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Llidya Chapman


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Date: Oct 4, 2007
Murphy's Law
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At first, it was a normal phonecall. Llidya was at the park, listening to the violinist Miyu Ichinose play. She was a true artist. And some man joined her on an Uba drum, and it was excellent. And then she got the phone.

Llidya sat back on the chair. They were discussing an insurance company. It was a very well known insurance company, and they were having some internal problems. They had come to the Izzano Corporation to sell. Jackyboy only called her on big stuff with the company, and so they talked about that for a while, Llidya finally telling him to spend no more than seven hundred million to work it out. If they did everything right, which they usually did, she'd make it back threefold. It was a bet she was willing to make. Then he mentioned the bad news.

Mike Patrel had moved from New York, and they didn't know where. He was Llidya's number one enemy, as far as her cop life was concerned. And Human's First was making some moves into her background again. And one of the Ph D's out at the house saw something...

That was when she got the text message, and knew that they'd at least found out about the house.

It was the explosion through the phone that finally got her running. She'd walked tonight, of all the nights to walk, this just had to be it. The line was dead from talking to Jackyboy, and she was praying that he'd been in the barn, and not the house, and that they'd only hit the house. She was running the fastest she'd ran since basic training, frantically trying to dial Mark to get a truck downtown to pick her up. On the third ring he picked up, right into the talking.

"Llid I got red all over the board-"

"The blew the house Mark! Get a truck on Orchard!" She paused to take a breath, fighting through the pain. "Call the fire department and pick me up!" She flipped the phone closed, knowing what a strange and somewhat frightful sight she made running full speed down the street alongside parked cars.  She couldn't stop, everyone had to be alright, and that was that. If they weren't...she was the only one to blame. Three minutes later she heard the squeal of tires and glanced back to see a black Silverado coming straight for her. Luckily the street was mostly deserted. They pulled up beside her, barely slowing down, as Jason, in the back, grabbed her arm. She jumped with all her might and he pulled, bringing her safely into the bed of the truck. "Floor it!" She grabbed the side of the truck.

They made it to the house in fifteen minutes, barely beating the fire department. Llidya hopped out of the back before it even stopped, and she spotted Jackyboy. The orange glow lit up her little bit of land as bright as noon. She grabbed Jack's shoulder, and he turned fiercely, then realized it was Chapman.

"Head count." He nodded at her words, taking a deep breath. She looked back, and saw they'd only gotten the house, not the barn. Which was the best part. But the house was still gone. Jack appeared at her side again.

"Everyone accounted for. We got everyone out."

"Research?"

"Fine."

"Good. Set up everyone in the Hawthorne, use the inheritance backstory with the fire investigator's, and find Mike Patrel." Jackyboy nodded with each order, cataloging them in his mind. Llidya straightened, looking sadly to the house. "And, I guess, find me a construction company in town. We'll use local so as not to raise too much suspicion. You okay Jackyboy?" She asked finally, turning to him.

"Yeah Chapman. Should've known though, what with Dr. Wilkins-"

"No way you could have Jack. It's cool, just glad no one got hurt. We'll just rebuild. After you set them up at the Hawthorne, get me that construction company. I gotta get Mark to give me a ride back to work." With that, Llidya turned and went back to the truck, angry that she couldn't do anything about the situation, but glad everyone was alright. She knew Jackyboy'd be kicking himself for some time over this. She pulled open the door and climbed in the truck, not even looking to Mark.

"Chapman." She looked over to Jack, who'd followed her to the truck. "'nother thing. One of your buddies called from New York." She nodded, prompting him to speak. "He found something out about your transfer."

"What?"

"Would only talk to you." She shook her head.

"Alright." She held out her hand, and he passed her the information from his pocket. "I'll call him later." He nodded, and backed away, looking to her for a moment before walking away to start his to do list.

"Take me back to the precinct."

