William Goldsman
Sept 24, 2013 15:47:56 GMT -5
Post by William Goldsman on Sept 24, 2013 15:47:56 GMT -5
The easy S T U F F . . .Name: William Tony Goldman
Nickname: Will, Willy, Bill, Billy, Gold, Goldy, Tony
Age: Forty-Seven
Member Group: Local
Power(s): Telepathy
For his Telepathy, William can easily hear surface thoughts of those around him easily on a passive level and with a little concentration can hear deeper thoughts from untrained minds. He can also send thoughts into someone's head, and through his years of practice has become quite good at both parts of this power.
Play By: Robert Downey Jr.Let it F L O W . . ."So, Jackson, you looking forward to the stakeout?" The voice cut across the near empty office. Special Agent Jackson was new to the Bureau and his partner liked to treat him like a novice. Apparently taking Jackson's silence as a sign of nerves though, Special Agent Randall gave him a reassuring pat on the back. "It's OK rookie. This guy's files look intimidating, but he's nothing to worry about." Randall sat down next to his younger partner and began looking over the folders that were open on the desk.
Jackson had decided that even though this really was just a normal everyday stakeout, he wanted to study. So far he wasn't liking what he saw. But he couldn't say that to his partner. Instead he kept looking it over, this time out loud, to try and prevent the other man from inserting any more comments. "So. William Tony Goldman. Forty-Seven. He's a Meta though no one seems to be able to give a straight answer as to what kind. Owns a cell phone empire, he's been listed in dozens of articles in Forbes... And we're investigating him for what? White collar crimes? Which one? He's got a file a mile long."
Smiling at his partner's frustration, Randall answered. "All of them. He's been accused of everything from money laundering to dumping hazardous waste. And kid, don't trust everything in that file. That man's got plenty of other companies that he owns in all but name. He's got influence." Standing up again, the senior agent went to the coffee maker. "But then why the hell is he moving to Pilot Ridge?? It's a pimple of a town man! There's no business there and Burlington is an hour away. So not exactly what you'd call a normal commute." Jackson's own exhaustion was making this only harder.
"I don't know Jackson. There's some guy there who Goldman used to date, apparently the bastard calls himself "trisexual" because he'll try anything at least once. But he's not picky, guys, girls, both at once... He's dated just about anything. Maybe he's trying to revive an old flame. Maybe he's trying to hide more money. There's plenty of possibilities and our job isn't to find out if they're legal. Now, come on, let's get this stuff put away. We're due to pick up a van at noon. You need some sleep, because I call dibs on first nap."--Blackout--
4:25 PM
Stakeout van in front of William Goldman's apartment building
"Why can't we get a warrant to get a wiretap on this guy?" Randall had finished his nap and was now feeling the drain that accompanied a stakeout. "Because apparently there's no evidence of him actually doing anything wrong. And honestly after looking through those files, I think the majority of these things are bogus. Just other big companies who want to get him in trouble. I mean, yeah, he's got some shady deals. But he's definitely not breaking all these laws that he's accused of." In response to Johnson, Randall simply laughed. "Doesn't matter if he did. We're trying to nail something to him, and it's like trying to nail jello to a tree."
The two of them gave a sigh of frustration. This was their second day on stakeout and the target was moving scheduled to leave New York to go to Vermont in three days. He'd apparently donated a large sum of money to the local LGBT youth group in the town to build a new community center. He was also building a mansion about twenty minutes from town, though he'd purchased a house in town as well. The man in question came out from the front of the building and the two FBI agents perked up.
William Goldman gave his own sigh as he exited the building. He couldn't see the van itself, or hear the occupants, but he had already been informed by his sources that he was under watch. He felt he should be used to it, but he usually did a good job of getting the investigation cancelled. After all it wasn't like he got people murdered. Yes, a few less than legal business deals may have been made, but that didn't mean that he was guilty of anything terrible. It was just consumerism in action. However today he needed to finish his arrangements.
Flipping open his phone (A prototype that was at least three generations ahead of what was on the market. Perks of owning the market.) and called a number. Ring. Ring. Almost immediately the phone was answered. "Daisy, yes, it's me. Please make sure that there's a car to pick Laura up for the flight at ten after eight. It changed because apparently he cellist friend just can't perform without her watching. Yes. Also don't forget to find Josef's address. I don't care. Yes. Ok." With that he hung up on his assistant. She was well paid, so well paid in fact she had hired her own assistant to handle parts of William's life anyways. But it didn't mean it wasn't still stressful.
As he neared the unmarked van that he knew was watching him, William searched around a little bit, landing on the thoughts of the agents inside. Smiling as he heard their frustration at his lack of illegal activity, William actually considered waving at the vehicle. He knew they'd see it though, and a moment later he decided it would only cause problems.
Realizing that it might not be a good idea to infuriate the FBI when the investigation was supposed to be closed in two days anyways, William paused and considered. Glancing around he made sure no one else was paying attention, though he could hear the agents talking to each other through their own ears, as they discussed their nearby target. William was truly tempted to leave some smartass comment in their minds just to mock them for their pointless efforts. However he knew it would bite him if he did.
As he finished his debate, William gave a hidden smile, knowing that the two agents had no idea what they were dealing with.
Sighing yet again, Randall shook his head and spoke to Jackson. "I don't know man. This guy is a weird one."
Behind the M A S K . . .
Name: Seth
Age: As old as my tongue and a little older than my teeth.
RP Experience: Some time now.
How did you find us?: Been around, though the forced break slowed me down a bit.
Show your S K I L L S . . .
Haven't I done enough?
