Forsaken of Federal Hill

Start off with setting, who's there and a rough amount of time before our first hunt.

A sweaty musk perforated the newly renovated gym behind the Center, a heavy bass drumming on in the background, pounding out a tempo for the new recruits up in the battered boxing ring. Rashid stood by in a corner, his massive dark form taking up enough room for two men. He was shouting out whenever one of them slipped up, his heavy voice booming out over the weights, music, and exhausted panting the made this environment his home.

Alright boys, one round left before you’re done for the day, you might make county for the middleweights after all!
Rashid turned his back to the ring, scanning the room with a hint of pride. This was his place. His to run, his to rule, and they enjoyed it. The abuse they stack on top of each other only makes the entire group stronger. This was a damn close fit to the pack he lost a while back, all of these guys are fighters, survivors. It only took a few months to transform the place into a fitness and recovery center from an old American Visionary Museum that was replaced by a newer, more modern look a couple years back.

Unfortunately, the place took money to keep up to date. A lot of it. He never really wanted for much in his professional career thanks to his record, but most of Rashid’s money was tied up in the place, and he needed help. He got that invitation a couple weeks back for a great gig coaching some Hollywood Star that would pay for things for months to come, but some things had to be updated here first.

Rose had this guy who freelanced for the Blue Line and was solid with computers; the two of them should be here any time. Maybe after he came back from that trip he would talk to Rose about something that weighed on his mind, the tensions at the park were getting high and needed to be settled soon, before another murder took place.

"So, wait, why am I here?" The tall lanky man walking beside the girl looked as if he just woke up, mostly because he did. His medium length brown hair was disheveled, his tee shirt was wrinkled, as was his basketball shorts. His eyes were bloodshot as though he stayed up way too late on a computer.

He hadn't quite woken up yet, and didn't even get to make coffee for his wife before Rose was pounding on his door.

"To do what you do best, TK. Thanks for coming. This guy needs some help updating...computer-y stuff? I don't know, ask him. He didn't go into detail, just asked me if I knew a tech guy and of course I thought of you!" Rose flashed him a winning smile and nodded toward the entrance. "Come on, I don't have all day. My partner thinks I'm on a lunch run."

"This better end up a lunch run, I didn't even eat breakfast yet." He said as his stomach growled very audibly.

"I'm feeling tacos." he exclaimed as he entered the building.

"There's gratitude for ya! I did wait until you were awake, after all. There's a taco truck outside the police precinct. It's decent. Of course, then I get to explain why it took me an hr to walk outside and order food from a vendor 30 feet away." Rose sighed. "That should be a fun conversation!" Her sarcasm was damn near visible. "Anyway, let's focus on why we're here and worry about food later." Rose wrinkled her nose as the smell of sweat permeated her nostrils. "Ugh, this is why I avoid coming in here. It feels like it's ON me. Oh, there's Rashid. Let's go."

There they are! Rashid's voice boomed suddenly, the whole gym stopping for a moment as the detective and her friend walked it.
Not so easy kids, keep moving, my guests aren't your distractions!

The hulk of a man came up to the front door, towel draped across his bare shoulders, welcoming them in with a wide sweeping arm. Come in already, lets get upstairs so that we can talk without the little ones gawking at Rose... He hesitates a moment looking at the detective expectantly, it IS alright I call you Rose right, or are we still on "professional" terms?

Rashid took the two of them upstairs in relative silence, past a comfortable looking lounge, through a smoky windowed door into an office. Posters hung on the wall, a polished champion belt hung on the wall behind a long plush couch.

Rose scoffed as they entered the office. Well, at least the smell was gone in here. "The regulars I arrested called me Rose. The people I work with call me Rose. In fact, I'm only Rosaline to strangers when introducing myself. Um, so yes, call me Rose." She gestured to TK and said, "This is TK Owens. TK, this is Rashid Mosley." Introductions complete, Rose wondered if she could leave now. Probably not. So instead she stood back and let the two of them discuss their business.

Alright then. Rashid grabs a pale green button down from the coat rack in the corner and puts it on before turning around and holding a meaty hand out to the newcomer.
TK huh? Good to meetcha, I hope you can help me get this place squared away before my trip to LA.

TK followed the well built man in silence, trying to suppress his stomach from rumbling. He noticed all the looks that Rose was getting from the people working out. He supposed that she was really pretty, but wouldn't admit it in court. They finally arrived to the office. Rose and Rashid were talking for a minute, but TK wasn't really listening, that is, until Rose said TK's name. He snapped to attention, not wanting to be rude.

"It's a pleasure, Mr. Mosley!" TK stuck his hand out for a handshake. TK looked around the office, until his eye caught the gold belt on the wall.

"Nice belt? how'd you get it?" He asked without breaking eye contact with the belt.

