Tomas Moreau was a French soldier and after WW1 decided to go to Britain and become second in command in the police side of things.
Charles: there has been a murder of one Joseph Cuthbert.
Tomas: quand où et comment?
Charles: english?
Tomas: when where and how?
Charles: that's the thing no one knows.
Tomas: Baise-moi, les gens de Londres sont inutiles!
Charles: do you speak english much?
Tomas: un peu mais je ne parle pas couramment.
Charles: can you learn cos i don't know what your saying sir.
Tomas: laissez-moi faire mes devoirs alors bon monsieur.
Charles: see like what does that mean?
Tomas: au revoir monsieur!
the language barrier for Tomas became a really harsh problem for him since he emigrated. the pesky French detective he'd became infamous for and when your inside the belly of the beast of racism it's hard to exit.
Micheal: (to self) i am destroying Williams life slowly. they won't know it was me who killed me Joseph. but i have left traces for our good friend William to be set up and take the fall. the bigger they are the harder they fall and all but his popularity won't be enough to protect him from his own mind.
why do i do this. this man. this man is why i am second in this city and i shall not stand for it. HE DOESNT KNOW HOW LUCKY HE IS! i want his position his power to fall into my palm. i cannot let a foolish man such as him take my place the place that belongs to me. i run this city and no one will take my position my power from me i earned this. me on my own what did he do. nothing he did nothing. and for this i shall bring him to his knees.
