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Pulling one hand from the warmth of a pocket, Major Edward O’Bannion squats down to grab the dead girls chin, pushing the head to the left side until the wounds that were once hidden becomes visible as two small, ovate holes in the right temple ooze red and white. “One of yours, Eddie?” A large burly African American man asked as he stroked his obviously meticulously groomed goatee with his gloved hand. “Double tap to the head, no other signs of trauma or struggle, yep, I’d say sleeping beauty is one of mine, Dog” The Major got to his feet, feeling the clammy summer air of South Boston hit him in a rush. “Whose the primary?” The man identified as Dog pulled off the rubber glove he wore and threw it into the trash. “Orton. He’s on his way to the coroner’s office as we speak, you know him he likes to step ahead of the body. Want me to have him shoot over the paperwork when he gets back to Homicide?” O’Bannion clicked his tongue as he looked down at the dead girl that lay on the corner of Clinton Street. “Mm” He mumbled. “Let me guess, despite this lovely crowd of people we have zero witnesses?...” Dog nodded. “Like lambs to the slaughter. This the forth one in as many weeks. Time for people to start to notice” Dog pulled out a thick cigar from his jacket offered it to Eddie who declined. He put the stogie between his lips and sparked it up before speaking. “MWWS?” The Major placed his hands in his pockets and smiled. “Oh no doubt” 

[b]Case 1: The Game[/b]

The next morning , bright and early at 7am, Major O’Bannion looked upon the eclectic group gathered in front of hm. A combination of some of the brightest in the department and some who simply knew how to play the game very well. Blessed be this Brotherhood known as the Major Crimes Unit. They worked off-site in a building not too far from Boston Harbour, the Mayor’s gift to them so they would not be disturbed during their prolonged investigations. O’Bannion got up from his seat behind his desk and walked to the otherside where is unit, as well as the SVU which had recently merged with them sat before him. He folded his arms behind his back and smiled.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve got a new case on our hands. Each of you has in your hands a file with information sent to us from Homicide. Recently there has been a spate of murders, all female with dark hair and between the ages of 18 and 30 and all with the same cause of death, a double tap from a silenced pistol. Each of the women were reported missing and exactly three days later, their bodies found somewhere near where they lived. None of the victims show any signs of sexual abuse but they do all possess binding wounds, so it looks like they’re being held captive for some reason and then killed. Now that we’re up to four and possibly more that we’ve yet to discover, our beloved Mayor and Commissioner have both been engulfed in MWWS; Missing White Woman Syndrome. Stopping this nutjob is now our main priority. Our first port of call is the latest victim; [hider=Miranda Broad][img=http://img1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20131204214329/vampirediaries/images/4/4f/The_Casket_Girls_1.jpg][/hider] Twenty seven years old. Nothing remarkable about her circumstances other than she has an older brother who is a State Trooper. She worked at a hotel front desk, The Addison. She was last seen visiting her mother’s grave four days ago before she wound up on Clinton Street, last night. Take some time, go through the file and then come to me if you’ve got any thoughts. Happy hunting kids”