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Llidya Chapman


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Date: Oct 7, 2007
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It was only a couple of days later that Llidya reached into her bomber jacket pocket to pull out a piece of paper with Leiutenant Collins' name on it. She'd been busy, calling the Fire Marshal guys and telling them to blow the whole thing over as an accident, blame it on bad wiring. They grumbled about it, not understanding why she didn't want it investigated, but Llidya pressed pretty hard, and it was her business. If she didn't want to press charges, then so be it. So they left the property alone, not bothering to look any further than putting out the flames.

She had sighed a big sigh of relief, and flipped her phone open to see if she'd had any calls, mainly from any construction companies, but nothing, and then to look at the text message she'd recieved right before the explosion had rocked through her phone.

"Chapman go boom. -Old friend of flame"

She flipped it shut again, then open, thinking back to her past. She'd caught and jailed the one guy who set her on fire. And then there was the guy that liked to lock his victims in their car and watch them burn. But that'd been in Queens. She'd consulted, that was it, and he'd die. No one she'd went after about fire had gotten away...Wait. There'd been William Roark, the warehouse case. She straightened. No way he was in town...was he? The guy wouldn't follow her all the way to Salem after a few years just to get back at her for bothering his family a little bit...would he? Well okay, it was more aggressive harassment. The man had set his fiance and a couple of vampires on fire, for the love of jove. In one of her warehouses, no less. No one knew the latter part, of course. But that hadn't been why she was going after him. It was dangerous paranormals like him that made people want a registry system for all the supernaturals. Not that it would affect Llidya, she was as normal as any human, but she knew how people were. It started with a registry system, and then it moved on to reservation, and it would only be a hop skip and jump to concentration camps after that. That kind of future wasn't any kind of future at all.

Her Leiutenant had told her to drop it or she'd get dropped, after a particularly nasty encounter with the family, and so she had. She remembered exactly what he looked like though. He'd disappeared straight from the hospital, and then the Chinatown Murders started and she'd been bogged down with that. She looked down, flipping her phone open again, making a note to call Jack to find out if the man was in town.

He'd gotten the scientist settled at the Hawthorne nicely, and was in the process of finding Mike Patrel. Adding one more person to that hunt was no big deal. The inheritance story went by everyone with a breeze, and that was a plus. But now that the Fire Marshal's were gone, they could go back and forth to the barn with no suspicion, and get back to their research. Llidya looked to the little piece of paper with Collins' number on it, and dialed.

"Hewwo?" Llidya straightened, a bit surprised by the five year old voice. Must be his home number...that was strange.

"Uh hi. Is Leiutenant Collins home?" No answer, just a clacking noise as the phone was dropped and the sound of small running feet. She could hear a long drawn out Daddy as the steps faded. Then some muffling noises as the phone was picked up once more.

"Leiutenant Collins." The familiar voice that oversaw the Organized Crime Division in the NYPD spoke. Llidya smiled slightly.

"'ey Lou, it's Chapman. Sorry it took me so long to get back to ya."

"Chapman! 'ey!"

"Yeah I didn't mean to call ya at home, it's the only number ya left me."

"Yeah there's a reason for that. Listen, somethin's going down. It has to do with you. I found out something about your transfer." Llidya's eyes narrowed, and she looked around, like anyone could overhear her. But his tone was dead serious, and his voice level low, like he didn't want his family to hear. "Davis was pushed to transfer you, and he told the Commisioner no, because he knew you wouldn't do it." Davis had been her commander in the Homocide Division.

"Transfer me to where?"

"Salem. They were going to force you to go, but we know how you are. Davis was scared as shit to tell me this Chapman, because the commisioner was sweatin' balls. Like he was dead scared, desperate to get you out there. Told him not to tell anyone. Then that position mysteriously opens up in Salem and you go on your own? It's like someone knew you'd have to make the choice yourself and set it up so you'd only go there."

"Who the fuck would know I'd want to leave the force after ten years?"

"I don't know. Someone who's got power though. He started on Davis just before you totalled your Chevelle on 87. And then that opening happened. I mean, you don't think they caused your accident, do ya? Made you wanna leave?" No, no one could set up what happened to her on Highway 87. That'd been accident, providence, really. Or had it? She'd been really messed up after that accident, so much so she hadn't wanted to stay in New York.

