Melkor — Roleplayer Guild

Over the last week Biermann had uprooted his life and moved to Minneapolis, all for a job that seemed only too interesting. The Bureau of Unconventional Crime had sent a letter to Biermann offering him a job as one of their detectives, it had been delivered to his hotel room in Paris. He had told no one where he’d be staying, not even his partners knew where he was. The only person that knew he was in Paris was the man that hired him to collect information on his wife’s activities, which was child’s play.

The man was not wrong in suspecting that she was hiding something, she’d been having an affair with his business partner. Biermann was paid, a large sum of money, to find this information that the man could have had anyone find out by simply following her. Biermann was a private detective, he never advertised himself, people simply talked about him after he’d fixed or ruined their lives. Or, at least, that’s what he counted on them doing. They’d bring up, that they’d had a private detective investigate someone, in conversation with their mates and then pass on the information to a future client.
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Biermann opened the letter that he’d just received. It was from the BUC…The BUC?… he opened it and began reading. The Bureau of Unconventional Crime… Independent of any government… Please board United flight 264 from Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris to Minneapolis… He reached into an inner pocket of his vest and procured a mobile phone, he touched the screen and brought it up to his ear.

“It’s me,” He waited for a reply, when none came he continued, “Your wife is currently engaged in an affair with the man who’s office is two doors east of yours in your workplace.” Biermann hung up, without waiting for a reply, he couldn’t care less. He dialed another number into the screen and brought it back to his ear.

“Jonathan, it’s me.” This was one of his partners, “I’m leaving, please refer all of my cases to Alphonse.” He hung up the phone and went to the desk in the room. How could they know that I’d be here? They must’ve been following me for a days… Either way, I’ll find out nothing without going there and seeing the BUC for myself.

“Biermann,” He’d heard his name and stopped looking around the room, subtly, wondering where the cameras were hidden. “Seeing as you’ve been appointed head Detective, it seems only right.” Biermann looked around the room, attempting to decipher what he could about the people in the room, though he couldn’t find out anything that wasn’t obvious.

“My name is Alexander Biermann,” he spoke with an incredibly slight German accent, “I’m half German and I was a private detective before I received my letter from the Bureau of Unconventional Crime. It was most interesting to me, so I came. Though jet lag is horrible, I came from Moscow you see, so when I arrived I was most incredibly tired. Though I’ve had a chance to explore the building and may help those who may still be confused after orientation.”

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