Men outside the circle that is boxing always ask the silliest things, Rashid thought as the clasped hands. Well, to be blunt, I beat a man's skull in, legally, I might add. he finished with a quick wink at Rose. I'm the national heavyweight boxing champ. Rashid seemed to glow with pride. Thirty matches, two losses, twenty six of the twenty eight won by knock out. He waited a moment to let all of that to sink in.
If you would like, I can show you some of the bouts after we get things set up, distractions tend to slow everyone down. If I don't let my kids slack off, I shouldn't either. A self-knowing smile crossed his face before he gestured to a chair behind his desk at a stock computer wired to the wall.

"Oh, that's really cool. I don't know we had a big time boxer here in town." TK realized how dumb that sounded as soon as he said. It would of been more accurate to say he thought he'd never meet anybody so famous.

"Ah, yes, the computer!" He said in response to seeing it. Part of him wanted to snicker at the basic setup, but he didn't wanna be rude, and definitely didn't want his head bashed in. He took a junior boxing class as a kid, but that was a couple decades ago.

"So, what seems to be the problem?" He asks, sitting in the desk chair.

Rashid just looked at TK for a moment before he continued. He was after all the victory story of Harlem as of a year ago, so it's not like time has passed. His Change took him to the top of the nation after a hiatus trying to figure himself out. His Tribe helped him harness the strength that he became known for in the ring.
Well, to begin with, I'm not the one who maintains them. Computers have always been a luxury I never dealt with. Rashid stepped aside so that TK could sit and look around.
We've been hit up by some viruses of late, and the guy who ran my funds for this place took off a week before some hacker or something got access to our money. I changed the passwords and all of that, but I want to make sure that sort of bull doesn't happen again. I wanted to knock Cameron silly for taking off on me like that, but his phone's been dead all week.

"Easy enough, leave it to me!" TK popped his knuckles and started typing at an amazing speed. After a few moments, anyone watching him could tell he was engrossed in what he was doing.

After a few minutes, TK seemed to get a quizzical look on his face.

As soon as the new guy froze, Rashid got nervous real quick. What's wrong? The thing didn't freeze up on you, did it?
He looked up at Rose and raised a quick eyebrow, wondering if she knew any more than he did.

"Well, I have good news and bad news." TK says with a sigh. "You don't have a hacker, at least not a remote one." TK types some more without waiting to hear a response.

"...... and, yep, last accessed by Cameron... last night." He looks up to Rashid. "He hit you again last night, after closing time. But the good news is you don't have anymore viruses."

He did WHAT?! Rashid seethed with rage, and started pacing. That screwball, that asshole, that...he's dead!
Rashid stopped in his tracks instantly. After a quick glance up to the detective he snarled, metaphorically I guess
The thought of the cop in the room cooled his fury quicker than you would have thought possible, but not before a loud *CRACK* as the solid backed chair on the other side of the desk had its legs splintered from the force of a dropped fist.

Ok, let's go with this then. Can you find out where he put the money? I have a better question. An intense gaze towards Rose was between demanding she do something and begging she help, If you do find where he took off too, can you get it back for me? This is something, you just witnessed your consultant uncover something, embezzling, theft, something, right? He had to do this. There had to be a solution, and he happened to have the right people in the room? This was perfect. Terrible, awful...INFURIATING. But perfect.

"Ok, so first, let's just take a deep breath, ok? I understand you're angry, Rashid. And I'm gonna pretend I didn't just hear what I just...did not hear. Heat of the moment and all that, I get it. Of course I'll help. You didn't even have to ask. But in exchange, I need you to let ME figure out where the money is. AND where he is. This isn't up for debate." Rose wasn't going to let Rashid commit a deed that he couldn't take back just because some money went missing. She knew how important those funds were. Hell, she had helped raise some of it. She was pissed too, but her cop training kept up a calm faćade that she was relatively sure neither of them could see through. None of that would mean anything if he got locked up for making a stupid decision. "Hey. Hey. Hey! Snap out of it." He hadn't answered her yet."You need to promise me that you'll stay out of it. You won't be doing anything good for the local kids if they see you in jail."

What? Rashid looked back, confused. Yeah, sure, ok. He was glad someone here could think for him right now, his mind was racing, plans, ideas, revenge.

It didn't matter to him, but for the kids, he had to play nice. If you need me for anything, please, give me a call. Rashid picked up a pen and quickly scribbled his cell number down, handing it to Rose. TK, if you need to take the computer or whatever for what you do, that cool, I don't use it much. Just...make sure it find's its way back here when you're done? I'm going to go a round on the heavy bag so I don't go hunting Cameron myself. Please, stay a while if you need, I'll be downstairs for a bit.

Rashid pulled the desk away from the wall with a heave so he could open the bottom drawer without getting in Tk's way, pulling out a beat up pair of sparring gloves before he took of the button down and walked out of the room, leaving the heavy desk in the middle of the room.

"Holy shit!" TK turned to Rose with a look of shock, amazement, and a bit of fear.

"So, I didn't want to tell him while he was in 'break a chair' mode, for fear of it becoming 'break a TK' mode, but I backtracked the money transfer, and it's final destination was an account that belonged to that drug dealer you busted a few weeks back, Angel Polvo."