"You think they wanted me out of New York or in Salem?"

"I don't know. But if ya ask me, I think your next move should be to check and see why that positioned opened up in Salem."

"Yeah, yeah I'll do that. Thanks for this Collins. I had no idea."

"I didn't think you did. I gotta go. I don't know what's goin' on. But watch your back, don't trust anyfuckin'body."

"Yeah, don't worry, I can take care of myself. You take care Collins. I owe you a big one."

"Yeah. Keep in touch."

"Later."

Llidya flipped the phone closed, and sat up, looking at her desk. Then she stood up, moving out of the precinct. She could really go for a drink.

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Llidya Chapman


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Date: Oct 17, 2007
Murphy's Law: 3 for 3
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Llidya woke up, and gritted her teeth. The headaches had been steadily getting worse, and these were way different than her migraines. With her migraines there'd be nausea, temporary blindness and want of not getting off the floor.

Now there was just pain, and her freezing episodes were back, and more frequent. She would just be doing any normal thing, and a sudden pain would grip her chest, paralyzing her. She'd freeze, being unable to move until she could take a breath deep enough to break through the pain. And there'd always be a pop to accompany the last vestiges of the inhalation.

She sat up, the events of last night crashing back to her. Dakota, Artemis, Xanto...Lola. Poor Lola.

Damn it. She'd stayed away from everyone, ever since her little street racing stint in New York, and that'd been a little over ten years ago. She'd been a cop at the same time, but no one had ever figured out who drove the Widowmaker.

And what kind of craziness was the water thing? She'd just shaken Artemis' hand and suddenly it was like she'd just stepped out of a pool. She glanced over at her bomber jacket, set on a chair to dry. Xanto had tried to help, but she'd tapped him too, causing a small earthquake. She just needed to stay away from people until she figured this out.

"Chapman." Llidya glanced to the door of her small little apartment on the second floor of the barn. Mark was talking through it, not bothering to knock.

"Yeah I'm awake. And decent, come in." She told him, pulling a sheet up to cover herself. Mark stepped through the door, that sliver of light cutting through the darkness. He stayed in the frame, not wanting to impede any further.

"Dr. Suresh says he's gonna need some biological samples for the next step of his research, and Dr. Cocteau says he'll need titanium rods for the new prototype. The Syndicate's on a job extracting a lycan in New York." She nodded her head. No sensitivity to light either, unlike her past headaches.

"Right, right, sure. Call Jersey, I gotta plant down there that's has a stronger compound for what he's looking for, and tell Dr. Suresh I'm working on it. I'm not exactly best of friends with any lycans. Did Margie finish looking over that proposal?" She didn't respond to the Syndicate job. She'd wanted to go on that one, couldn't get away from the never ending mountain of paper work Redfern kept piling on her desk.

"Yeah she said it was picture perfect. Perry's transferring to San Francisco first thing tomorrow, you want to come to the party?"

Llidya shook her head. "No, thanks though. Headache. Have Perry do one last thing for me, drop that proposal at the post office, mail it to the department to Ash Redfern."

Mark nodded, then hesitated. "You gonna be alright Chapman?"

Llidya peered at him, eyes barely open. "Yeah, I'll be fine. Just have Perry do that before he takes off tomorrow."

"Yes ma'am." And then he was gone, quietly shutting the door behind him. Llidya fell back in bed with a light groan. Too much to deal with.

Complete strangers being pissed off at her for sleeping with Cesco, and not to mention Silent wanting to kill her for god knows why. She wouldn't be able to step foot into the Hookah or Cauldron for a while, as others were frequenters of the place before she was. She was going to be living on carry out for a while. And with all that, she didn't know if she was going to get her house finished or not, and she was in no condition to work on her car. A thought struck her. Perry was going to San Francisco. There was meaning to that...oh yeah, that happened mid-October. Something else was supposed to happen...Lucas! Lucas was up for parole hearing sometime soon. Or he was getting out. She couldn't remember. She'd have to give him a call, arrange a pick up or something. Agh...so much.

