A report from the desk of Police Inspector Roseline Baptiste)
Translated from Haitian Creole
I met up with the visiting police inspector today, Lieutenant Fransisco Cruz. He's a stout man only slightly taller than me. He isn't overweight, but he doesn't appear to be overly fit either. His tan skin and dark hair are accented by a well kempt mustache on his upper lip. He spoke in a fast purposeful pace recounting his pursuit of two criminals. Prisoners who match the description of my mystery passengers. He says both men are highly skilled and dangerous. He almost immediately began asking questions and demanding answers. Oh Lyetnan Cruz, this is my city, my case. You will show me the respect I deserve or you will be sent right back the way you came.
(A report from the desk of Lieutenant Inspector Fransisco Cruz)
Translated from Spanish
Chief inspector, I have finally arrived in Port-au-Prince, Haiti. I had a meeting with the local inspector following the case, Miss Roseline Baptiste. She is a small but muscular looking woman. Shorter than me, maybe 160.02cm. She has dark skin and a mass of curly black hair pulled back into a ponytail. She is fierce, maybe even more so than me. She speaks in a way that leaves one confused whether to be intimidated or aroused. Perhaps it's her accent. They way certain vowels sound as they echo from her beautiful face. Oh Roseline, I…uh...THE CASE! OF COURSE! We have many things to investigate. I mustn't waste too much time writing this.
(A report from the desk of Police Inspector Roseline Baptiste)
Translated from Haitian Creole
Lyetnan Cruz and I have begun our joint effort to find and apprehend the escaped men. His methods I fear are too bullish for an investigation such as this. If he makes much more noise he'll alert the entire Caribbean islands. His Haitian is also horrendous and I am often stepping in to act as interpreter for his would-be interrogations. I am starting to feel that partnering with this man was a mistake. Well, all the more reason to find and capture these criminals quickly. Lyetnan Cruz may be inept but we are both pursuers of justice and justice will prevail.
(A report from the desk of Lieutenant Inspector Fransisco Cruz)
Translated from Spanish
Chief Inspector, We have been on the trail of these men for a full 24 hours. I have not slept since I arrived here. I feel my body lagging. Still, the search must go on. Elvis may be the most challenging rival of my career. He and his partner have evaded us at every turn. Inspector Baptiste and I are now following up on a lead she had. A hotel not far from the docks. Upon viewing the ledger there is a freshly signed name “Elvis” Can it be? The clerk seemed to be actively ignoring my questions. Lieutenant Cruz rolls a 4 for diplomacy Inspector Baptiste blames me for being too aggressive. We have to push boundaries in the pursuit of justice. We have no room for niceties. I'm quite possibly staking my career on this case. I know in my bones we are in the right spot. Rest assured Chief Inspector, my next message will be to notify you of our great success.
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Elvis (Voicemail)
Admiral, man, I- uh, the last 12 hours have been wild. We got into some trouble again. Man it was a crazy thing. I heard someone knocking on the doors down the hall from our hotel room. I figured it must be housekeeping so I want to check the situation out. When I opened the door to ask what was going on I was met face to face or almost anyways. She was short or do they prefer petite? Anyways she was petite dark skin and had some crazy wild hair in a ponytail. She kinda just stared at me. I don't know, maybe she recognized me? As I started to say "Can I help you?" And this other fella stormed in. That's when Alejandro went into action and motioned to me to go out the window down the emergency fire escape. So I did. I gotta say it was the strangest thing the lady officer didn't even move. She was just staring at me like she was overtaken by my southern charms. Anyways I made for the window while Alejandro and the other officer were tangled. Alejandro and Lieutenant Cruz opposed CMB for grapple a 3 and a 15 respectively I threw the window open and right as I was about to climb down the fire escape Alejandro got hurt and pinned. Now mind you I'm not much of a fighter but I'll still try to protect my own. Elvis rolls a nat 1 on acrobatics to dive through the window I jumped back in the window maybe too fast because I hit my head on the frame. Maybe that's why this next part didn't make sense. That lady officer finally snapped out of it and ran over to the scuffle and knocked out the other cop, Inspector rolls a nat 20 on Lieutenant Cruz in one haymaker of a punch. Before I could speak let alone think straight she looked at me and said.
"Roseline Baptiste. Do not forget my name."
I tried to ask "why?" But before I could form the words Alejandro was on me pulling me up and out the window. We are good up…I really don't know where now waiting on a boat to…somewhere. Hopefully I can call you back soon man. Take care.
(A report from the desk of Police Inspector Roseline Baptiste)
Translated from Haitian Creole
Lyetnan Cruz and I are investigating upstairs in the hotel Cerulean. Thanks to Cruz's rudeness we don't have a room number. So we began knocking on the doors on the upper floor. The first guest to answer their door was a young woman, maybe 17. She said her mother and her are staying overnight on their way to the Dominican Republic. The second guest was an adult man, maybe 30? He says he’s here to visit family. Lyetnan Cruz was stuck in a conversation with a young boy who either couldn’t answer his questions or didn't understand them. Either way the boy stood in the doorway with a vacant expression on his face. As I went to knock on the next door it was opened for me. The guest was a man, tall, broad shoulders, silver slicked back hair. He was wearing a black suit jacket with a blue Hawaiian tourist style shirt and black slacks. He asked “What's going on out here?” I-don’t know what came over me, but I could not answer. Something strange happened when our eyes met. Not an attraction, more like being put in a trance. I lost track of myself for I know not how long. When I regained myself Lyetnan Cruz and another man were grappling. The other man, our notorious “Elvis”, had made a break for the window. In an unexpected move he dove back through the window. I’m still not sure if it was bravery or stupidity, but he tried to make it over to his cohort. I-his friend threw the Lyetnan off and knocked him out after this. That is when I too was restrained. The men, Elvis and the other…escaped after that. God only knows where. We are battered and bruised on top of exhaustion from not sleeping for so long. The chase…must…go on.