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Alandra is the daughter of high ranking nobleman from England and an egyptian woman. Raised in the most lush part of London
Alandra had the benefit of the best schools and had every opportunity to do what she wished. An adventurous sort, Alandra's
greatest pleasure was listening to her grandfather, a retired Scotland Yard Detective, about his days in the yard. Having
been a methodical and intuative detective, Lord Dark Sr. saw that his granddaughter inherited all of his fine logical skills
and took much pleasure in setting up little crime games for his granddaughter to play detective. It never took little Alandra
long to solve the cases and when Alandra was 15 he started giving her real cases from his past and the clues. He was never
disappointed and she solved them in the same methodical way that made her grandfather famous in the Yard.
Alandra
went to university and majored in criminology and forensics and had hopes to join the yard like her grandfather. She soon
found that the Yard was too plodding for her and they rarely listened to her idea. So she left and made her own Agency. Her
grandfather was only too pleased to be on retainer as a consultant. Thus the adventures begin...... |
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Too many details can be...unhealthy in my world, so I'll keep it brief.
Used to be a homicide detective...until
one day when I've met a banker...his corpse, actually. He was an important political figure in old New York...many ties with
many city officials, which meant that everybody was breathing on my neck to solve this murder...'cause it was a murder. But
the way he was killed...in his own office...one bullet in the heart and another one right between his eyes...indicated a professional
job. Everything else was clean. I've managed though to track down a hidden notebook he was keeping in an old house in the
outskirts of the city...showed he was handling large amounts of money for a certain kind of people...the kind you wouldn't
want to mess with. I guess he saw it as his life insurance...but in my opinion it was the very thing that got him killed.
Poor chump...
Obviously I was not the only one who knew about this notebook, for the very next morning i found two
things on my desk: a rich envelope and a bullet. I guess it's obvious what my choice was.
I put the notebook in my
pocket and went to the Tricky Mister...the bar was right across the police section. I went to the back room and placed the
book on the table. There were three people sitting at that table...with their faces hidden by large black hats. One of them
leand towards me through the thick layer of cigars smoke and gave me a look that penetrated my skull like a 45 cap...those
few seconds felt like ages. He reached for the notebook and put it in his chest pocket..."You made the right choice" he said...then
disspeared in the smoke cloud where he came from.
I went back to the station and declared the case closed: murderer
unknown. It is futile to say that everything went sour after this...as my failure to solve this case killed my future in the
system.
After a few weeks...seeing my carrier gone down the drain, I decided to leave the force and started my own
practice.
A few days after I was walking to my car...listening to the rain hitting the sidewalk...I heard steps comming
from an alley near to the entrace to my office building. I turned around and saw the same character I've met at the Tricky
Mister...I couldn't see his eyes this time, but I clearly heard his voice:
"Welcome to the family."...
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