Not to mention she didn't want to be around anyone right now, couldn't really anyway, might tap the wrong person and a, piss them off, or b, explode. She reached for her cell phone, and dialed the station, doing something she hadn't done her entire career. She was calling in sick. There went the picture perfect attendance record.

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Llidya Chapman


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Date: Oct 20, 2007
Murphy's Law Four for Final
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Llidya pulled up, killing the engine and slowly making her way to the barn. She took another sip of her expresso drink, sighing. She hoped Cara was going to be alright, be able to find her Nimir Ra and all. She punched in the numerical code, and the door released it's air locks, swinging open slowly. She stepped inside, pulling the door shut with both hands on the inner door bar. And the Hookah. That was fuckin' stupid. She couldn't believe she'd passed out. Third time in her lifetime, and she'd done it at the Hookah. She scowled, raising a hand to Dr. Wilkins and Dr. Minh as she passed. They were standing over their research, what looked like a pulse pistol from a scifi show. They were trying to get a working model, practical so it would be easily purchased by policing forces all across the nation.

The next lab was Dr. Suresh. He was bent over a microscope, into his work. She smiled, and glanced at the last project, the one that took up most of the barn. Dr. Cocteau was dirty, covered in grime and grease, and had at least 15 of her guys working with him, including Mark. It was a big project. He didn't notice her either. Llidya swung around the stairs, taking them two at a time until she got to the loft floor, and moved to the door of her little apartment.

She was in the shower when the perimeter alarms went off. Llidya rinsed furiously and jumped out, pulling on her robe. Then she heard Mags voice over the radio that sat on her dresser, and she scowled, rushing out of the door and down the stairs. Mark and a few of his guys were already climbing out of the pit where Dr. Cocteau's work sat. Llidya yanked the door open and watched the CV-22 Osprey land very carefully on the foundation of her house. Makes, Gage and Wells had to be up front with Mags. Damn she was good, landing with so little space. She heard Mark's radio go off next to her.

"Need to get Keyes and Digs off this bird. Have some precious cargo we're gonna drop,  and we gotta park for a couple of days." Llidya grabbed up the radio as she made her way to the plane.

"Now dammit Mags! You can't park here. I can't hide a plane, as much as I'd like to be able to."

"Sorry Flash. You got the eggheads to help us figure out what kinda shit we got ourselves in." Llidya didn't respond. She set the radio back on his belt and they all jogged to the plane. Her guys started unloading some boxes, and she ran over to help Keyes out with Diggs.

"Jesus Diggy, ya couldn't wait five minutes." DIggs rolled his head over to look at her, giving her a tired smile.

"Aw Flash. I thoughtchu was finally gonna give me that lap dance..." He told her. He sounded out of it, and Llidya lifted his arm over her shoulder, starting for the barn. She felt the dampness on his side start to seep into her robe. He was drowsy from loss of blood. She glanced over his head at Keyes.

"What the hell happened DK?" Keyes looked back to her as they supported Diggs.

"Got in, got the lycan, and got into some serious shit gettin' out." Llidya glanced back to Diggs side. The plane had been shut off, the rotors slowing down behind her.

"Not lycan is it?" Keyes shook his head at her question.

"Nah. Some kinda wolverine son of a bitch." She nodded, and hurried into the barn with him. Mags and pilot crew were right behind her. She glanced back to them as they shut the door.

"You guys gotta move that bird in less than ten hours." Mags shook her head.

"Can't. Gotta find out what's in those cases." Llidya turned to look at the boxes of cargo, as she set Diggs down on a table. Dr. Suresh already had some surgical gloves on and a stitches kit out. Llidya wiped her brow, and looked back to Mags.

"Alright, I'll call the construction company and let them off for the weekend. You owe me."

Mags nodded grimly. "Thanks Flash.  But I think you want to know as much as I do what's in those cases."

Llidya walked over to look at them, and paused. They had Department of Defense seals all over them. She looked back to Mags.

"What the hell did you guys hit?"

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